26.3.15

#51: Back to the roots

Yes, changed the colours and the font a bit. Is that better or worse or the same for you?

Yesterday was an amazing day for me.
The weather was really good and spring-like (Warm, sunny... simply perfect.), so my mother, my brother and his girlfriend and me went out for a walk with our dog.





My mum screamed when she encountered this cutie and made a jump - the frog/toad (?) on the other hand didn't give a single fuck this day until my brother stomped with both feet on the ground behind it, making it jump away quite scared.

At the end of this long, long walk we ended up at something that used to be a ski slope. As it hasn't snowed enough to ski for years, they started turning it into a dirt bike trail, and at that time there was this one guy on his bike training. For his own safety he was wearing a motorcycle helmet so you couldn't see his face. While he was doing riding down the slope, my mum said she wanted to watch him, so we stopped and just stood there, watching that stranger. After he was done, my mum started clapping and that dude just stared at her.
"Come on, I really liked it. It was good!", she said.
I actually only heard her say that because I kept looking away because of embarrassment the entire time.
Dirt bike senpai didn't notice me (´;ω;`)

As we got home, I got an honest message.
"I don't think DP's the right one for you. He's enjoying being fangirled at a little too much."
This should have made me quite sad, but actually it ended up making me feel relieved. Not only did it save me a lot of emotional disappointment in case I'd put my effort into this guy and it wouldn't work, but also did I expect DP to be a womanizer. On the con I met him? He talked to a lot of people, but most of them were girls. Groups of them. After all, he was fairly handsome.
What made me happiest however was having met my "wingman". We've barely been talking for a few days, but I can possibly seeing it turn into a long-lasting friendship because he was being considerate and protective.
"But it was your DP, are you really okay with giving up on him?", he asked despite his judgment.

This whole talk about a wingman then inspired me to draw. Like really, I had an image in my head that wanted to be drawn. But in order to draw, I needed space... so I tidied up my desk, plugged headphones into my recharged iPod and sent myself straight to the heavens with that. Music still was and is my life and manages to cheer me up, no matter what emotional condition I'm in. (Listening to music as I'm typing this, yep.)
An hour and eventually two passed. I didn't drew anything but a wingman logo (which was the Superman logo with a W instead of the S). The reason wasn't just the fact that I got distracted a lot but also the long time I hadn't touched a pencil. It's been months and I actually thought about giving up on drawing (not just in that moment, but like, forever) until I had the idea to have a warm-up. This "warm-up" consisted of copying a photo by drawing it. It actually looked good until I tried to colour it. Usually I don't draw portraits and concentrate on drawing in manga style, but I knew that I was good at observing and copying stuff. Nevertheless this whole thing took me two hours: More than I wanted to take, as this wasn't supposed to be my main creation.
Today I ended up turning my own photo into a drawn portrait. After I was done I managed that the head turned out to be way too big in relation to the body. I could've easily changed that since there wasn't much of a body actually, but I didn't feel like that. I'll just keep it as a reminder of my crappy skills and as an incentive to get better.
If I have the chance to, I'd love to sit down every evening and just randomly scribble stuff. It's so calming and makes me feel so much more like my old self. My old, colourful self. Back when I had so much hobbies that I'd never be bored or feel like a plain Jane. Looks like I'm getting there slowly, especially since Easter vacation is about to start! Two weeks time to be creative in all kind of ways!

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