Rookie Does Art!

Oh happy new year, by the way.

If you’ve made resolutions, all the best keeping them! Thankfully I’m off the bandwagon of new year resolution makers, like I’ve been for a long while now. Not because I think they’re a bad thing—it’s nice to make good plans for yourself. I just find it adds a ton of pressure to my life when I look at those lofty goals I set for myself, and consider all I have to do to make it happen. In the end I fold, frustrated, and wait for December 31^st to make new resolutions. So I’d rather just take the days as each one comes, making tiny contributions and tiny plans. Seems a lot more practical to me than the entire ‘New year, new me’ biz.

So I drew something. Yaay. First, because I had the privilege/ misfortune of showing an enemy of mine an old drawing I did, and he’s been bugging me ever since to draw again. But the bigger reason is, I came across this quote that scared the everything out of me:

“I have offended God and mankind because my work didn’t reach the quality it should have.” – Leonardo da Vinci.

*insert wide-eyed emoji*

It bewildered me to the bone! I mean, we know da Vinci. He’s the crazy one that drew the Mona Lisa, considered the greatest painting ever. Ever. In our minds he’s one of the biggest things that happened to art. And he says his work didn’t reach the quality it should have. And because of that he says he has offended God and mankind.

Eish.

In other words, my rookie art, because I don’t share it, don’t practice it, don’t consider it anything worth…considering, has offended God, mankind, the Milky Way Galaxy, Asgard, Lucy, the Trojan Horse, the random girl Captain America saved in The Avengers, Abramovic, and a partridge in a pear tree.

So I decided, after much deliberation (approximately 2.07896 seconds long), that I’d start again.

And I picked Janelle Monae to be my…guinea pig. No, really, I picked her because I like weird. She’s weird. How many girls can rock a pompadour and masculine clothing like she does? And she’s pretty. And talented.

  

 Plenty laziness set in when I reached here. And frustration.

Progress. I had to stop and go and buy pie for my mother. And walk saa.

After a lot of patience (surprisingly), and laziness, and coffee (with plenty milk and small sugar—or maybe it was small milk and plenty sugar), I completed this in the wee hours of 31^st December.

You may judge. I like. It’s not as good as it could’ve been, but I’m kind of glad, because I started practicing again, and while I’m not where I want to be yet, I’m not where I used to be. And I can’t light my lamp and hide it under a bowl (Matthew 5:15), so if God’s given me the ability to hold a pencil and scratch paper meaningfully with it, I’ve got to show it.

Yaay. I sounded so wise over there.

Maybe I’ll draw again. In about a year. Hopefully less. J