Sketch a tree – January Challenge

So when my dad challenged me in January to sketch a tree, I was sent back to my art class at the Optimist Centre in Windsor, Ontario in the 1990s during which I learned to loathe the exact art of drawing trees. I refused to step away from my tree of choice and the entire piece of paper resembled a 1′ chunk of a tree trunk. If my rendering were reflected in the real world, all tree trunks would be blank pieces of paper.

I. Hated. Drawing. Trees.

But when you make the rules and your own dad challenges you to do a thing, it would be flat-out hypocrisy to not do the thing. So I did the thing.

Behold: the fruits of stepping back and persisting.