So somehow, I lost track of whatever it is that made me want to do the things I love, mainly creating art. I've called it disillusionment, laziness, weariness from working long hours in a job I don't enjoy and not having the energy for any creative efforts. But mostly trying to figure out where I've going with all of this post-uni.
Recently I found a stack of sketchbooks I used to keep with me at all times, little pocket-sized things that form a kind of visual journal. They include snippets of what I saw and experienced both at university and in day to day life, using a wide range of media such as ink, watercolours, graphite and bits of different paper I found on my travels.
While I still occasionally use a sketchbook, it was jarring to see just far I've veered away from where I was back then.
..And how much I've been clinging to what's easy and familiar (the most recent sketchbook is filled with mechanical-pencil sketches of faces, using the same kind of angles and features and very little variation in medium and technical skill).
Needless to say, it's been long overdue but I'm happy to be in the right kind of mindset for getting back on track.
Hello again DeviantArt, it's nice to be back!