...Although, if I'm completely honest, a little more hate than love. I've never enjoyed drawing. I somehow scraped through an entire Art GCSE barely lifting a pencil (and tracing a lot of what drawing I did do!Ooops!) I knew very definitely that I couldn't draw well and so I avoided it like the plague, I just didn't see the point...
...my Textile A levels mercifully didn't include a large amount of drawing either so I got off there too. My degree however, did. Drawing was one of the core practises of the course, it was the basis of everything we did. (I made the mistake of telling my lecturer in my initial interview that I disliked drawing immensely, I will never forget the look of horror on her face and will also never be sure how I managed to get a place of the course at all! Although thankfully I did! :D ) Unfortunately this didn't endear me to drawing either, I just don't get the point of drawing for no specific reason, mark making, exploring, whatever you call it I object!
I don't think my typical design process helps encourage me to draw, generally it goes like this. I'm inspired by something, I imagine something, I create it, done. No need for drawing at all. If I draw it is only for the purposes of design, for creating a template to stitch to or for deciding on a colour palette.
However last night, something odd happened. For the first time since finishing my degree (possibly the first time ever) I felt inspired to just sit with a pencil and a sketchbook and draw. And I actually really enjoyed it! :)
(The drawings in this post were some I did back in the first year of uni and go to prove that when I really put my mind to it and apply myself I can actually draw rather well, not brilliantly but not badly either!)
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