Quick Draw

I was flipping through one of my sketch books I haven’t opened in a while looking to  nudge this latent passion of mine, to reawaken and stir up what was once something I took great pleasure in, what came second nature, what I went to school for. Before Busy happened. I never would have thought, because I took it for granted, because I could always do it, how hard it is to begin again. To shake that muscle into fluidity. To obey.

The struggle is evident in the quick sketch I did last night, a self-portrait, using my iPhone as a “mirror”. It’s buried most definitely, showing how tight and self-conscious it comes through. I have a lot of work to do.

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