The Art of Drawing

Ever since I was a little girl, I've had this fascination with drawing.
How did one use a simple pencil to glide across a piece of paper, capturing moments of beauty, horror, discovery, showing the world a work of art?
SO not the case when it comes to my drawings.
If anything, my drawings are the horror ones. They don't remind you of horrible tragedies or make you stop and reflect on those good and bad moments . . . no.
They look HORIBLE and they bring back all the nightmares you ever had throughout your child hood and scare the living daylights out of you.
In case you need to see . . . these are some of my drawings from the past year.


1. Kim Campbell
Social Studies project. Draw one of the prime ministers of Canada.
 Yes, this is a GIRL
NOT a man.
The picture I copied off of showed that she had winkles in her face so the thing that looks like a mustache is actually supposed to be old lady wrinkles.


2. The Eyeball
I have a friend who is amazing at drawing eyes so one day I decided that I wanted to be just like her and draw an eye. Or in my case, an infected bloodshot eye that doesn't actually look like an eye.
The drawing started out with me sincerely trying to draw an eye and then half way through I suddenly decided that it looked like a bird for some reason so I decided to make it a bird instead.
Behold! The Infected Bloodshot Eye Bird!


3. The . . . . Thing?
To be quite honest, I don't actually know what this was meant to be. This drawing is from my younger years and I think it's a . . . bear?? Maybe a rabbit or a kangaroo . . .
I don't know.


4. The Witch of my Drawings
A drawing from one of my childhood stories about a witch who stole the tail of a raccoon. Fantastic, I know. The sad part is, I was actually eleven when I drew this.



 
 5. Self Portrait
French project!! Draw yourself!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
This drawing must have lowered my self confidence. It looks more like an alien with one eye and a big head. *sigh*

So now that you have seen some of my horrific drawings you should now know that my aunt is an artist and sells her paintings for a living, my younger sisters are now in charge of making the birthday cards because I ruined the last one, and my mom has a real gift with the pencil . . .
And my brother, and my dad, and my cousins, and........
And then there's me.
However, I am the only person out of my family who can sing and play piano and who's been part of a band. The point is, we are all different and special in our own ways.
Some of us, more than others ;)

Over & Out,
Emmi