I've got this new sketchbook -- the feel is very different than the Moleskine, the pages are über-white and the creases are mean. But that's the one i've decided to carry around, should the urge too doodle aimlessly strike.
Pokey is Suzanne's Beagle! The scanner makes the Moleskine journal pages even more transparent than they actually are. Shucks.
Also, i like Lindsay Lohan. Of all the crap and the celebrities that get ridiculous amounts of attention out there, she is one i actually feel for. Her mug shot has been ubiquitous for the past few days, and i needed a subject to start this new sketchbook i got months ago for my birthday.
Is it reasonable to credit Bob Dylan for a lot of the drawings i posted on this blog over the past year? I find myself wanting to listen to Dylan when i draw. "As if none of the intervening disasters and wrong turns happened", it always sort of brings me home.
Something crucial i learned to do with this blog is desacralize the process of drawing, remove the solemnity that i used to attach (albeit unconsciously) to each drawing -- which used to paralyze me. For years, i would draw only a handful of pencil portraits each year for that reason. But this past year, i've learned to use any surface, cheap paper or not, and just DRAW. In other words, i have learned to accept to fail. Results always matter, but what matters most to me now is to just stop, watch, sense, "clear the crap" (as Danny Gregory writes in The Creative License) and just trust the flow of the pencil or the pen. If i can continue doing that, it will justify this blog.
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