"I was drinkin' last night with a biker, and he showed me a picture of you. He said pal get to know her. You'll like her...and it seemed it was the least I could do." ~ Grateful Dead
Well there was no biker--and no picture--but I was definitely drinking, and feeling like I wanted to do something new.
Everything has felt right lately. I find that does not happen all that often so--when it does--I try my best to ride the tide. The creative impulses that used to control my life have reamerged since I began writing again. That is actually an understatement.
My brain will not rest would be the more accurate statement. Morning, noon, and night seem to have merged into one, long, bright, beautiful day! It is exausting, to be sure, and yet more rewarding than I remember.
So after my friends left I got down to the business of finishing off my last glass of Captain. I sat down to the computer and began looking for an article my brother had written earlier in the day. I was really excited that he had started doing something like that because it gave us something new in common, and that is such a rare occurance with someone that you have known their entire life. That started me thinking about something he had said to me--actually asked me would be more on point--a few days ago. He asked me if I still had the drawings that I had done in high school.
I had done a series of drawings that are rather hard to categorize. They were all centered around gore and irony. What they were is really besides the point though. The point is that--after all these years--my brother still remembered them in detail. So I started digging through my box of stuff and--lo and behold--there they were. Not the greatest drawings in the world to be sure, but there is something to them...something catchy.
And that is how the idea began. I want to play around with these pictures and fine tune them. Then I want to put them on fabric and start my own line of tee shirts. It might sound silly, but I can only assume that if you have stuck around this post this long, you have, at least, a little bit of tolerance for silly. And, at the end of the day, silly sometimes gives birth to something worth while...if only a smile!
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