For my second post on the “one year anniversary recapitulation” theme, I was going to write about imperfection, but after a while, I realized that the adjective “unsatisfied” came out more often.

I am not a perfectionist. Not when it comes to drawing anyway. I create for the pleasure of it and because it brings me balance.

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So, where does the dissatisfaction come from if not from imperfection?

Like I said before, drawing brings me balance; I rarely feel unsatisfied when I create. But whenever I do, it’s usually because of one of two things:
1.   It came out nothing like I had in mind;
2.   It was technically flawed, beyond what I could live with.

Number one happens more often. I sometimes have a vivid image in my head of what I want to draw. So vivid that the real drawing can’t live up to it. Some other times, even if the end result is different than what I had planned, it surprises me (in a good way). I don’t know why.

On another note, sometimes, things that appear quite imperfect I love the most. They started on a scrap piece of paper, I was not expecting anything out of it but yet, here they are, very imperfect but satisfying, like the two pieces below.

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Have a good and satisfying weekend!

 

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