There are days where, for one reason or another, I just don't get to sit down with my sketch book. The kids, the errands, the extreme tiredness...life just gets in the way. Sometimes this goes on for a few days, then a week, and then I start to look at my sketchbook with a combination of longing and fear. I have a lot of ideas in my head, and I want to get them onto paper, but I'm afraid of what my hands or brain might have forgotten in their time away from the pencil. I know this is ridiculous. But, I am not naturally talented at drawing. It's taken me a lot of practice and YouTube videos to feel good about where I am. So, when I'm away for so long, I get afraid that I've somehow misplaced my ability to put lines on a page in a way that pleases me.
It happened to me this week, so I'm trying to get my groove back with some gesture studies and thumbnailing. This, however, is some rough linework for my upcoming comic strip.