On Drawing

An image I created for a animated series I was working on. I have since switched to writing the series as a novel.

I am no artist.

At least not with a paint brush. I have, however, dabbled in the world of digital art. You can see an example of my dabbling above.

I love visual art. I always have. The works of Hayao Miyazaki and Otomo Katsuhiro (AKIRA, Spirited Away, Howl’s Moving Castle, etc.) are some of the pieces of art I feel defined not only my taste in art, but also who I am as a person (Who could watch Spirited Away as a child and not see themselves in Jihiro?).

But, alas, I was not gifted with the power of the brush, and more importantly, the visual eye. Or maybe that’s wrong- I wasn’t gifted with the ability to execute the things I see in my head the way I want to.

I think this is the creative disease that plagues everyone on planet earth (whether they know or care about it is a different story). That’s why the best at making their dreams into reality (on the screen or canvas or page) are so praised for it. Because it’s magic. And it’s hard. Magic is hard.

Drawing is hard.

I haven’t drawn in a while, but I think I’ll give it another go soon. I’ll never be a Picasso, but I might be a me. If I try hard enough.