I started out typing “I’m no artist.” I’ve been saying that for as long as I can remember. I’m trying to unlearn it.
I have this crazy idea that where I’m really blocked is as an artist, and if I can unblock there, I’ll unblock in my writing.
So I’ve been playing with art. Painting. Making collages. Learning to draw.
The other day I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and sketched what I saw. My self-portrait startled me. I didn’t know I was tall and thin. And butch. The flat-top surprised me, too.
Have you ever tried sketching yourself? What did you discover?