Wednesday, February 8, 2012
drawing from life
Long ago I wanted to be a fine artist...and by that, I mean working for Hallmark. I actually had a chance to design something for them once, not sure if they made it but hope they did, so I can cross that off the bucket list.
Drawing has always been a source of comfort for me, very much like a favorite blanket or teddy bear. It's not something I do well enough to continue to feed the bulldog, and with photo shop it may well become as relevant as devining, but its my thing and I enjoy it.
I draw to keep me from killing people.
I draw to avoid housework.
I draw to make me feel like I am doing something relevant and useful.
I draw because I can't sew.
I draw to avoid reality.
I draw to make me happy.
And sometimes I draw for people who actually pay me money, but those gigs are few and far between. In fact, while getting my taxes ready for last year I realized I haden't designed anything for a paying customer last year...or the year prior.
Guess that part of what I do is over. *sigh*
So now I dink around with pencils, crayons and pastels, for no other reason than because I can.
And that makes me happy.