After watching my gifted daughter produce breathtaking drawings, I had to see if I still knew how to draw.

I drew everything as a child, but after my parents divorced, I hardly did much of anything.  There were lots of attempts, a few good drawings in highschool, and then one line drawing class in college. Drawing was something I stopped making time for.  I see now how detrimental that was.  I need to start drawing again!

The last pencil drawing I remember doing was over twenty-seven years ago. It was a portrait of an old cowboy smoking a cigarette. I asked the friend I gave it to if he could send me a picture of it.  He did.  I had forgotten I had never finished it. It’s not that good.

I will finish this little boy and try to draw something every week.  I was so stiff as I began, I almost quit before the second eye was started. I never become proficient before giving up.  Like in so many areas of my life, I need to start over if I am ever going to move forward.

 

“Old Smoky” 1987  (unfinished)