rambles and half-essays

Like a lot of artists, I do a lot of art. Because I’m impatient and scatterbrained, I do several different types of art. I’m a good musician and play the occasional gig.

I am not a good visual artist. Granted, my poems are worse. So bad. So bad you have no idea. So bad that I write them as almost a joke. And like most almost-jokes, they never land. 🙂

Drawing is fun, though. It came free with my hands and you can do it on most anything. It’s tough when I can’t execute what I imagine, but if you draw enough you get better – good enough for a rough outline, which satisfies me.

On YouTube I like to watch visual artists do sketchbook tours, where they film themselves flipping through their sketchbooks and do a voiceover. The art is pretty and professional, most of the time. It’s a really peaceful thing to watch.

But I’d like to see someone do it who’s just straight-up bad. Like, someone who doesn’t care about looking like a professional. Me, maybe. I could do that if I wanted to. I could cut the bits of writing out of the sketchbooks (my drawings often devolve into writing).

I just can’t add another hobby to my list. I know that. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to. The idea of a series of “writer’s sketchbook tour” videos is funny to me. I love fuckery.

I’m debating whether I should take pictures of my sketchbook and put them in digital form to do a less time-intensive version of the video idea, but again, it’s just…another thing. And I have so many things I need to pursue. Want to pursue. Time is a limited resource and I wish it weren’t.

KB