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!