As a teenager I would draw every single day. Not because I had to, or because I wanted to keep my eye in, but because I just did. It didn’t require discipline and it never felt like a chore.
As an adult, finding the time to draw is much harder: I feel guilty that I should be doing more important things – even in my spare time (and Netflix has a lot to answer for). Anyway, following a bit more travel and some much-needed reflection time, I’ve started drawing again. Here’s to crappy sketches until I start getting it right!
Rocketlolly 