I have a love of all things office supplies. Pens, pencils, sticky notes, paper clips…my favorite time of year is when I get to shop for school supplies. But above all, I love notebooks. I could sit in a bookstore for hours pulling out each kind of notebook, sketchbook, or journal. Feeling the paper, admiring the emptiness that is waiting to be filled.
You get the idea. You can probably guess that I have a lot of empty notebooks lying around. Somehow, I still manage to buy more.
I pulled out my sketchbook tonight to get away from the computer screen, and had a dilemma: which sketchbook do I use? The long, narrow book with the thick textured paper, or the wide notebook with the starchy white pages? I began to plan on buying a new sketchbook the next time I’m in an art store.
Then I realized that maybe, just maybe, I could actually use what I have, and see what happens.
I have a tendency to want my art to be perfect. I have many unfinished sketches that I worked on for hours, only to be frustrated that I couldn’t get the effect I was looking for.
I’m realizing, however, that like everything, sketching takes practice. In order to improve, I need to experiment. I need to fail.
I need to fill my sketchbooks.
In truth, this is a lesson I should apply to every aspect of my life. It’s okay to be a perfectionist- I can’t change that. But still, it’s better to accept that I will never truly perfect. Understanding this allows me to grow, slowly but surely, towards my many goals. Even if I never reach the level that I’m aiming for, at least I will have improved.
Here’s to imperfections.
Above: working on perspective and the human profile
Above: drawing the human body is one of my biggest mental blocks when sketching. As you may have guessed, I particularly struggle with the face, hands, and feet.