To further the story, I was suffering with a bout of depression. I tried everything–exercising, reading, staying busy. That didn’t work. In fact, at work, I didn’t work.
Then, while thinking about life, I started doodling. Then I decided to start drawing a womans profile. Then I drew a picture of my nephew and niece. I noticed that I was so focused on what I was creating and making my visualization materialize on paper, that I’d completely forgot about my worry.
That feeling was awesome. So, that evening I went to Borders and purchased two faux velvet books, one for writing, one for drawing. The way I put a pen to a pad is nothing short of the music that comes from the fingertips of a skilled pianist and just as much as the melodic tones of a masterfully performed song moves me, so does the art I make.
I never want to stop doing this. I want to master this. I want to share this. It makes me feel good. Really, really good. Like cool water against the skin during a summer in Las Vegas, or like some cornbread stuffing that granny makes with the gravy with turkey pieces, onions, and finely chopped mushrooms. Mmm, yes, this is it….