Growing up I had many interests, but writing and drawing were the most fulfilling. In my twenties, having to raise my kids, work and stuff, I chose to keep up with the writing. Drawing was lost but never forgotten.
For about 20 years I kept buying brushes, canvas, pencils, pens and paint, thinking that I would start again.
It’s happening. My designer daughter challenged me to a month of drawing starting today.
So here it is Day 1: self-portrait
I am beyond thrilled. The lack of practice is a minor obstacle. I am having soooooo much fun, that the naivety of the drawing is charming for my soul.
With great respect!