pencil, ink, paint

For as long as I remember I've loved drawing, painting, coloring - whatever. Unfortunately as time has gone by things happen and you just stop doing it. Then it's almost like you forget how. Kinda sucks.

I'm not the greatest but I'm not bad either. Won some school awards and stuff like that. But visiting my sister over Thanksgiving really started the itch again. She's really good. Impressively good. I managed to get some pictures of some of her ceramics - she's in her 3rd year with that - and she sent me some things to have (you make alot of pieces in school :) I'll get some pics up as soon as I can (manage).

I looked into pottery classes locally but the only ones I could find are only available during hours that I can't possibly attend. Some day, soon I hope. Until then, I've broken out a sketch book and leave it lying on my coffee table with a pencil and eraser - so it can taunt me. Strangely it's almost like I'm afraid.. I tend to stare at the blank paper - feeling a little blank myself. But, eventually, that will pass. Until then I wait.