From around midnight I suddenly felt like doodling or casually drawing something on procreate. I don’t do that often enough, I think. Now that I don’t really have a sketchbook, I should utilise the digital tools I have more. And it’s great - the realistic rendition of various mediums on the iPad is something to admire and think about - obviously, it’s something very different to mark making with a real crayon or pencil - but it’s impressively close to the original. Very strange feeling pressing against glass to have rough marks being made. I love the flexibility and freedom digital means give me though, and the fact you can use layers, reorder them at your will like a collage. Anyway, after the bad painting I’ve been drawing a bit more, especially little rabbit characters that are sometimes a bit existential. I don’t know, it relieves a bit of stress and teases out what I’m feeling. This night, though, was one of those nights where an idea would come and then after I finish dropping down that idea another one would pop in and it’s never ending and by the end you’re exhausted and the ideas don’t even make sense anymore. But you feel you have to drop every single thing down anyway because you’re terrified of forgetting. What if this is the million dollar idea? this stream of ideas don’t come everyday. I stepped into the shower for a bit, and had ideas building up one after another and I had to rush out so I could drop them down before forgetting. One of them nearly slipped away. They weren’t even good ones, but they came into existence and I have to respect that. Anyway, I really enjoyed that, and my brain got all fuzzy after that. A good night-morning.
