Drawing

Author: lilisokey

I did a bit of drawing tonight. I used to love it when I was a child. I’d be happy sitting alone in my room if I had my pencils and papers. I drew people while making up stories about them in my head. Most of them were fairytales that included a heroine, mean girls standing in her way to true happiness, a perfect guy she'd have a happy ending with, and parties and balls (so I could draw the gowns).
But lately I haven’t drawn almost anything and certainly nothing that I wasn’t obliged to do. I realised this last night, and today I got my art supplies out. And a couple of minutes later I remembered why I don’t do this anymore.
It’s because I’m a neurotic perfectionist and as an artist – far from perfect. Every little line or dot that’s doesn’t look right annoys me immensely. I prefer realistic art and since I can’t possibly make my drawing look exactly like the real object, I always get frustrated and want to give up. When I look at someone else’s work I tend to see it as a whole, but in my own things all I can see are the numerous inaccurate details that ruin it all for me.
But I was determined to finish a drawing tonight, and managed to do it in the third try. (The first two looked awful, I will not show them to anyone.) I'm not thoroughly happy with this one either, but then again, I never am.
Here’s the picture (and bear in mind that I don’t have much experience in this and have never had any training):