So here’s my attempt at explaining the doodling.
Are
The subject line was simple, one word Are.
Even if it wasnt meant to be a poem that email worked like one.
It dug to the root of the issue and asked the question better than simple prose would have.
Its a question meant to start a conversation, not just to find an answer to.
But that wasnt the question, it wasnt just Are you an artist?
and that becoming is rather important.
Thats whats putting the ramen in my bowl after all.
The problem came when the stuff I drew started paying for the hot dogs in that ramen.
I had friends who were real artists, who made things that were real art.
I thought I was pretty hot stuff.
After all Id had to watch like six youtube videos to figure out the process.
I took watercolor supplies to Mt.
Hood where I camped for a few weeks.
Then I dropped a friends photo into a ravens outline, something that carried meaning for them.
Another friend saw it and wanted a scene in a goat and suddenly I had it figured out.
Boom, recipe, just add two cups of #campvibes and let cool for an hour.
And I hid there, doodling, trying to make stuff people saw as art without being an artist.
The torture is supposed to be emotional, not physical.
It worked too in a way.
Apparently people were experiencing it enough to steal it and call it their own at least.
But I still didnt want to be that.
Of course I should have known you dont have to be a basement dwelling pansy to be an artist.
So yes Pop, I guess Im becoming an artist.
Arts supposed to tell a story, and I cant help blabbing.
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