Precious is the enemy. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Precious is the enemy of getting started.

Dear Self,

When I look at a blank page in my notebook, I suppose I should call it a sketch book, it feels precious.

Seeing a page with no marks on it yet I have this sensation, this memory, of the drawings I have done into this exact kind of journal that have felt special to me.

And I look at that blank page and worry that the marks I will make wont feel special.

Worry pretty much guarantees I’ll draw something a bit tight and worried looking.

Precious is the enemy of getting started.

Each page needs a sense of reckless abandon.

I don’t know when special is coming to visit.

Reckless abandon makes sure I’m waiting at the door when it does.



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Know someone who would appreciate this letter?

What is Dear Self all about?