I looked at my drawings today and realized most of them are blocky. That’s not necessarily bad. Some artists were flowing, others blocky, many both, depending on the year. The problem isn’t that I’m blocky but that I want to flow.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t escape a passion for outlines and edges. Maybe I need to revise what I expect of myself. I want to be Renoir, but I think I’m closer to Cezanne. Not that I’m comparing my ability — just style.
These two drawings I think have moved me from “not bad” to “better.” How much better I can get? I have not idea, but I’m already better than I expected. While not expecting to astound art critics around the world, I’ll be happy if my pictures look like whatever I want them to look like. I think the critic I need to satisfy is me.
I was happy with these two. It was the first time I felt like I’d gotten what I intended, give or take a few errors.