The wall!

Okay, I know it's been a while (a week? a week and a half?) Regardless, I wasn't kidding about the summer school... It is eating my life. BUT! I've managed to take up something else! I've officially gone to the rock wall for TWO days! Totally something that I can say I do now. Right? Right?! Okay, yes, I can't call myself a rock climber until I've gone for at least a week...fine.

In all seriousness though, I really want to get into this. I've tried before but I've never devoted a lot of time to it because I felt I couldn't (although what with summer school... BUT NO I WILL OVERCOME). So here's attempt number 5 to get into rock climbing. =) Wish me luck!

Inspired

This is how I feel my week is going to go...

This might start becoming a weekly thing over a daily thing. This is why...

Wine, wine, wine

This one is much simpler than my other "doodles," but I enjoyed it nonetheless. It was my first attempt at drawing something glass so it was fun! And the little poem blurb is courtesy of my namesake =) He's rather hilarious.

Rebirth

I really feel as if art, in all forms, hold almost infinite amount of meaning. The message that is extracted from a piece largely depends on the person viewing it and his circumstance. On the surface, it may seem to be one thing, but often, looking deeper and looking closer reveals intricacy only a unique mind and state of being can uncover.

So, if you feel so inclined, I wonder what you think of when you see this piece. What do you think of the color choices? Of the images I chose to depict? What does my "doodle" say to you?

Thought floods

I've been having trouble sleeping. Two nights ago, I was laying awake, staring at the ceiling, just... feeling. Feelings without words. And then. A flood of words. I remember thinking that they were so important that I didn't want to forget them so I rushed to grab any paper and pen I could. I fumbled in the dark until I found a small, old, sketchbook, many of its pages still blank. Opening to a random page, I began to write, desperately trying to capture those thoughts. And after I had, I stared at the page. And on the opposite page, I wrote this blurb of a poem.

So strange...

It's like the thoughts come and if I manage to scramble fast enough

to paper and pen,

I can capture them as they flood in.

       And then, just like that, my mind is...

Empty.

An empty subway station waiting for the next train to flood my mind with thought.

I'm back! Hopefully with a bit more consistency?

Daily doodling seems to have died since this blog was first undertaken. However, recent happenings have brought it to my attention again. I feel like this summer could go one of two ways honestly. It could be one of stagnancy in my life. Or. It could be one of growth. And really, there could be exponential growth. It intimidates me in a way because of the amount of effort I would put in. In a way, pursing interests (and I mean REALLY pursuing them) takes dedication, and possibly pain, and loss. And tears. And yet, I feel that there is so much potential to achieve.

I know this seems a depressing post, and in its own way, it is. But it's also a post of hope. Of fear being overcome by courage. A bit dramatic I know, but it's what I'm feeling. I hope my doodling, while perhaps not as daily as I'd like, will take off. I hope that in time, they will mature as I mature.

Please let me know what you think! Of my doodles. Of my thoughts. I'd love to hear what you'll have to say.