Sketch a day - 149/365

By now, after so many attempts at drawing my much loved (and it has to be said extremely stained) big orange insulated tea mug, I might have hoped to have found a way to capture it.

I have not.

Caught again between too much to do in the time that all must be done in and the desire to draw, I turned to my trusty fall guy mug.

I made marks, in a rush, that I am frustrated by.

That was preferable to not drawing anything.

How much I am achieving with this endless rushing to scribble something down, I am not sure.

I suppose the rushed sketches are like a little search light of hope, pointing towards the possibility of a future day, when I will have more time.

And perhaps no amount of practice will ever allow me to be the artist I would like to be. I read about Icarus personalities the other day. Folks with this diagnosis have ambitions that far exceed their ability. They also appear to enjoy setting things on fire, so let us hope this is not my fate. But sometimes my frustration with my abilities leaves me feeling like I would like to kick things. Thankfully, not burn things down. So there's that.

You might be surprised to know that I have had a particularly frustrating day with my play today.

Much flutter and strum. But the hoped for breakthrough did not arrive.

But here we are. As with all things. We must shake it off, have another cup of tea and go again tomorrow.

And that's the news.