I can't remember the last time I sat down and drew something, much less painted something. That makes me sad.
I'm embarassed to admit that this is the first drawing I've done of my beautiful little girl. I was a little nervous. Drawing is not like riding a bike. You need to practice. Do I even remember how? Well, kind of. I guess. The good news is that by the end of this 20 minute sketch, it started feeling a tiny bit more natural. And then naptime was over.
And now that I've started, I might just keep going. After Fiona went to sleep for the night, I made this sketch of Sheldon. I'm not sure if anyone else can tell, but looking at these two drawings, the second one looks much more confident. The one of Fiona looks so tentative. Like, how does this pencil thing work again? Maybe I'll commit myself to a sketch a day? Maybe.