Month Four Complete

This should be a happy moment, four months of (almost) continual drawing.  Unfortunately, the memory of last week's failure still resonates loudly within me.  This is the first time I haven't included an exclamation mark in my month-end serenade.  Still, one indiscretion should not mar an otherwise excellent month.  I produced relatively few images, but almost all were Hall of Fame worthy.  It doesn't even make sense to compare my work this month to anything previous; the difference is just too great.

Here are my three favourite creations of the last four three weeks.

My Master of the Skies.  Someday, I'll redo this with quality paper and frame it the way it deserves.

Is this the best thing I've ever drawn?  Possibly.  Is it my favourite?  By the Goddess, yes!

This image grows on me the more I look at it -- which is often, as  I have yet to turn the page to start something new.  It's a reminder of a happier age, an age that knew not failure, an age to which I will return.

Four months.  That's 33.3% of a year.  That's over 100 days.  Assuming 20min a day, a figure I have routinely triple, that's 40hours of time invested.  Worth every minute.  Drawing, like all acts of creation, is a joy, so much so that not drawing has affected my emotional stability (I exaggerate, but only a little).  I said I would draw for a year and then take stock of my progress, to see if I should continue.  That provision is no longer necessary.  I can't imagine a future in which I don't keep drawing.  I'm a convert for life.