100 days of drawing.

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Hello internet dwellers

There is a lull in the office and a roar in my head. I’m in that twilight zone where my desire to do nothing is sharing headspace with a burning desire to shake up the word, do something extraordinary, be extraordinary, make something- Just do something!

So I’m going to settle for a middle ground and just write about this new challenge I’m planning to take up – 100 days of drawing.

Anyone who knows me personally or has tried to follow my 30 days of blogging challenge knows that I suck at any task that requires commitment or dedication day after day. Like a bottle of soda, I’m all pop in the beginning… until I begin to fizz out. Unlike a bottle of soda, I don’t rot your teeth.

But hey, the first step to recovery is admitting that you have a problem, right?

My commitment issues aside, I’ve always wanted to be able to sketch people. I’ve always liked drawing, but never really managed to produce anything worth looking at. In college one of the profs managed to get us drawing notepads and tried to get us to draw. His enthusiasm for the subject mostly made up for the lack of ours. But it was fun. And the matter would have been over there. Except that he got us to attend these drawing lessons on a fairly regular basis through his teacher super powers (and the threat of no attendance/cutting of marks). And after about a month and a half – low and behold- some of the squiggles on the page actually looked like people! More surprisingly, other people began recognizing those squiggles for people!

And I was hooked. Halfway through my copywriting course, I wanted to become a caricature artist. (Caricature because, at least I could claim that some of those missed shaped features caused by my far from perfect drawing skills were intentional). Thankfully I realised that if I was ever allowed to draw for a living, I’d be a very, very poor artist.

Which brings us to now. Never having practiced or dedicated enough time to drawing, my skills never went far. But now I want to try it again. And be good at it too. I’ve notice that at parties or events, it’s the guy with the pencil that ‘draws’ everyone towards him like a moth to the flame. People are narcissistic enough to want their faces brought to life on paper. And I’m narcissistic enough to want to be the flame for all those moths.

This guy called Josh Kaufman says that ‘Many things aren’t fun until you’re good at it.’ He is the same guy who, though a 9-chapter long book explains how it takes only 20 hours to be able to do anything relatively well.  I’m going to add another 80 hours to that number and commit to putting in 100 hours to practice this skill. And so that I don’t weasel my way of this commitment I’m cementing it to 100 days of drawing.

Ok, I’m off to find paper and a pencil. You go back to doing whatever you were doing before you were interrupted by this rant.

Cheers,

The reluctant writer.

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