As most children do, I liked to draw. I can still remember what the studio looked like where I took art lessons. Then, as so often happens as you get older, I stopped drawing. I stopped making time for it. It was no longer something I did. Several years ago, before both my boys were born, I took a drawing class here at the local art centre and fell in love again. Then the boys came, my priorities changed as they do and I stopped drawing again. When the boys were no longer babes, I again took an interest in drawing with them. But now I was drawing as an adult and I just couldn't seem to do it. One of two things would happen when I sat down to draw. One, I had no idea what to draw and my page remained blank. Or two, I had something to draw but it didn't look as I thought it should look and I would be disappointed. I envy the boys. It seems that I just need to suggest doing some drawing and they can sit down, pick up a pencil and start drawing. I don't know if they have a plan or if they just go with their pencil. I don't know but I want a piece of it, whatever it is.
The past weekend, I had 20 minutes to myself before we had to head out the door to friends' for pizza. What to do? There wasn't a lot of time but I wanted to do something so i picked up my pencil and started drawing a leaf. Then I drew spirals, lots of them, because I didn't care what it looked like but I did want to know what it would look like. And it looks like I'm drawing again. i think I may need to go treat myself to a new pen.
Check out this video. Warning: Viewing may lead to the purchase of watercolour paints.