Mel went out with some friends last night, so I sat down and tried to kick out a couple of pages of drawing practice in my sketchbook. I did get the two pages in, but everything I tried to draw was *terrible*. Everything was a step in the wrong direction from the things I was trying earlier in the week; I couldn’t get proportions down, nothing looked right, and the one thing that started going in the right direction fell apart halfway through and the end result was more of the same.
I know I shouldn’t be getting frustrated because I really haven’t had/made/whatever the time to do the work I know I need to do. But, sheesh.
I know I’ve got it in me and that, somewhere, I can find again the guy who drew this almost 20 years ago (yikes). But right now, I’m amazingly frustrated.