I’m mainly a developer, but the artistic streak runs through my family. I was the only student in my grade, at my high-school, who stuck with band class until graduation. I sometimes draw. I was selected, for reasons I might barely understand (I was young) to be taken out of school for half a day each week or so to take art classes at the art gallery.
I have one defining piece, which I’d say really sums me up. In September of 2007, I decided I’d make drawing a hobby, or habit; whichever you choose.
I took a blue ball-point pen and some leaves of lined loose-leaf, looked on Google Images for a standard half-naked semi-muscular guy, split a page into four sections, and tried drawing the guy in the upper-left section. I shoved the image through a few filters to make it blue and white, so that it would resemble the pen I was using on the paper. It came out horribly, like some sort of headless mannequin resembling a human form only by suggestion.
I tried it again. In the upper-right section, I drew the same figure. This time, I managed to give him a head and keep him looking relatively human.
Once more, I drew the man. On the third attempt, he was shaded and properly defined and — I’d say — almost passable.
At that point, I got bored and left it.
And that’s how it goes. If I start something new, I can learn a tremendous amount about it in a short time, as long as I’m working on it. However, if I stop working on it, my skills quickly fade. I haven’t drawn since late 2008, and I’ve spent the last week tracing over circles and lines and figures in an attempt to relearn how to move my hand. I can already see a marked improvement.