Love? Love's a strong word…

I like my job. I like what I do. Being in the design field is nice so far but I'm still a noob.

On breaks, I draw.

I like to think he was walking somewhere

when somebody behind yelled

"Ey yo Jack!" 

I don't think his name's Jack though

Maybe the things we do on break should be the thing we do all the time. But I've heard varied experiences on that. 

I used to think I wanted to be involved in movies, making them, or being in them. Then I got too brunt out on dealing with the people in that scene, watched too many behind the scenes docs and couldn't suspend my disbelief any more. I couldn't enjoy films anymore, something I once loved. 

I feel kinda luke warm about movies now a days, but who could blame me seeing the current state of hollywood productions. Snarky remarks aside, it's true, you get to know something so intimately you really start to ask yourself the hard questions, do I really like this? Could I do this forever? 

I've been drawing since I was in kindergarten. I think it's always been an easy escape. I can never wrap my head around someone who doesn't enjoy it to some extent, because it's like being handed a key to everything. 

Whatever you want. However you wish the world would be, or whatever things roam around in your head, you can make them real. You can put them down on a sheet and give them an identity, take them out for others to see, others to experience and make them all the more real. 

Despite my reasons for drawing (and they have been different through various times in my life) I always return to it because it gives me freedom. 

It proves to me that I exist. 

I mean…none of what I've drawn existed before I made it, before I thought about it, before I put the pen to paper and made what was once an inky musing in the back of my skull into something solid, visible, alive. 

And anyone can do it.

Why wouldn't you jump on the opportunity to be a creator? To prove you exist. 

[shea]