My big mistake in “Broken Promise”, as it shall now be named, is that I forgot what I’m about.  I draw.  I get into a state of mindfulness, where’s there’s just me, the subject, and pencil and paper.  Read my intro,  is says that I love to draw, but enjoy color too, or some such wording.  I need to get back into drawing, hardcore.

It doesn’t mean that there can’t be fun in the drawing.  I go back over my stuck times, and I realize pushing the pencil, so to speak, will eventually get me out of the deepest funk.

 

The more complicated the drawing, the better.

 

 

Now that’s hardcore!