I haven't finished a drawing for a while. During my drawing drought, I have done some scribbles, doodled while talking on the phone, started something, didn't like it, then either quickly turned the page to either stare at it and close it or make a couple marks and then move onto something else. I couldn't find a drawing inside of me. There was nothing to pull out. The whole process was extremely uncomfortable.
Several years ago, I went through a writers block. It happened sometime after my mother passed away. I didn't write anything for several years. Not a page in a journal, not a postcard, not a holiday note, or a wish for a Birthday. I finally wrote a birthday card. The process was painful. My handwriting was shaky and my writing seemed forced and extremely unnatural. I would even go so far as to call it painful. 1 year later, I was filling up a notebook a month with thoughts, desires, dreams, nightmares, obsessions and memories.
Well, on November 11, 2013, I finished a drawing! In fact I did two, but the first one I consider more to be my warm up. For the sake of it though, we can go ahead and say I finished two. To my astonishment, the process wasn't painful, wasn't forced, nor was my mind filled with thoughts of judgement. I simply went along, made some marks and continued till I said that it was done. I accepted it for what it was. Not passing judgement was a relief I wasn't even mindful of at the time.
Someone famous once said something along the lines of "If you don't know what to draw, just draw lines. If you still don't know what to draw, draw more lines" that is of course loosely quoted since I can't even remember who said it. Draw On!
