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Malinda Anderson.'s avatar

I love an experience that I had while I was sketching in Sedona. A man came to look at my drawing and commented "Now you see an artist at work." I answered with a smile and said that "No, you see an artist at play." We both laughed.

When I first started sketching in public I was really shy about showing my work. But then I realized that people were just happy to see someone enjoying themselves by sketching so I am comfortable sketching in public now. .

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When I first started sketching, it felt like a performance or display of my ability. Performative sketching, not for the love of sketching, but for the love of being perceived as someone who draws. I had an artist “ego death” when someone I was dating tore out a page to show his friends how “weird” the drawing was. To be fair, it was a portrait of someone shooting lasers out of their eyes, so he wasn’t entirely wrong.

I think it took that initial push of shame to start sketching privately and learn how to be more loose with drawing. Once I got over the need to impress people, I felt free to explore ideas and concepts that might make me look like a beginner or amateur. Crappy hands, arms that looked broken, toes bent at odd angles—I didn’t care. I was okay with being seen as an amateur artist if it meant I could sketch whatever I wanted.

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