I have always loved art; from GCSE to A level. Since having my son in 2010 I have never really had a chance to just sit and appreciate art. I haven’t drawn anything in such a long time until recently.
One afternoon after boring myself to death writing an essay on environmental crime, i decided to finally use an empty sketch book that i had brought a year ago in Sibiu, Romania. I brought this on my travels hoping i would get the change to stop and paint one of the many amazing sceneries that the city had to offer. Unfortunately this did not happen due to the work i had to complete.
Anyway, i closed my laptop and began sketching faces. Eyes in particular from imagination, and then from photographs, magazines etc. Every now and then i go through a dry spell of not finding anything worth while to paint or draw and also due to a long battle with depression, i often lack motivation.
I do I love to sketch portraits and occasionally animals, landscapes and inanimate objects catch my eye and I am bound capturing them. I also love to take pictures. When ever I can, I am constantly taking photographs of people and unusual compositions. My favourite medium is a plain old Biro pen. I have started to use pencils more. For landscapes etc. I love to use water colours, oil pastels and chalks.
Quiet recentlyi have enrolled myself on a short adult illustration for children’s book course for 12 weeks. I have had one evening lesson already and it was quite interesting. My next lesson is this coming monday, and again i am anxious and worried about going. I am quite scared of being around new people. This is the main thing that makes me not want to go. I feel like a small fish in the ocean. I am scared.