I don’t know much about art. Thank goodness.

In an effort to encourage V to stop talking about how bad her drawings are, and to demonstrate that what’s required is just more drawing and more drawing, I dug out some of my life drawings from around 2000. I was surprised at how good some of it was (and there were some particularly good examples of drawings that are clearly a work in progress). I started drawing with some recycled A3 paper and some cheap crayons from the supermarket. I upgraded to some from the $2 shop. What I was after was marks on paper, and the vision was to keep trying to make marks that look like the model.

I’ve written about this before, but I’ve got quite a way to go before I will be able to quickly grab a good likeness. But I keep drawing. It’s like writing here. I’ve realised that since I started writing – August 1, 2005 – I’ve written the best part of 100,000 words. That’s a PhD’s worth of words. It’s a goodly sized book. I’m not sure my writing has got better, but I’ve at least kept my hand in. If a picture is worth 1,000 words, I should’ve done 100 drawings. I haven’t. Done some, but not 100. I need to get back to my drawing roots urgently.

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