Something of a freakshow blow up doll, the one-eyed girl decorated the margins of all my notebooks in one version or another throughout my life. It's the type of thing you doodle while semi listening to the drone of the teacher (always bringing to mind Charlie Brown's 'Hwa hwa hwa hwa, hwa hwa, hwa.') sortof without thinking and sortof with hoping the girl sitting next to you will go "oh, wowee! That's some talent you got there!". Some. My one eyed girl has morphed along the years - deserting her pseudo realism for the more willy nilly style of a comicsy nature, where a wonky eye doesn't deter from the artistic value of the drawing - it makes it. Beyond being simpler, it's also more me. I see the world through loony glasses, and taking things to the extreme seems to bring things into "normal" focus for me. I like trying to bend the lines and exaggerate the obvious in an attempt to make you see what I see.
(Remember that song? Do you seee what IIiiiiiii seeeeeeeee? Googling now shows me it's a christmas nativity song. Bad Jew! Bad Jew!)
In any case, I keep shying away from taking it to the next level. There are excuses (reasons!) that can easily be overcome if it weren't for the fear factor (Frank Herbert, where are you? Fear is the mind killer! Fear is the little death! Anyone? Hello?... ::crickets:: ), but somehow I can't bring myself to face it full on and get past the obstacles thrown in my way. This of course makes me feel losery and then grumpy at myself for not DOING something to get out of the losery feeling, and blah blah blah vicious cycle which goes on and on like the song that never ends.
(Some people STARTED singing it not knowing what it was, and they'll go on singing it FOREVER just because this is the song that never ends....).
Rambling.
Not drawing.
Not sketching.
At least I still got my health.
*cough*
