Mirth. Madness. Magic Markers.
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I started drawing my dreams each morning to help me remember them. And then I got carried away.
I was obsessed with drawing as a kid. OBSESSED!
And then I just stopped.
For a long long time.
But about ten years ago I started drawing again. Occasionally. I started drawing my dreams.
Now it is nearly compulsive. I don’t just LIKE to do it. I HAVE to do it. I feel like maybe that thing happened to me where someone (like an illiterate coal-miner or something) gets dropped on his head, and then when he regains consciousness, BOOM! He’s a concert pianist. You’ve seen this, right? Cuz it’s a thing. Trust me. Then there’s that other guy in England who never held a paintbrush in his life, and then BAM! He can’t stop painting. Like… to the point where he’s covered every surface in his apartment – every wall, every inch of ceiling- in awesome, bizarre paintings. SEVERAL TIMES OVER. Every wall has multiple layers. Now, I’m not saying that my humble doodles are on par with an expertly played piano concerto, or a beautifully executed landscape on canvas, but it’s still bizarre to me that it’s just kind of consumed me.