I “finish” a sketch.
Not a big deal to most who sketch and create constantly. But that is them, and this is me. My love for creating art had been hijacked by a powerful hatred for everything I put on paper. So badly actually, I couldn’t finish even the smallest sketch. This conflict inside myself finally hit a turning point on Monday. Sitting in my design class I sketched. I sketched until I felt “done” with the piece. To many, no big deal. To me, a small miracle.
Is it good? Hell no. But it’s a big step for me.
Just thought I’d share.