Just finished working on a commission portrait. 2B Cretacolor "fat" graphite (a great tool I celebrate in my book Sketch!) on Canson paper.


Ask any teacher: there is no such thing as an uneventful day at work. Today was one of those for me. Absolutely full of little happenings -- from my student Hailey's super art school scholarship offer to the tools used in the Foundations of 3D class, the day was bursting at the seams. 

Then later that evening, it was brought to my attention that my book Sketch! is now on the Huffington Post's list of Best Art Books of 2014! 


And this is how the lack of motivation I felt about drawing last week turned into a hand series -- one for each day. As you can see, the colors came back even more by the time I drew the latest one.
Hands are a dreadful exercise. Most of the time, they will turn out to be horrendous. To me, this is the best way to crawl out of a drawing rut. Make something approximate. Make something ugly. Whatever. I am making something, which beats making nothing any day of the year.
That being said, it would be disingenuous of me to sit here and tell you these have been horrendous. I kind of like them. They do look like my left hand. 


Last night I attended a talk at Kutztown University by Danny Gregory. As if I had not been inspired by his books enough, I retained some crucial information:
That Vincent Van Gogh produced thousands of drawings and hundreds of paintings in the last few years of his short life, that mistakes are our teachers, and that I should draw more of my food. 
And I met some really neat people. 

For more on how much I have been impacted by Danny Gregory's work, check out this little book of mine: 


I can never explain why I get stuck, sometimes for a few days, with little motivation to sketch. The lack of motivation results in a false sense of inability, which then breeds defeat -- you get the vicious circle. What I fail to comprehend though is how I get into that circle to begin with. One day I am sketching away and the next I feel as though "it's all been done before so what's the point". 

So what to do when we hit that wall? Just put the pen on the surface and draw. Let it suck. Let it suck some more. But don’t run away from the process of sketching, of seeing, of observing, of translating, of scratching away with the tip of your pen / stylus. At least that’s what I told myself when I drew my left hand.