Tuesday

I've hardly been drawing. It's sad really. I don't think I am particularly skilled at it, but I do enjoy it, and I can create something impressive with a little bit of extra time. But I recall when my sketchbook was my life. Did I maybe just spend more time waiting back then?

I was looking through a book of Ralph Steadman's work (Mostly drawings) and felt conversely inspired and horrifyingly discouraged. But then I came home and opened my sketchbook, and heeding the advice of a friend who said, "Just go with it," I put my pencil to the paper and was pleasantly surprised with the results!



Sketchbook Jan 2 2009

That it contains vulgar nudity should be no surprise to you.

It is easy to feel discouraged or blown off course. But before I swallow a stone of despair and jump into a river, I need to remind myself that I am still young, and that I am indeed slowly inching toward my goals. As long as I am still moving I am still good.

This month is devoted to my birthday and my birthday party.

It is a new year and I have a new life. Not that new, like, a remake of my old life, cast with better looking actors. And oh dear, this whiskey's hit my head like a gunshot just now. I picked up a bottle of Bulleit Bourbon at Trader Joe's for about $20.00. I'd never tried it, but my whiskey friend widely approved, and it's tremendously delicious. My ex turned me into a whiskey girl and I like it.

I like not owning a television. The farther I distance myself from that machine, the happier I am. When I am occasionally subjected to it, I find it appalling and frustrating, yet I am drawn to its noisy glow and find that I cannot look away. The stuff really is not good for you, it is a drug that the modern world takes in ignorance. It breeds insecurity, paranoia, obesity, and stupidity. Do you think I sound like a snob? Challenge yourself to turn the thing off for a month and see how much better you feel!