A Long Forgotten Love
Once upon a time I loved to draw and sketch and do all things creative. In the past year or so I've become so consumed with other things that I've pushed my love of drawing away.
One of the guys at work draws in his spare time, and when I say draws, I mean he draws. This guy is absolutely amazing (although he thinks his stuff is crap) and I only wish I had half of his talent.
Zig is also quite creative, and quite talented, and I know that he likes to paint. I've seen pictures of some of the stuff he's done and it's fantastic. Painting is just something that I've never been able to pick up - I've tried a few times but for some reason it just doesn't "happen" for me.
Obviously (obvious because of my career, not my blog), writing and words are a big part of my creative flow. It's ridiculous how excited I get when writing either for a job or for myself, it's a great outlet.
But drawing is just something that I love. I'm definitely not the best at it, but it feels great to see the finished product. Faces are my thing - I can't draw a scenery picture to save my life, but I enjoy the details of people's faces. Someone's face can tell a lot about them.
I think I need to make some time for myself and my creative side to come back through. As much as I love my job, you can only think about paginations and editorial so much before you crave a different creative outlet.