Waiting and keeping company with q-tips, tongue depressors, and cotton balls.
Middle son, Matt, received a terrific gift not long ago. It is a book called An Illustrated Life. I love it because it is filled with a wonderful variety of artist’s sketchbook pages. My “sketch books” have been everything from traditional sketchbooks, spiral bound notebook paper, typing bond, newsprint sketching pads to the jeans I wore. According to An Illustrated Life there is no one right way, but I am resolved to use and carry a small, archival, sketch book. So many times I am struck with the impulse to draw, but don’t have the material available.
Thursday I spent my entire afternoon at the doctor’s office; which is creatively, a pretty sterile environment, nevertheless found an interesting still life. 🙂
I am and have always been a doodler. My notes in school were generally framed by small sketches or doodles, and I was embaressed if asked to share my notes. The thought process used to be that doodling was a mind wandering distraction, and one should refain. Now, there are studies out that say doodling actually improves retention of information. I’ll go with that! I think of the caves and cliff outcroppings, where doodlers felt compelled to leave their marks and those doodles are still around for the rest of us to view and enjoy.