This is not a phenomenon that is new to me, but it is one that I keep on forgetting.
Often when I begin drawing, I am frustrated by lack of ability, rattling out rubbish drawing after rubbish drawing. It seems that the only time I manage to do something that pleases me is when I just stop caring. I was sitting in a coffee shop on Saturday, struggling to produce any quick sketches that resembled the poses in front of me. In the end I just thought "sod it, I'm not going to be able to do anything better today". Immediately I saw an improvement.
I simply let the pen go where it wanted to on my page, without thinking about it. The result is a bit more messy than normal, but what eventually emerges from the scribbles is something far closer to what my eyes see.
Could the secret to drawing be an issue of trusting oneself? Deep down I know I can draw when it comes to it, but maybe I should just believe that I can draw well without trying so damn hard to prove it.