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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.