Sunday, July 29, 2007
I tried and tried. I can't draw anymore. It used to be my escape. Now it's making me feel trapped. I've been staring at the same blank canvas for weeks. The drive to draw has simply gone. Composing image has become a phobia. Finishing up a line art starts to test my patience. I've lost my thunder.
Today, I forced myself to brave against it. To start drawing again. And I came up with a shitty piece:
A warrior blindfolded and his sword broken. I feel empty looking at it. I hope this is only a phase. Else I'd rather chop my drawing hand off than to live with this self doubt.