I was puttering around in Pintrest the other day and came across a pin about drawing. I have long imagined myself an artist. Imagine being the operative word. I enjoy doodling, I have experimented with various media – pencil, crayon, water colour – and have had some success from time to time. It is nothing to write home about – I just enjoy myself and can lose myself in a piece of paper and a pencil for a couple of hours quite happily.
So this pin was inviting, and I opened it up. Even when I was having art lessons at school I always loved drawing flowers. ‘Learn to draw flowers’ was the invitation.
Hmmm. Five days? That seemed a bit quick to me. But even so, it would be fun and I am in a lull with my writing, so why not give it a try?
Here is the first drawing I did (it’s a rose out of my head, in case you were wondering):
And after four days, here is the fourth picture, which I liked so much I added some colour:
That’s different, isn’t it?! Such fun. Such a delightful occupation. It is absorbing and rewarding – and I am only on day 4! I can’t wait to find out what I must try for day 5! It will be fun, whatever it is and I can do more on day 6 and day 7, now I know I can!
What else in my life, I wonder, am I not doing because no-one has encouraged me to try? What are you not doing that you would love to attempt? You never know, you may surprise yourself if only you will give it a go, just like I have.
I’ll never be a Rembrandt or a Picasso, I know that. But the joy it gives me is worth every moment.
Now, what can I draw next?