When I was a preteen, I started drawing. I am, by natural urge, an "illustrator." I loved pencil, pen-and-ink, colored pencils, charcoal, anything I could hold in my hand like a pencil. I also always wanted my work to be photo-realistic. I was less creative than I was really good at reproducing any image I could study. I loved the exercise of cutting a photo in half and completing the photo by drawing the missing half. I also always wanted to do people, faces, and figures. I went to college with the original intention of being a fashion illustrator.
When I got in art school and had to start doing assignments that I wasn't interested in, I lost interest in art school. I switched from art to English in the spring of 1986. By 1990, I wasn't even drawing anymore. I did paint one portrait in 1996, and I tried to draw my daughter in 2000. Nothing else.
Now I am in a few trading card challenges that require images of people. I have been struggling over what to do, when suddenly yesterday I was DRAWING AGAIN! I was suddenly inspired by the cups of pencils on my desk and by the oh-so-handsome William Shatner a la Star Trek. (I love that guy! young or older) It feels good to do something original again, not all cut and paste and stamp and glue which I ADORE but this is different.
Of course, I'm never 100% satisfied with anything. I'm looking at the Shatner picture thinking, "That eye is too high, the nose is too small, the expression is not quite right, the white isn't bright enough....."
Back to work!