Drawing. My nemesis. And yet, I’m ok enough at it to be fine by me.
Self portrait sketch – supposed to be me 
Self portrait sketch – definitely not me! 
Self portrait sketch – me not me
I’m right handed. One of the things I do, in order to loosen up, is draw with my left hand. I much prefer the results. Softer and more accurate. More about responding to what I’m seeing.
Sketch of left hand done with right hand 
Sketch of right hand done with left hand
Sketch of sheep’s skull from below 
Sketch of sheep’s skull from side 
Double sketch of sheep’s skull from top
I do enjoy looking back at my rather angry-looking notes. It reminds me of the frustration. I am quite self-critical.
Drawing is about seeing and translating that seeing into arm and hand movement. Those synapses don’t fire in a run-of-the-mill working day. Learning to see is a muscle memory that needs exercising constantly.