The white paper glows under my hovering pencil and I hesitate at its blank perfection. An idea dances in my mind, waits in my fingers. But there it stops, caught in mid-air like a bird in a net.
Why do I wait? Why is drawing a line so difficult?
I know the answer before I ask–I’m afraid to fail. Simple as that.
Art is a singularly cruel lover: she takes every one of your ideas and dashes them against the merciless bedrock of your own skill. If it meets the concept’s requirements, good! You have a success on your hands. If not…woe betide the artist who did not take time to practice.
But too often, fear of failing shackles you from practice–the sharpest sword in an artist’s arsenal. Oh, fear draws a very convincing spectacle. You know the color will be too bright–the line will go wrong–the drawing will not be accurate. Why even try, if it is to be so bad?
Hogwash. (And the fear knows it.) In reality, the chance that the line comes out wrong is only proportional to your own skill, or lack of it. To be sure, your first few (hundred) attempts might be ghastly–just ask me–but as surely as harvest, your skill will sharpen and the line will come out right.
It just takes practice.
So, draw because you’re afraid! Put your pencil on paper and spit in fear’s eye. Practice for all you’re worth and expect results, as seed produces sprout. They will come.
“Peace I leave with you, my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.”
I ventured out on a sketch trip across the golf course the other day, armed with necessary supplies packed in a little bag. The golf course is a beautiful area to stroll and sketch–an unusual oasis in our arid country–but it can be hard to avoid golfers and find a surreptitious spot. I first found a little bench a half-mile from our house and parked myself there, as it offered a fine view of the course’s rolling hills, clubhouse, and local mountain.
(Please ignore the smudging–a little bit of it is an experiment gone wrong, but the rest happened with careless handling.) I definitely want to come back to this spot…the mountain adds a beautiful backdrop and the little hills make lots of interesting layers.
Funny story: As I sat on the bench, a couple golfers drove by and said, “Are you grading us?!” (I only realized later what they said.) I shook my head and was quiet as they teed off (the tee was right next to the bench). Then, as they were packing up, one said, “Wait–are you drawing something?” I said yes, and they seemed impressed, complimented the view, and drove off.
Art always attracts such interest from passers-by. 😛
I moved on to draw some trees–I should have done the little shape sketch (in the corner) first and then done the big one. Also should have taken more time, but this was done standing in a large path beside a fairway, and it’s hard to concentrate while standing holding a sketchbook and trying to ignore the golfers walking by.
Another path. There were all sorts of interesting lines from rain flow, which I tried to capture.
I wasn’t too pleased with the day’s results, done hastily, but plan to remedy that on future sketch trips. Thoughtfulness always pays off!