Two weeks and counting. I have finally learned combining different writing (1.o, 0.5 micro pens) and coloring materials. As I go further deep into the enclaves of my self-taught artistry, I realized that I am inclined to work more with fine point pens and deciding on patterns and shapes as I go along. Coloring is a secondary art to me, hence buying coloring books for adults, as the trend goes nowadays, is a bit lost on me. But whenever I see links to coloring book artists and sites, I am more than happy to share these with my coloring book-addict friends.
Being a self-taught and late-blooming doodler, I try to learn from others as much as possible otherwise I’d be breaking rules (though some claims there’s no such thing as “rules”). YouTube videos and illustrations via Pinterest is a treasure trove of learning resource. I get so inspired that I draw whenever there’s an opportunity to create one. In the office, whenever transient power interruption happens, I muffle my squeals of delight while the rest of the hive moan and groan at lost productivity. The reason being is that I keep a small sketch pad inside my desk drawer and a small tray of micro pens and colored ballpoints to entertain myself until electricity is back.
Drawing keeps me out of trouble, I always say.
It keeps me away from the malls on weekend where I always end up depleting my weekly allowance on artisanal this and that. It keeps me out of the social media which has the tendency to release the Kraken on me. I can be such a troll. A nice troll that sends nice comments your way about your photos, the food you ate, the dress you wore, the inspiring things you did at the gym, in the office, at the resorts and restaurants you’ve been too. But some stuff on the internet can really rile me up so drawing at home is nice. Puts me in a zen mode and mood. Less talk, less mistake is what they all say so drawing does that to me.
I stay in my corner with my art supply and sketch pad. Rulers and stencil on the side. Coffee is a bit out-of-reach (at least arm’s length reach) less we topple the dark liquid and ruin a day’s work. Music blaring from the old stereo behind me. Usually Helen Jane Long, Classical Guitar, Jim Chappell, and a compilation of heart-wrenching OST from John Barry, Morricone, and all those legendary films with grand battle scenes and equally epic fail romance. Aren’t you afraid to get fat from sitting on your butt for hours?
Hmm…for that I’d put on Uptown Funk and wiggle as I doodle.