Few things in this world are as terrifying as a blank sheet of paper. You sit there looking at this wall of anti-thought digging for a groove or irregularity in the surface of the pulp fibers. Nothing happens, there’s no magic spark, there’s just a grand canyon between you and making the first line.
In art school they tell you to just start making marks so you try that, you make little circles and boxes, you shade some things in because your hand remembers how to do that. Soon you’re making hatching marks back and forth and your hand is moving around seemingly of it’s own volition.
Eventually something emerges, which, like in this case is a youth football player?! At least I was able to complete the sketch for today.

I’m doing a #tinychallenges in December. You can too!

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