Czech inspiration

Whilst in Prague I proclaimed myself to be an Artist. Other people can be artists so why can't I be? So I am. I am an Artist. Woohoo!

That's not to say I am a good artist of course. In fact I think I am rubbish. But that's not the point. I am an Artist.

My friend proclaimed himself to be the same but I am not sure how much he feels it to be true.

I have done many odd and random things in my time which could be called art. Indeed, there is a lot of art out there which was not called art in the past. I have actually decided, or rather being drawn, to produce a collection of drawings. The content of which I shall explain at some point but for the moment I shall merely say that I hope to create something a little odd. That's the plan anyway. Actually I know exactly what I want to draw; in fact I imagined the scenes whilst away and ever since I have wanted to get my grubby little hands on a pen and paper to draw them. In my mind they are excellent. I just need to attempt to splurge them onto paper...

And lo and behold: I have drawn my first today. There are many flaws as expected but I take alot from it. The ideas are tightening up and taking form. The overall look I am pleased with. There are many avenues of improvement to take but this is expected. I will improve as I draw so this, for me, is a great start. Unless I don't improve of course and I shall continue at this level. If this is the case then I shall lose my motivation and stop my efforts. Either way, I need to get these urges to draw out of my system.

Even if they are good by my standards they won't be by most other people's. So it is very much a personal thing. Good or bad, it will be a personal journey to portray the disturbed contents of my mind. Good or bad.

Either way, I shall be an Artist.