Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.
[W. H. Auden]

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Lead on paper canvas...

Since mid-January, I have experienced a renewed desire and need for art. Accordingly, I have been sketching profusely. I think Laurelines sparked the revival, a book our neighbor gave my family concerning Edward Hopper's work continued it, and several other sources and situations have conglomerated to awaken the dusty need to draw that I've ignored for several years. Although I showed artistic potential in elementary school and took an art class, my interest tapered off somewhat in junior high. I was frustrated by my limitations, and impatient with my slow progress. Frustration has again been tempting me as I cannot draw human hands or feet with any competence; however, I have been practicing and am showing improvement, slight as it may be. I am not giving up so easily this time.
I'm excited by art in a way I haven't been for years.
I'm looking forward to progressing in skill and versatility.
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