Like most of us, I started drawing as a kid, and once I started I couldn't really stop. My imagination was always flowing with ideas, what to draw, who to draw; I was just heavily getting into anime, too, which probably had some influence. The trend continued for years, and I would always find a new boost of motivation by looking at my old drawings and thinking, "wow, this was the pinnacle of my skill?" or "I can't believe I was so proud of this, it's hideous". With time, though, other things simply started grabbing my attention and I ended up drawing a lot less. Up until recently (and still now, even) I've been in a funk where I just. Can't. Draw. Like it's been too long and my hands forgot how to do it. Everything I try to draw ends up looking weird, awkward, stiff, or just plain wrong; when it comes to composition and actually creating a completed piece, I just can't.

I've always loved sketches more than lineart; the organic feel of the lines, the fact that it's the original, live copy...it always seemed like every artist was supposed to start with a stick figure and end with a masterpiece. And to me it never seemed like sketches were "valid". I could sketch, but I couldn't finish... does that make me less of an artist? Any time I would try, things just didn't work out. My brain couldn't wrap itself around how to get from point A to point B. I'm finally starting to learn and come to terms with the fact that not every artist is destined to create photorealistic paintings or seamless works of cel-shaded art. Stick to what we're good (or at least kinda okay) at, amirite?

So I pulled my tablet back out (one that my friend was so kind to send me) and have been goofing around with drawing again. Constrictive critiques are welcome, but I am a soft bean, so please be gentle. xD the ego is fragile