I’m trying to, ugh shall I say it, ‘up my game’. Such phrases have become so ubiquitous that it is hard to remember what we used to say before. I want to get better at drawing, and the wanting and the trying is hard. I know what I am aiming for but can’t get there. He speaks encouragement, hears the dejection in my voice when I get home. The frustration is with myself. I know that I sink when the lines and decisions I make are not working. I try to keep going, for what else can I do? It will come, he says. You’ve done it before, so you will do it again. Will I? Am I the same being? And now the weather forecasters say it will rain today. What to do? Shall I weather the wet or stay in an draw something inanimate? Small quandaries but to me they are potent. Well?
