I am in one of those empty periods at the moment when I find myself forcing some drawing out of my reluctant hands. Since the New Year I have found that my output has almost dried up. This sense of despair (I know I am a bit of a drama queen) has only been exaggerated by going through my 2016 yearbook which seemed packed with image that I feel really quite proud of. But this year has been a real struggle. I know things will change – they always do. As anyone who has been a follower of this blog long enough will testify every few months I have a moan like this then I am off to the races again. Perhaps this is part of the process I have to go through to rekindle the spark of creativity that I feel is missing at the moment. Which brings me to the Camel.
In an effort to force something out of myself last night I decided to make a five minute drawing of a camel. Why a camel? You may very well ask and I haven’t got the first clue as to why I choose the animal other than I was watching a TV programme about the British in India and there was camel mentioned. Pathetic I know but such is the way that my kleptomaniac mind works. So here he or she is (I’m going to call her she) and everytime I look at her I smile. I am a simple creature at heart.