I’m rubbish at drawing. Not just bad; positively terrible. It’s actually properly difficult to tell the difference between my young son’s drawings and my own.
But I do find some kinds of drawing fun. I tried to get into sketching for a while (and will have a go again sometime, I’m sure).
Today, I took the boy to a cartoon-drawing workshop in a library. A brilliant free activity. I didn’t quite know what I was getting into, but I think I had more fun then he did!
And yes, these pictures are mine. And no, the workshop hasn’t made me any better at drawing. But I still had fun!
