My, my, my. It has been a long time since I posted anything here, which is how I think 99.89 percent of blog entries begin nowadays. But on a whim I think I’ll post something today.
I’ve been feeling the urge to draw lately. Well, I’ve been feeling it for the past couple of years, actually. Art used to be a big part of my life, when I was younger. I drew and painted all through high-school, with dreams of going into comics or illustration, and the only thing that stopped me from committing to that path completely was my colorblindness. I found it incredibly frustrating to not see what everyone else would see when they looked at my work. I got tired of having to ask a friend, “Does this shade of green work for maple leaves?” as I mixed colors. So I focused on writing instead, because I could communicate my ideas so much more clearly with words than color. But sometimes I miss making visual art.
I’ve been thinking about this because I’ve drawn a couple of maps recently, one for a fantasy series roiling at the back of my head, and one that will probably appear at the front of the third book in my Assassin’s Creed series, Last Descendants. In drawing both maps, I realized it felt good to have pencil and pen in my hand again. So I went out and bought some supplies, and I plan to start making visual art again, just for me. I also pulled out some of my old junior-high and high-school work to look at. I’ll post some of it below, just for fun. Don’t be too hard on it. I was just a kid.