To my way of thinking it's been two years since I last finished a drawing. At work I deal in vector points --tiny little headaches made of math. Then, in private time, I scheme these projects so grandiose, so sprawling in their scope, they'll bear nothing worth showing for five years at least. The formula would read thusly:
Workaholic Lifestyle X Two years = No Returns to Show For It.
Artistically this led to a malaise. Eventually, having sacrificed everything else to gain momentum, I had nothing left to do but wallow when that momentum ran out.
Then the thought occurred: Why not just draw?
So I drew this.
This started out a gesture of a boy in space, gazing leftward, no idea who or where or why. After him I saw a hole in the composition, so I filled it with a girl. Continuing in this manor, soon enough, I filled the whole thing in and felt contentment, a long time coming.
I wouldn't call this image great, but there's potential here. I'm pleased with how the background came out. I'm still not confident about coloring it. See some later entry for that noise.
