I have taken up an old hobby

For some reason out of nowhere, I felt like drawing. I have never had the ability to draw something purely out of imagination. Instead, I chose to search for images that resembled what I was feeling. Some were small with very little detail. Black and white, which is what I currently wanted.

I chose to take an artistic path I had never taken before. Instead of painting with colors, I chose to use nothing more than a pen, a cheap pencil for shading, and a black permanent marker to fill in complete blacks. The style of shading I used was a compilation of cross pattern pen with a little help of my pencil. This is something I have never tried before.

After a couple hours of playing around with the setup, I have grown to love the look and outcome even though I am such a fucking perfectionist. Even within my considered best works, I would find imperfections.

Maybe this is a new way for me to channel my anger and anxiety. I guess I will see if this is a growing love or just a another fad.