Why do I bother?
I don’t even remember when was the last time but anyway, for the 3rd time I joined the life drawing group in Primrose Hill.
I think I was the only beginner there.
I was totally rubbish. Worse than the last time.
Other people’s drawings were amazing. A lady next to me was a professional artist.
It’s easy to give up.
“How could I be like them? Forget it.”
But no, I chose to believe I’ll be able to draw like them someday if I keep practicing.
So tomorrow, I’m off to National Portrait Gallery.
Just carrying a sketchbook and I feel like I’m an artist.
And believe me, it feels good and right!
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