There are days when my hands feel stupid—apparently incapable of drawing anything of value. They’re disconnected from my mind’s eye; whatever they produce feels clumsy, heavy and dull.

I’m not sure that anyone else would notice what feels wrong about these drawings… there have been times when I didn’t notice it myself until afterwards. I might look back at drawings I’ve been reasonably happy with and notice the self-consciousness I associate with this heavy-handedness.

Sometime it’s possible to draw through this lapse and find my way back to the mindfulness and hand-eye connection I usually take for granted. In the past I’ve developed projects where I include every drawing I’ve made of a certain subject, whether I like it or not. This acceptance requires a form of forgiveness I don’t always have.

Although it felt like everything I produced today was bad, once I scanned the drawings I felt more kindly towards them and decided to include a few here.