When I began my journey as an artist back in 2019, I started with the basics. I bought a pack of pencils ranging from 6B all the way to 4H, and I started drawing from a book that contained photos of artworks and sculptures. I can’t recall what book it was, but this photo of a statue was in that book. When I started drawing, I didn’t really do it the “right” way. Usually, you start with the harder graphite and then make your way to the softer graphite, but I did the opposite because it made more sense to me that you would want to establish the lighter tones first and then slowly darken and chisel away the form. I really enjoyed doing that, and I probably spent eight hours on this drawing over the span of a few days, appreciating every little moment, angle, and element of form in the statue. Now, about seven years later, I’m at a point in my journey where I’m going back to the basics. I have a new mentor who is an amazing artist and is helping me reconnect with drawing again. It’s nice to have these photos of old drawings that I made with such little experience because I felt them in such a deep way while I was drawing them. When I look back at those drawings, I really enjoy them. I can’t really say that about a lot of the art I’ve made over the past seven years. Ninety percent of my art, I don’t even like looking at. I kind of enjoyed making it, but I think I lacked an appreciation of the subject and of the craft while I was creating it, so the pieces ended up feeling more like practice sketches. Now I’m doing a lot more drawing again, and it feels great. I love it. I love using charcoal and using my whole body to sketch lines and shapes onto newsprint. I’ve even been drawing on my walls because I have an 8-foot canvas that I really want to work up the courage to paint on, so I’ve just been drawing on the walls instead. Luckily, I have this mop thing that lets me clean most of the charcoal off, but let’s face it, I already parted ways with my security deposit with all the paint and dents I’ve left on the floor.