It has been a long, long time since I have drawn something. I was avoiding drawing since I found out that my cancer had returned, it was too painful to think about the fact my final term was going to be stolen from me by extensive chemotherapy.
But then I realised that it only would be stolen if I let it. If I don’t work hard, if I don’t get my work done I won’t be able to graduate with my friends and the thought of not graduate with my friends hurts so, so much. So this week, during my Methatrexate chemotherapy I started drawing again. I had to do an illustration that describes me as an illustrator and also me as a person, so I decided to do an illustration about my journey through cancer, and the different me’s through the years.
We were only allowed to used black, white, grey and blue. I am so pleased with this. It took what little energy I had to create it but I am so so happy to finally have begun drawing again. It helped me get through the chemotherapy, and it made time really fly.
The second illustration is a neat version of a sketch from my Resolution sketchbook showing a scarecrow from the allotments and the strange balls on a stick that were there. Once again the same colour scheme. This one I am less happy with but it also provided so much relief throughout the week.
I hope this is the beginning of a lot more drawing as I have missed it and I hope it missed me.