Dreaming of Art

I have always wanted to be able to draw. Not just cartoony sketches, but realistic pictures. I wanted to draw my siblings, and have everyone know exactly who I had drawn, just by glancing at them.

When I was small, I used to draw all the time. Countless pieces of paper were covered in my scrawls. Cats, little more than a circle head, oval body, and five sticks for legs and tail, coated my pictures. I loved drawing these cats, and would make my pictures tell the story of their lives.

But scribbled cats were not enough. I wanted to draw better than that. and so I moved on to made up portraits. I loved my pictures and believed that I was drawing really well. Until I saw my aunt's drawing.

Aunty Vicky is a portrait drawer, and I only wish I could draw like her. She recently started her own blog, which tracks her works in progress, and explains everything she does.

I watch her blog axiously for a new post every day. It's exciting watching what a real artist does. I watched her first portrait take shape, and marvelled at how good she was. I know I can neve draw like that. That is one dream I have given up. But writing now, that's another matter.

If you are interesting in visiting my aunt's blog, please click THIS link. She'd be pleased to welcome new visitors. and it's a great time to visit. She's just starting a new project. Please take the time to stop and visit her.