Man, it feels so good to get back to work again. I'm not a professional artist just a guy who likes to draw. I forgot how exciting it can be to see the potential in a piece. Every line and drop of shade creating a new flow or current on a blank piece of paper. I start drawing in the middle of the night, system of a down turned all the way up, my head phones on, the biggest fucking cup of coffee I can find, and its just me and the paper. We're familiar friends and we understand each other. Every sheet of paper is unique in its texture and contour. You need to be able to finesse the sheet infront of you and gently glide the pencil along its suddle curves. I guess drawing is almost like making love. Its this understanding that seperates a good drawing from a great drawing. In the end you have put a little piece of yourself down. This however is a two sided sword. Sometimes I feel like I've spread myself too thin and I've lost substance so I need to take a break and step back. I have been working on three different drawing that are'nt even going to be mine in a few days. I've been reflecting on this fact and on other pieces of work I've done. I started thinking of how many drawings I must have floating around this world right now that bear my name and how many people I've drawn. If I managed to get every drawing together I could literaly make a scrapbook of the people that have been in my life or that I've crossed paths with.
