I don't know...

I'm not sure what it is about flowers that gives me the urge to draw them.  If you knew me, you'd know how odd an impulse it really is;  I don't like flowers.  People are always telling me to look at this flower or that flower, and inevitably they always ask "Isn't it beautiful?"  No, no it isn't.  I can appreciate them for their lines, for their shapes, for their colors, but that doesn't mean I think they're beautiful.  By the way, if you think they're so beautiful, then why cut them, put some water in a vase, throw the flowers in, arrange them to make them magically appear even more aesthetically pleasing, and stick the now dying flowers in a place where everyone can see them wither and pass into the next world?  

There's no excuse...

I've been a little out of it lately and haven't been drawing.  I really need to get back into my routine, even if it's just doodling for an hour. 

A couple more drawrings....

These were done with graphite pencils.  I apologize for the quality...actually no I don't.  Muahaha

Once upon a doodle...

I was playing around with doodles last week and noticed one of them looked like a flower, so I took the doodle and came up with this.  It's not that exciting, but for some reason it inspired me and still does.  You can see several of the lines are jagged and don't flow well.  I think it's due to a lack of confidence in my drawing ability more than anything else or at least that's what I'm hoping. 

Didn't see that coming...

I finally found a store that had Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain in stock and went to pick it up.  I was flipping through the pages with gusto....yep, yep, yep, this is exactly what I wanted....until I started walking away from the Art section.  Out of the corner of my eye, the words Lessons in Classical Drawing caught my attention.  As soon as I looked at the ToC, my interest was piqued and Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain magically vanished from my hands.  Did it end up back on the shelf?  Was it flung down an aisle while I sprinted towards the registers?  Did a portal into the Plane of Books Not Going to be Purchased Today suddenly open and swallow the book up?  I plead the Fifth.

   

Drat! Foiled again...

I've been drawing steadily for slightly over a week now.  I was looking forward to picking up Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain (4th edition), however it's not available in stores yet and I haven't ordered it from Amazon.  Every little bit helps right?

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Why do a blog about my experiences attempting to learn how to draw?  Am I that egotistical?  Do I think I'm just that special?  As a highly intelligent blog reader, why would you care that I'm trying to get better at drawing?  Stop asking questions and get to the point jerk!

When I was a kid, I used to draw constantly (as many kids do).  From flowers, UFO's, aliens, werewolves, dragons, superheroes, elves, giants, video game characters, characters from the books I read, etc., I always had something to draw and didn't care that things didn't look quite right.  Then as I grew up I noticed dramatic changes in my perception; The dragons didn't seem as menacing, the werewolves weren't as ferocious, and the superheroes weren't as super.  My love of drawing was quickly replaced with frustration, anger, and eventually apathy.  Drawing had died and a modest funeral was held in my backyard.  There were no attendees.

By the time I was in college, my interest in drawing came back with a vengeance.  Drawing had been resurrected.  Unfortunately, my "teacher" didn't want to ruin our creativity and therefore refused to teach us anything.  Even though I didn't learn anything from him, the sheer act of drawing regularly made me slightly better than when I had started the class.  After a couple months of drawing consistantly on my own, I hit a wall and the frustration, anger, and apathy returned.  Drawing had died again.  No funeral was provided.

Several years have passed, and drawing has been resurrected again.  This time I'm older and wiser (assumption alert), and I'm ready to give it a go again.