She Smiled

Elf's Might

An Unexpected Drawing

Endurance is a key indicator of spiritual fitness.

~ Alistair Begg

A few days ago my sister, Nicole and I were having a drawing session, which involves getting pencils paper and something to enthuse us and almost immediately getting right down to work—there are no boundaries, no rules, you only need to keep your mind open and your eyes observant. Although that might sound really great occasionally it isn’t so great.

When we started, I didn’t feel motivated and didn’t have a drive to draw. At first it looked quite strange to my eyes, I had only passed a form of what I saw, a man’s figure sketchy without facial features or any other true details to be factual; then I looked at my sister’s representation, and I felt a moment of discouragement. She had been drawing as long as I had and had already made a perfect depiction of a Dúnedain Ranger like those that protected Eriador in Tolkien’s Middle-Earth as it seemed to me, the figure gushed with passion so provocative.

 I almost gave it up mine (a pattern I’ve seen in my life, the abandoning of things I no longer understand or have little interest to. It isn’t a good one). A moment passed, and then another. Then rapidly and much to my own surprise, a spark of resolution overcame me, I still didn’t feel inspired but I was fixed on finishing what I had started. I had no idea what I was drawing I just kind of let my mind's eye get the best of me and ended up with this.

Let me know what you think, i.e. leave a comment. 

Fellow Most Charming

 

A drawing I am proud to be author of.