The only thing that has saved this picutre from being screwed up or burnt is my committment to publishing the sketch I did of the day - every day.
I hadn't quite been prepared for the vitriolic hatred which spewed from my headspace as I drew this. Its not been a week yet of sketching. I was expecting the green eyed monster to raise its evil head and begin a barrage of self limiting beleifs about my talent ( or lack thereof) sooner or later - but not so soon. The heads wrong, no shape, no perspective, no emotion, no feeling within the piece, eyes wrong - just everywhere, balance - poor.. etc etc. urgggh I hate it. and I hate the piece.
I feel confident that I have a little natural talent which has been fostered by some self taught skills. Like photography, I love to capture moments - a look in the eye of someone or a secret or stolen glance. However, when faced with this, I feel like shriveling up and not picking up my pencils for another decade. I guess I am at a point I don't know where or who to turn to in order to get help to improve - just keep struggling along and 'doing it' - is that the answer?
sigh.. yuck.. what an awful aweful sketch.