What was I thinking, signing up for my local art shop's month-long sketchbook project? I'm terrified of sketchbooks. And not only did I have to do at least 15 drawings - the books are going to be exhibited and auctioned.
So, with a potential audience peering over my shoulder, I somehow "couldn't find anything to draw" on the first day. I just stared at the blank page and then put the book away.
Knowing I'd have to face this kind of decision every day for a month - well, I just can't handle that level of stress. So I chose a topic and started drawing.
Leaves and leafy things. Even this had it's unpleasant side, and it's a real relief to not be glaring suspiciously at leaves whenever I go out, wondering whether they'd be good to draw, too similar to one I'd already drawn... Honestly, I can be a very tiring person sometimes.
I'll let you know about the exhibition as soon as I know more about it. In the end I was very grateful simply to be reminded of how much I really do love to draw!