and you don't know where I'm going.
just one of those strange sentences that crosses my mind now and again. Occasionally even inspiring something else out of me.
It's been a long while since I've written any kind of official journal. Well, what's really official anyway. But I read some of the old ones and I can see reasons why it might be a good idea to.
I haven't done much by way of art this year, but I'm starting to feel those tingles again. It's so nice to just go. I remember many times when I was little, asking my parents what I should draw. They usually didn't offer any such idea, but I think that's because they knew I wouldn't be interested in their ideas. But there were so many times like that. I always wanted an idea of what to draw. It's rarely like that these days. When I paint, I try to just go.
For my last painting, I actually took the paper and clipped it to my big clipboard and set it on my desktop in front of my monitor. I've never felt the urge to do that. I always kept the paper across my lap while working. I think I may have picked this up from one of my painting classes. It's nice to have it there right side up in front of you, even if you do have to sit up straight. But that feels good too.
My time has been occupied mostly just with hanging out with friends or family, playing the internets, working, a bit of reading, and some weekly writing. One of my managers at work has a website called "Normality Restored"
[link] which I now write for on a "sometimes-weekly" basis. I write under the pen-name "D. Composition" if anyone's interested in checking it out.
Thanks all you guys who checked out my most recent painting.
