dragosteel

Lately, inspiration has been hitting me like a tidal wave. The voices inside telling me to pick up my sketch pad and pencil. There's drawing to be done! ... Sadly, I have yet to do this. I know what will happen. I get these fantastic images in my head, but I know I'll never be able to put them onto paper. It's always been a curse of mine. The results look like a simpler version of the manifestation that appeared in my mind. The one upside to my art work is: it's not terrible. I've come to terms with that. I used to hate my artwork, simply because it wasn't what I envisioned. As I look back at some of it... it isn't all that bad. It's still a frustration I don't want to deal with, but I do miss drawing. I need to swallow my pride and dive back into it.