I've often described drawing as a form of writing. I'm also aware that good writing and good drawing, when combined, has the potential of providing the artist/author with a much better chance at success. Of course, there are other factors involved but to own those two attributes is like owning an untapped diamond mine.
Countless occasions I've used sketchbooks as a graphic diary and it brings much credibility to the adage "a picture is worth 1000 words" because, upon opening an old sketchbook, I can recall the circumstances I was under at the time I drew the picture.
I also write much. In fact, writing might be as much of a habit to me as drawing and when I combine the two disciplines there's no end to the possibilities.
So, tomorrow is my 60th birthday and I've yet to succeed at drawing, writing or drawing/writing. What authority or credibility am I using to make the above claim? Has it simply taken me this long to come to the realization that I possess skills that will take me to the top as others have encouraged me to do? Am I a victim of my life-long habit of being a working stiff; a belief I was indoctrinated into from childhood?
Stay tuned.
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