as someone who definitely fell out of love with drawing at a younger age, but in the past week has managed to find that love again....I think I really underestimated the power of the phrase 'just draw'.
for...probably most of the last decade, I just didn't really enjoy drawing. i would still try and do it occasionally, just with simple sketches of things on my mind, not like, big pieces, but I didn't feel the sense of wonder with it that I found in...almost every other art form.
writing, editing, music making, things like that, I've always tended to find fulfillment in. even if I wasn't making something magnificent I'd still feel accomplished.
with drawing though, even if people were telling me "that's good" I wouldn't see it myself. at best I would look at something and go "I mean....it's passable". we're our own worst critics,,
but, the urge to draw just somehow built up in the last few months, I can't really explain why, and, after who knows how long...I looked at something I had drawn and said "this....looks good". I was proud of myself, of the piece. I feel that way about the few things I've drawn since, and I'm sure I'll feel it about what comes in the future.
and, yeah, there is the thought in the back of my mind going "if you had pushed yourself to draw more often earlier, you would've gotten more accustomed to things, improved naturally, and gotten to this point way before now", but...I don't find myself caring about that.
I'm at this point now, and I'm glad.
