I went to bed way early last night. I got way more sleep than normal, but I felt sooooooooo tired getting or trying to get out of bed this morning. I still feel tired. I think I am catching the cold that Wiz has/had. Ick. I hate being ill.
I started drawing again last night. It was a very cool feeling. I bought a sketchbook on the way to the Getty Center in LA... and started a few drawings while I was there. However last night was good, I was becoming an artist again. I didn't draw tables and chairs or people... I drew art. Between looking at Ollie's and DLove's artwork... I have been quite inspired to start again.
Ong's father and I were talking about how art is killed by the computer. We are both graphic designers and video editors. Neither had really done anything in the art realm since we started playing with computers. It is kinda scary. We talked about the fact in our lives that if you don't use your art talent that it kinda fades away. It took me from the time I left the Getty until last night to even having 'something' to draw. I always (and I mean ALWAYS) have a pen with me, but usually when it hits the paper... I have nothing for it to do.
It felt good to express myself in ink. I think I am going to look into getting another scanner, so I can start my own little 'piece of a week' page. I need something to force me into drawing more. Kinda like this journal forces me to think more.
Non-digital Art.