I think I may have forgotten how to draw.

What month is it now? When was the last time I actually sat down and drew anything?

Life is busy, sure, but it's also that bit less vivid - less meaningful - now that I no longer do anything the least bit creative. Not that I was drawing anything really creative to begin with, but the act of putting pencil to paper (or stylus to tablet, as it were) granted a certain freedom from a mechanical routine. It was cathartic. Even if I was just drawing from references (No compositional imagination required! Just add observation!), it was less of a 'do this because it's what your boss / your friends / your family / society expects of you', and more of a 'do it because it's fun; do this because you want to'.

It's funny to think how I used to doodle at the slightest opportunity. It seems so foreign now.

How do I set aside time to get back into it? So many other things clamour for my time that drawing gets shunted further and further back. I'm a little scared I might have just suppressed that flicker of desire to draw so long now that it's been suffocated. Extinguished.


And the scariest part is that I might not have the energy to fight to get it back any more.




Guess only time will tell.


Forward, march.