My cartooning experiment over the past few months has been educational. I learned that I can draw recognizable comic style people, objects and scenes. I thought the comics would enhance my essays by adding a clever, witty punch to them.
I was wrong.
Not only am I not funny, I’m not clever nor witty. My attempts at wry commentary come across as sour and bitter.
I also am not very good at cartoon drawing. My self-portrait caricatures don’t look anything like me. My panels are OK (for a kindergartener) but I was hoping to create something better than 2 dimensional humanoids and lollipop trees.
So after a few months of trying, I’ve accepted that cartooning is not for me.
I’m glad that I gave it a shot.
But I’m even happier to return to urban sketching with ink and watercolors. I enjoy making something beautiful.
