December 20th, 2007 (09:12 am)
Feeling:: thirsty
Listening to:: Aberdeen City - God is Gonna Get Sick of Me
Have you ever had someone in the so-called “real world” let you know they’ve found your blog, and even though you’ve not tried to hide it –even though you told them about it- you find yourself suddenly glaring sidelong at your keyboard with uneasy distrust? Yeah, so have I. How strange, huh?
So.
So. To business.
I’ve never considered myself an artist, but I do like to doodle here and there. In fact, my love affair with drawing extends back further than any other creative outlet but writing- further than knitting, further than sewing, further than jewelry. I remember very specifically the first moment I looked at drawing as something I could do: I was on visitation with my father in DC and had nothing whatsoever to amuse myself during the days. Walking through a store, I tremulously picked up a small sketchbook and a box of thin Crayola markers and asked, sure I would be turned down, if I could have them. The first thing I drew was a sea serpent, sharp-faced and be-horned in yellow and purple.
( Things haven't changed much. )