So I’m at the beginning. After almost 20 years I’m finally back at the beginning again. Meaning that I’ve finally admitted to myself that for better or worse - in my case worse - I can’t draw very well,and no amount of wishing or trying to find short cuts will help me draw any better.
I’m tired. I’m FUCKING EXHAUSTED with not being able to draw what’s in my head. I’m FUCKING EXHAUSTED with being frustrated at my lack of progress, my external stop-and-start woefully undeadicated commitment to drawing only to realise that my lack of progress and frustration are entirely down to me.
But most of all I’m tired of being fucking tired.
So I admitted to myself that I can’t draw and took honest steps to improve. Because if I don’t get the ideas and stories in my head out and on to paper in some shape or form I swear I’ll go fucking insane, or worse- I’ll lose my bloody soul.