Many of my friends are super talented artists. In fact, I would be embarrassed to show them this sketch I drew of Fat Fingers - a kid who struggled to play the guitar because her fingers were chubby. She wanted to accompany herself while she sang. No one could get it quite right, so she taught herself.
No one would really ever be able to capture her look as well as I could, so I picked up an average pencil and started sketching. Chased away a hoard of negative thoughts while penciling her out.
They came to me like, "This looks like a third grader's artwork!" "Why even bother, you won't be able to capture the many looks she needs to tell the story?" "She's not proportionate?" You know, stuff like this. I kept on sketching anyway until I got Fat Fingers.
Showed her to a good friend and she said, "Her face has a story waiting to tell."
Wow! Not what i expected. So I kept sketching until I had cartooned out all her friends who helped her achieve her goals.
It takes me a long time to get them just the way I want them, but I really enjoy sketching. I'm thinking that an art lesson or two might help, but can't seem to tolerate the whole structure of lessons. Ugh!
I'm the same way with singing. I've been singing since I was three years old. Have always loved it. Then someone had to come along and make singing exasperating by teaching me how to read music.
That was just silly. I could hear a song and sing it.
"Why do I need to read music?"
So you can sing with other people!
"Birds don't read music and they sing?
Why can't I be like a bird that knows the song it was born to sing?"
Then, be like the birds!
"Okay, I will."
I kept singing. Kept playing, Kept sketching.
I just kept on...
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