Feeling guilt ridden when I don't draw, I have to use all kinds of tactics with myself to get started. It really isn't so difficult, taking a few minutes to observe and draw. The problem is all about expectations and anxieties. Expecting to be inspired. Anxiety about falling far short of inspired results, even with a quick little pencil drawing. Murkier existential bullshit.
So the brutal "just do it" while Gabe was getting ready to go to school this morning was sufficient to get me to sit down and start. After dropping him off (or switching drivers and driving myself home - Gabe is learning to drive), I picked it back up and finished before coming up to the studio. The dragging anchor of too much self criticism forces one to learn how to breathe underwater. What a lot of needless drama. If you can't be a bird today, be a fish.
view from the living room towards the entry hall, 11 1/2 x 8 1/4, 2B graphite and Prismacolor pencils