Reflecting on the past: Sketches

I thoroughly enjoyed looking back at old notebooks, and because I found an old high school sketchbook recently, I decided to reflect on some old drawings as well. I find it super interesting to see what my tortured adolescent brain decided to come up with. Let’s dive in, and find out.

As it turns out, circles and lines have always been my thing. Maybe I speak fluent alien, and just don’t know it?

I really like this one, I remember it taking hours upon hours of stippling, I’d say it was worth it none the less. It’s something pretty to look at, and it’s actually quite relaxing drawing a bunch of tiny dots, in interesting patterns.

Another one of my favorite doodling habits, shapes and shading. What a way to kill a few hours, especially during school. I have to have a million homework assignment sheets, and old tests, all covered with drawings like these. School was never really a source of enjoyment for me, but I found doodling to be a good way to kill a lot of time there.

Ignore the page staining, I must’ve spilled some coffee on it at some point… Oops. Anyway, this is the first page in the sketchpad, and as you can see it’s could definitely use some work. That said, the emotion behind it still holds strong for me. I was a pretty angsty teen, but to be honest it was only because I was so mad about the injustices of the world, still am, to be perfectly honest. This drawing was created after watching a documentary about war-torn countries, and seeing images of children stuck amidst the chaos, just broke my heart.

Well, let’s follow the last image up, with some characters I drew. Honestly, drawing characters was one of my favorite things to do, although I have to say, I still suck at drawing anatomy. I really only drew floating heads, it’s always fun none the less.

See what I mean about the anatomy? However, this alien guy is actually one of my favorites from all of the old sketches in this book. I just find him so cute, and I’m sure I had some story for this guy as well. Maybe I’ll have to revisit and revamp some of these old character designs.

Well, I guess that’s about it for shareable doodles, for now. Does anyone have tips for learning to draw figures, people, and anatomy?? I would genuinely appreciate any tips or tricks, especially now that I’m taking some extra time lately to doodle away.

Reflecting on the past

While I agree that it doesn’t help to dwell on the past, I’ve found that looking through old journals really helps with developing new ideas, and understanding how you’ve felt in the past. I took the time today to go through some old notebooks and find some entries that elicited emotion. Below, I’ll share from a journal I kept through the summer of 2019, so over a year ago, in the hopes that it will give some insight into my current journey.

When will I grow up, and stop living in daydreams and idle fantasies.

Stubbornly feigning indifference, while bearing the weight of worlds.

These were placed on the inside cover of my notebook along with a poem I chose not to share. I have learned through these passages, I have come to recognize pieces of myself, pieces that I still struggle with, but in some ways have come to love. I dream. I question. I feel deeply.

Wander exceptionally far away from what you know, only there will you find yourself.

This one is still relevant to me today. All of my goals lead to a time where I am able to wander. A time, that will give me the freedom to experience, to learn, and to find myself.

Note to Self:

In order to find _______ .

Adventure is inherently important. Nothing else matters. Finding magic means taking the necessary leap.

Be free, create the world you dream of.

Make your ideal reality.

Here I am, over a year ago, searching, yet not knowing what it is I’m looking for. My mind during this time was similar to what it is now, I still yearn for a sense of freedom that I haven’t found. However, I have come to understand the importance of so many other things. I have come to understand the importance of connection, of family, and of being vulnerable enough to let people in.

Small City

Heightened awareness of status in a bourgeois sense.

Finally finished with college degrees, shopping for polos and pleated skirts.

Waiting eagerly for the chance to wear them to new jobs, holding themselves in a higher esteem than they truly should.

False confidence emitted in hazardous waves.

Unappreciated and well despised by those who walk the streets in rags, by those who have seen cruelty and misfortune in this little city.

Now, this piece holds some true anger. I remember the day I wrote this, I was at a stoplight in the city that I was working in. I was watching people walk by, holding their shopping bags from ritzy stores. At this same crosswalk I saw others walking by, dirty and tired, carrying everything they owned on their backs. It was a long day at work, and I had befriended some of the people that were carrying everything they owned on their backs. I felt for them, for their misfortune, and most of all for how misunderstood they are. I still think that everyone who has the privilege of new things, a hot meal, and a place to sleep, should take the time to get to know, and potentially help, someone less fortunate. However, I no longer feel that I can immediately condemn or judge those who do have more.

Nothing feels familiar, and everything is out of place. Lost in a cascade of emotions, never seeming to make sense. It has taken a long while to understand, and here you are, still looking at some unknown land, with a language that eludes you. It was once your vernacular, and yet, it is foreign.

This passage to me, was all of my feelings of disconnect, of uncertainty. Wondering where to turn, who would listen, who would care. This is still something I struggle with, connection for some reason feels so important, yet so scarce.

I guess this blog is an embodiment of my yearning for similarities in such a vast world. This is a place for me to be me, completely honest and open, forgetting all of the time I spent burying my thoughts. It’s also about gaining the confidence to share passages like these. I hope, if you’ve taken the time to read these, that you can gain something too.