What is that, Vermont’s motto? For some reason it came to me as I was doing my drawing. That motto is so extreme, isn’t it? And yet it came to me because I was thinking something along the lines of Make Art or Die.
Once again, I got to the point where I felt almost desperate to make something. The most common problem is that I sit down and I don’t know what to do. But come to think of it,I did do some drawing: I did a sketch while I was at the library yesterday, I did a short drawing while I was on a break at work a couple of days ago, and I recently picked an Illustration Friday theme from the archives and made a drawing from it. But the truth is, those did not satisfy at all.
Today, on the other hand, I feel good. And this time, I just jumped in. I made a scribble. It was ugly. I made some figures from it. They were ugly. I kept going. I added color. And now, for some reason, I feel fulfilled. I feel as if I’ve done the work I needed to do.
Isn’t that strange? Not all drawing is equal. But what’s the key difference?