I used to zone out and imagine things vividly. This was when I used to take public transportation back in New York City. I used to be able to place my characters in everyday life, and have them follow me around. Lately it has been a struggle to imagine anything at all. Most of my thoughts are riddled with worries; worries that aren’t even mine. It’s a good thing I wrote the script for Ghosts otherwise it would have been a little hard to keep track of now that I am finally drawing it.
What time is it?
What worries me? Perhaps the question should be “what doesn’t worry me?” should be the question. I am not quite sure. I'm doing okay, I guess and I do have a 9-5 to sustain me and my family, yet what the heck am I worried about? Thinking about it always leads me to the same conclusion...time.
I just feel like I never have enough of it. Life is just full of hurdles and I struggle on a daily basis to figure out what I can do in the little amount of time I have. When I say "What I can do" I am referring to the creative aspect of my life. Sure, I love to draw, but I feel I don't always have enough time to draw as much as I want to. Hell yeah, if I drew for a living that would be awesome, but living the freelance world with a family depending on you can be a bit crazy, at least for me. The thought of not knowing if there is imcone coming in has happened to me before, and it is not a good way to live, at least for me.
Making the time
Still, I try to find some time, even if it is at least 30 minutes to put some artwork in. Not everything I draw turns into a project or a masterpiece I can sell, but it keeps my creative muscles honed. This piece I recycled from an old drawing mainly because I loved the pose and I needed a cleaner design to their uniforms. What do you think of the suit?
Until next time, #drawwatuwant.