This morning I got the urge to do some drawing, so I pulled out my oil pastels and got to work. Before I knew it, several hours had passed, and I had a nearly finished piece in front of me. Granted, it’s a tacky ocean sunset picture, but I honestly can’t remember the last time I started and finished a drawing that I had done for pleasure rather than for school.
There’s still a bit more I’d like to do, but for now, it’s close enough to being done for me to feel like I should pat myself on the back. I have so many unfinished pieces lying around that, for a while there, I was thinking ‘unfinished’ was just my style.
