Posts Tagged ‘drawing



I’m trying to get back into the swing of things art-wise. I really haven’t drawn anything in probably 15 years … which is in stark contrast to when I was growing up, and was drawing every day, several times a day (in class, in study hall, at home, etc.). But I’ve decided that it’s really something I need to do more of, and I figured I could share some stuff here … whether good, bad or meh. You’re not gonna hit a homerun every time you’re at bat, but you’re only gonna get better by stepping up to the plate. I doubt I’ll be throwing up any “finished” pieces … I’m taking baby steps here, hence why I’m calling this category “Doodles.” So, here we go.

Doodle No. 1:

I don’t know why the Aztec feel came into play, and I wish I would I could think of more of that style to fill out the snake. But this pic kinda reflects my frustration in life … feeling like the mouse caught up in the coils of a snake, but not quite ready to be anyone’s dinner.


Out from the depths

Years ago, when I first bought my house … I hadn’t even completely moved all of my stuff in when my mom called me up and told me I had forgotten some stuff at her place. I told her that there was no way that could be, because the attic (where I stayed with her for a year when I first moved back –make liberal use of the “Children of Attic” jokes) was completely cleared out. I checked it several times to make sure nothing was left behind.

“No, not that stuff. The stuff in the basement,” she said.

“What stuff in the basement?”

“The stuff you left when you moved to Florida. I don’t know what it is, I don’t look at it.”

Despite my pleas of “It’s only been there for like 15 years, one more day won’t hurt,” mom insisted that I come and get it NOW … it being several boxes. So, I took time out of setting up the house and got them, and promptly shoved them in my dining room where they would be out of the way.

Never looked at them after that.

Until today.

See, I told Cali that I wanted to have the dining room cleaned out so that we could actually use it for something other than a place to store my bikes, tools, and random boxes. For example, we want to try our hand at making homemade pies — but we have no place to do it since the dining room just has tons of stuff in it. In fact, my dining room table is just covered with all kinds of nonsense (as I’m finding out), so it’s been kind of funny finding all kinds of stuff and saying to myself, “Why didn’t I just pitch this?”

Among the things that I found in the boxes:

    Oh yeah.

    Oh yeah.

  1. A taun taun. Children of the ’80s either had one, or had a friend that had one. And like most children, I was irresponsible and don’t have the garbage harness that always seemed to interfere with the madcap shenanigans that my Star Wars adventures would inevitably take. My figures rode their taun tauns bareback, cause they were cool like that. He is now resting comfortably next to my Jay and Silent Bob bobbleheads in the Geekatorium.
  2. Dungeons and Dragons stuff. Dear Lord, I was (am) a giant nerd. Old issues of Dragon magazine, a notebook filled with adventure ideas, scary bad guys and random character sheets. I’ll have to go through this stuff more thoroughly and see if there’s anything worth mentioning in there.
  3. I still dont know what Grimace is.

    I still don't know what Grimace is.

    Art class stuff. Back in the day, I used to be a decent artist. Not God’s gift by any means, but if I took 5 seconds to draw a penguin, you’d know it’s  a penguin and not Grimace. But I found a bunch of stuff that I drew in 11th grade for class. It’s not great, it’s not bad. I think I managed to get an A in the class. But it brings to light another Cali reference … we were folding laundry at my house, and I pulled out an old shirt that I had designed. She asked me why I don’t draw anymore, and I really couldn’t give her an answer. I’ve asked myself that same question several times, but I think the main thing is is that I always seem to have something else to do other than draw. And I’m not nearly as imaginative anymore. But it is something I should start doing again. Maybe I will while watching TV (like I used to). I guess I’ll just have to see.

  4. Old Letters: Yep, to complete the trifecta of nerdom, I found letters from the days of being a pen pal. I used to write to an Aussie girl probably from the time I was 15 until maybe sophomore year of college. That seems like such a quaint thing to do — like kids today couldn’t even conceive of such a thing. “Why not just e-mail?” But there was always something really cool about having pen pals and getting real letters in the mail. I would love to get the mail just cause of the letters. Now, nothing but bills, special offers and advertisements. There’s been times I haven’t gotten the mail for a week because, well, why?

This has been a pretty comical experience so far. Nothing like a trip down memory lane to kinda shake up the day to day grind. It’s giving me ideas of new paths to take, and a reason to take them. Let’s see where this road goes.

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