My mind spits from a lead
Today while doing some clean up I found ancient tools of some sort of expression. I fell on my pencil case containing the pencil I used to draw with back in Cegep, ranging from 2H, 4B, 6B, 4H, 8B and oh so traditional HB. What was laying on my desk under an organised pile of manual? my old drawing pad. Hurray for providence, so after much kackling and choking of supposidly seedless raisin (motherfucking liars) I sat down and got to business. An hour later sitting outside trying too hard to find something inspiring I realized that drawing outside during a slightly windy day is the suck.....oh and coffee at 2 PM during a hot day is the suck too, but I was craving gourmet coffee bad. I swear to god everytime I try really hard to come up with a good idea, when I know what I want as final result I get stuck with shit and I hate what I draw. On the other hand when I just go pencil crazy and start with something simple I come up with something good. I think it comes from the total absence of inhibition and lack of knowledge as to where I'm going to end up with an always growing concept sparked from total subconscious. Thats what gives me satisfaction when I draw.