Posting
these scribblings for myself helps me to look at them in a new way. I generally
leave them living on a shelf somewhere and while searching for something
completely unrelated, I can’t resist pulling them out for a look and end up
forgetting what I was doing.
First comes
nostalgia as they take me back to the where and the when they were set down. Then
inspiration and curiosity arrive as I wonder if I could expand on some of the
ideas.
And then
amusement hits me in the belly as I question what I was thinking when I was
drawing some of the stranger doodles and if I’ll have to hand back my artistic
license.
I do
hesitate to post them though because sometimes I don’t view them as ‘good’ art
or display worthy or ‘look at the amazing things I can do with a
pencil/pen/crayon/stick of blackened wood’ art. In short art that displays my
best side. But then I remember a book I read, ‘Letters to a Young Artist’ by
Julia Cameron, an imagined dialogue between an old writer and a young artist.
One of the letters is about the importance of making ‘Bad’ art or just art for
its own sake, and I am able to get over myself.
So, what do
I learn from these scratchings, well:
-I still
prefer black biro though red has made a showing (controversial).
-Pointy
hair was in.
-As was
scowling.
-My
girlfriend likes to annotate some of my drawings for humorous effect.
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