My drawings

Anyone else find drawing both therapeutic yet frustrating?!

It is satisfying when you finish. But I work like a mad woman, immersed in the job at hand. I am not satisfied until the end, where everything is right. Of course...I am not imaginative enough to draw from imagination. I require the focus of my drawing to be there in front of me, be it in picture from, or right there in person.

It was only when someone very special and close to me died, that I discovered that I had any ability at all to draw. That is a blessing he brought out in me. He was the first person I drew. I have improved a lot since then. I should draw him again really. I'll wait for a special moment for this though. With a bottle of red wine that he loved. :)

So...here is a secret hobby of mine. Very few people in my life know me well enough to know that I draw. It is one of the many bits of me that I keep hidden.

Here's a handful of my special ones.

 Above : this I drew from imagination. A memorial tattoo for him. The eagle represents him, the three Lillie's represents me and my 2 children. He is watching over us, the shooting star signifies hope. The night sky represents him sleeping.