sketch books

I used to draw. Not nearly as much as I used to write in journals though. Drawing was more of a way to kill time. It wasn't terribly therapeutic for me, just fun. And I definitely wouldn't say that I was ever very good at it.

I fully expect to get the urge to draw again...eventually. It's always came and went. I used to have a lot of sketchbooks filled with half done drawings. The only thing that ever really motivated me to complete a drawing was knowing that I was going to give it away as a gift. Most of the ones I completed were done so with a particular person in mind. However, I never got the nerve to give them away nearly half the time.

When I moved into my house I threw away most of my half done drawings and scribblings for the sake of space. Going through what's left of them now, I can tell there were definite "phases" I went through.

In high school, I was all about scribbly smudged silhouette people.

University was rip offs of landscapes from photos and paintings.

The year I graduated from university was birds. For some reason, whenever I stated to draw, about halfway through the lines would end up looking like birds to me, so that's how I'd finish and color them.

The bird time period is my favorite, just because before that I always knew exactly what I wanted to draw or at least had some vague intent, but these birds were just curvy lines my subconsciousness decided upon.