Draw like nobody's watching. On quieting your inner critic.
Approaching art making with my designer mindset. Basically, I'm making ugly drawings.
I’ve been drawing again—really terrible, ugly drawings that you’ll probably never see, but I’m drawing. Usually at night with a portable reading light clipped to a sketchbook, headphones on while half-watching random YouTube videos on my laptop because I can’t seem to quit multitasking.
I like to draw on the couch, an unlikely place to make art. On my left is a long wooden tray that holds a glass of water, a tube of cream to calm the angry eczema on my right hand, and an assortment of roughly two dozen graphite and charcoal pencils. The chaise end of the sofa is often the most cluttered corner of our very tidy apartment, but it’s the one cluttered surface I can overlook without my inner voice revolting in protest.
We all have a junk drawer; mine just happens to be perched on the couch. It’s literally a single cat pounce away from disaster if that glass of water topples over.
