Here I sit, finishing my Americano, listening to music, and facing my human frailty by trying to draw the people around me. Drawing keeps me humble. With each drawing I take a stab in the dark, groping, and the first mark never looks like anything. It sucks. Then I keep going. Scribbling… then magically someone appears before me. Resembling the person? Sometimes… but I could be SO MUCH BETTER. I guess we all need things in our lives to keep things in perspective.
And a quote by Anne Truitt speaks to me today as well:
|“Artists have no choice but to express their lives. They have only . . . a choice of process. This process does not change the essential content of their work in art, which can only be their life.” — Anne Truitt