Not Pencilled Out Yet

Back in December I mentioned I’d started drawing, picking up the “Apple Pencil” I’d bought years before more with vague thoughts of “hand-printing recognition” only to use it for little more than “colouring book” applications. I’d also admitted the resolve to draw had gathered again after more years since that through having dabbled in the controversial terrain of “text-to-image” programs to the point of becoming annoyed with them, but not so much with the grand moral objections raised by others as just with how the fine details kept going wrong. My own drawing skills didn’t seem as if they could manage even the superficial gloss of “adequacy” that had led me along the image generation trail to begin with, much less what those who’d drawn the original pictures fed into its mathematical hoppers. Still, so I told myself, I could at least count fingers and keep them attached to hands.
( With a surprise at the end )