I've been two things really my entire life, an artist and a thinker. I wouldn't say I was particularly great at either, but if I had to describe myself that is what I am, I don't think anyone could argue that. I remember sometimes taking months to draw a picture, it would start out as a rough sketch and progress to something resembling reality. Mark by mark on my paper, the image would materialize as if from a fog, as though it had been there all along, just hidden. A little over a month ago now, I took on a project unlike anything I've created before, but not dissimilar in a way to anything I ever undertake. It started very raw and it slowly is reaching toward it's final state, whatever that is, mark by thoughtful mark on my chosen canvas. I was at the fridge, getting a drink this evening, and in a spur of random thought, wondered why I had taken on a project, especially one as vexing as this, after avoiding any and all projects for roughly 7 years...with quick self-realization and a smirk I realized I had never stopped taking them on, I simply was in need of another. Though I didn't "draw" it in the strictest sense in two months time my training will be complete, and yet another piece of paper will hang from my wall.
Newbie Doc
