I've recently got back into drawing after many years of not drawing, doing 'conceptual' art courses, being lazy and avoiding drawing because I wasn't really any good at it. But i'm at a time now where i can draw for fun, and im picking up the pencil again with still slightly lazy gusto!
My favourite thing to draw is portraits, but in particular Freddy Mercury. Probably because he's so iconic, his poses and physical originality means that even when i really mess up the drawing, there's still a vague similarity to the subject. Sometimes the pictures are so bobbins, they capture other aspects of Freddy Mercurys personality that the regular fans, Freddys close friends and family, and even Freddy himself, hadn't previously been aware of; his thuggish side, the time when he got fat (he never got fat) and what he'd have looked like if he was a stand up comedian clutching a mic in a shit American comdey club, rather than triumphantly holding the stage at Wembley. These pics are varying degrees of rubbish- some being outrageously bad, however i'd like to state that none of these pictures are meant to be insulting to the late, great Freddy, and I'm drawing as a fan and definately not taking the piss. The pictures are meant to look just like him, however the pics take a life of there own through my uncanny ability to not be able to draw his portrait, despite the number of times i try.

Years ago I met a plasterer who was doing up a kitchen in the house i lived in at the time, he only did pictures of Rocky and Teddy Bears- When i asked him why he always chose the same subjects, he said that when you find something you enjoy drawing you might as well keep at it. I also saw a film once, i forget the name, but in it the man had amnesia, and he forgot everything! But a box of Ritz Crackers gave him a vague memory of the time before, and he just kept drawing the same box of crackers over and over, different styles, different materials. It was mint! Every one in the home where he was recovering was like 'whats he doing?'. He didn't know, and i've forgot if the film was fictional or not. Presumably he got his memory back at the end- it doesn't matter, its not really that relavent to what im trying to tell you, so ill crack on.