I have started this blog as a way to motivate myself to paint, photograph and draw more often. I get stuck in these horribly obsessive cycles where I only think and do one thing and that one thing right now is coffee.
The other night I had this dream, and I forget what the symbols were, but essentially it was art vs. job and the job was winning. I woke up upset and in a sweat. No good. So I decided to take action. Whenever I have these dreams, whenever I start working too hard, the art comes and tugs at me either gently of bites my ankles to get moving. Art usually makes me a bit more sane, so I am going to try and make more art.
I have been drawing since I was 4 years old. Not many people know this about me. I almost finished my undergraduate degree in art. Full ride. Just didn’t feel it, so instead I chose sociology. I wanted to learn about people, and systems of power and oppression and to get a better idea why I was who I was and where I fit it. The fucked up part about this is that I have ended up in a career where sociology comes in a lot. A whole lot.
I work in coffee. Most of the people in power are white, the producers of the coffee varying shades of brown. Interesting power play and dynamic and don’t think I don’t connect those dots every single day.
anyway, see, trying to talk about art and I come back around to coffee.
I bought a moleskine sketchbook yesterday. small enough to keep in by bag. I have many pens. I plan on having this sketchbook with me at all times now. If I see something interesting, I am going to draw it.
I need to do this for myself. To keep me sane. To keep me grounded.
Also, making art the seriously fun. I love it. So why the fuck not?
