Over the weekend, I was painfully humiliated by a close one for a sketch I did.
Yet I still feel proud of what I see on my sketch, and would gladly try again.
And then I realized that the humility in willingn to try again probably stems from knowing this is not my strength zone, and wanting to learn out of pure interest.
This realization made the weekend fruitful.
I am proud of every one of my sketches.
I am proud of even the ones that do not have form or tones.
I am proud of those that are beautiful and reflect that still life.
I am proud of the focused-ness and effort of every little line and shade.
I am proud of who I am when I draw; the beauty I see in that moment and recreating that beauty.
I am proud of me, Jana.