doodling in the margins.

i look up at the very tall buildings., originally uploaded by Ryanwiz.

When I was younger (so much younger than today) I would draw and draw and draw and draw. Pretty much all I did, really. I was always bored and that killed whatever time I was allotted, be it a few hours after school before dinner or school itself. Always the one yelled at for doodling in the margins, I was. I drew whatever I could think of…though most times I was forced to elicit ideas from surrounding friends and family. I always had a tough time just comin’ up with ideas out of thin air. Some folks have no problem with it. Like this guy:



As I grew older I sort of drifted away from drawing, sadly. No time for that when you’re drinking, smoking, partying, socializing….traveling the country following your favorite band. Well, I’m sure I could have found time…I just didn’t care as much now that I wasn’t *bored* anymore. I always figured that I’d just sort of come back to it someday, and I think that time is drawing near. I really miss the creation of art. Even if it’s something I hate, tear up and toss in the can. At least I’m doingsomething.

Don’t get me wrong…I’m doing things every day – my family is GREAT, fun, loving, and beautiful – but art is something else; something almost indescribable. I take photos ALL THE TIME, but they’re easy…drawing is hard. It’s like taking a little slice of you and spreading it out terribly thin, making you transparent and making it part of the world for everyone else. That, and it’s great for killing time.