I’m about a month into teaching myself how to draw and an amazing thing happened — I’ve learned to love the process.
I usually hate the process. If I want an omelet I expect one to be sitting in a pan in the kitchen. I want a finished basement without laying the carpet or building the shelves.
I want the end but don’t want to sit through the beginning. I don’t want to try and fail because the fail will stop me from ever trying again.
But not with drawing. I’ve learned to love the soft circles, the eraser marks and the beginning and the middle.
And now I’m starting to hate the end.