There's much buzz about habit trumping inspiration when it comes to achieving goals. I think it's true. If I only sketched when I felt inspired I'd never have to buy another sketchbook!
Repeating those 75-day challenges I talked about in the last post made a quick sketch part of my daily routine, like brushing my teeth. With a theme established, like the tea cups, I had even less to think about. One time I did 75 days of underwear! I'll spare you the sight of my "flimsies" as my husband calls them, but I really did have fun with this one. Having sewn since I was a kid, an understanding of how clothing is assembled made the sketching easier.
Rather quickly I ran out of racy stuff to sketch and moved onto camisoles, socks and even accessories like belts and shoes. A bonus of sketching clothing is that you can do the front and then the back or scrunch it up and sketch it again -- so no excuses for having nothing to draw!
Those sketches are some of the "better" ones. Even going on to eight years of sketch practice, I still make many "duds". (I'm saying this in a whisper because it isn't the drawings' fault I'm not yet at the skill level I'd like to be!)
And, in real life, these carving tools had straight and symmetrical handles! What happened to the fourth one? That bend is crazy! But I kept going and, must say, was happy with the highlights on the handle caps.
And a recent dud, a sketch of a lovely handmade fabric "pot" I received for Christmas. In the upper example I was so far off capturing the shape and the feeling of looking down in the pot. Creating the fabric's softly squared shape eluded me. The bottom sketch is only a slight improvement. But I enjoyed inking the rows of stitching!
But then every now and then I do a sketch that takes me by surprise. This gravy boat was done straight to ink. No pencil guidelines -- only my eye and hand following the shape. Did I really draw that?
I was also tickled with these feathers. (Sorry, bad pun!)
The page below was composed on two separate days and is still a favourite of mine.
Lastly, a recent sketch. I'd planned a whole page of date stampers but ended up finishing the page with chunky foam letter stamps. Still, I'm impressed I had the patience to draw the fiddly date stampers at all.
It's these surprises -- the evidence I'm getting better -- that keeps me sketching. Plus, once I get to it, the actual drawing is a pleasure -- meditative even. While truly looking and seeing it's impossible to fret or worry or focus on anything other than the pen moving over the paper. Give it a try. Before long you, too, could be reveling in zen wonkiness!