I don’t really believe in New Year’s resolutions, but I do
believe we’re all capable of change.
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Morning near Astoria.
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After managing to create a shop window art installation in
early 2021, I burned out on the pandemic and life in general. I stopped
drawing. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t draw for the sake of drawing. Virtual
sketchcrawls didn’t speak to me.
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The art installation.
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As the world started to open up in 2022, I began to
draw again in earnest.
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Mt Hood from the south.
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When I ventured outside of my pandemic bubble, I found
stimulation through travel. Everyplace I went, I wanted to capture the scene,
to soak up what was elusive in daily life: new things. The freshness of my
surroundings drove me to use my notebook to record as much as I could. I filled
multiple pages of sketched goodness each day. I became more bold with the
paint. I drew with abandon. My sketches weren’t technical feats, they weren’t
masterpieces, but they filled a deep void.
As 2022, comes to a close, looking over all the things that
I drew, I realize that something is missing; I drew mostly on my own.
In 2023,
I’m not making any resolutions, but I’m hoping to do a better job connecting
with the sketching community, maybe even encouraging us to expand our bubbles
and find new stimulation in sketching and travel, together.