Speed and Accuracy

In times of great distress, I don't feel like doing art at all. However, experience informs me that this is yet another trick the brain plays on me. If I start, I'll get into the flow and actually feel better. So far, I have only missed sketching one trip to the LGS (changed bag, brought supplies but no paper). I didn't force myself to draw much when I really did not feel like it, but even a loose doodle or a contour drawing would usually help. Showing up doesn't have to be difficult, but also not as perfunctory as the Duolingo streaks. With that kind of feeling, I went to yet another sketchwalk. This time we went around a residential area bordering a forest creek, an arguably challenging place to sketch in compared to the ones I attended before. It was a mix of inadequate shade and uneven contour (complete with a pretty steep hike), plus nowhere to sit along the way. Not even low fences or sidewalk pavements. Oh, and the bugs. So many bugs. The sketchers who went down to the creek…