UNIT TWO: Processing pain + work (day 2)

It’s 1 am in the morning and I feel tired.

When I think about drawing on my drawing tablet I feel overwhelmed high in my chest.

I feel really really scared that everything I do will be frustrating and not good or artistic.

Let me start with some inktober sketches.

What strikes me when I draw is that art for me, even just plain linework, is all about discovery, all about uncovering the truth or the world underneath the scribbles. It doesn’t matter if I don’t see the world at first, it emerges from within the shapes.

I mean this style is definitely me, I guess I worry that if I try to refine it, it will lose the liveliness in here. At the same time, I’m not sure I want the business card to be this messy and a part of my wants it to look more like a tarrot card. I imagined a swashbuckling kid with big aviator goggles and a bunch of dripping paint brushes.

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