Jaco’s Random Writings

I took a look at my sketch book and decided to flip through it today. I then came across a horrifying realization: I haven’t drawn anything in months. I’m not joking. I really haven’t sat down and drawn anything in the past month. I used to draw so much. Heck, there’s a small sketch book here next to me that I had bought 4 years ago while visiting Brandon in Boston; I filled up 11 pages within 7 days of buying that sketchbook. But these days, I’m lucky if I even get 2 or 3 drawings in within a 6 month period. What’s happened to me? How could I let myself drift away from my favorite hobby? First I stopped playing the saxophone (which I regret immensely and I really hope I get back into). But now this? This is dreadful! I don’t want to turn into that guy who used to draw all the time but hasn’t drawn anything in years. This is one of my strongest skills and if I let that atrophy, then what do I have left? A bunch of mediocre, half-developed skills I learned over the course of 4 years? Compared to drawing, a skill I’ve been developing and using prolifically over almost the entire course of my life, these other skills I would count as amateurish at best. At least, that’s how I feel about this. I don’t even know any more. I must draw something to redeem myself. I shall have a drawing up in 2 days max. This I owe to my deteriorating reputation as an artist.