A charcoal drawing from the 80s, a favorite medium of mine at the time. I can almost, but not quite, recall who this is! That’s what I get for moving around so much. This was in Alaska. I liked charcoal because it invited spontaneity, and it could be bold or gentle. Great medium.
Looking over the old drawings, I recall why I quit drawing (for decades!). I felt that I just couldn’t do it very well. (And the same was true about my writing; I judged that in far too harsh a light as well.) Those were my judgments at the time, and they came out of all sorts of insecurities. Now, I’m much more sanguine about art and creativity. Or, to put it another way: I’m strange, and it’s fun.