To learn to love the iPad, I am creating a series of live sketch streams. I want to like it, I do. It seemed like the perfect tool to have for outdoor painting and eventually in-person figure drawing sessions post quarantine. But so far, it irritates the living crap out of me. Compared to a Wacom tablet, the iPad is imprecise, slick as ice, and it zooms in seemingly at random if you breathe. I am constantly battling against its idiosyncrasies instead of just drawing. Tonight it blinked out partway through (and I lost some of the work). Far from a professional tool, it strikes me as an overpriced toy—a bloated iPhone. I‘ll finish the fantasy axe concept that I started tonight in a follow-up video in the morning. I will try again to love the iPad tomorrow. Wish me luck.
