FairweatherJohnson

As good a life as I have, there are times when I wish I could submerge into drawing again. The closeness of that scraping sound that graphite makes on the paper, when scribbles eventually emerge into defined, clear shapes, when I get that bore-site tunnel-feeling of concentration. Creation from nothing but a piece of paper and a stick of graphite. Since drawing my daughter I've felt that nothing was worth drawing. Albeit I've doodled a lot, even at work during meetings (not losing track of the important stuff), but somehow other things got in the way. When we learned that a son was to be born I was forced to drop drawing and start nesting. A

I don't know if the following story is true but I've always been fascinated by it over the years. I've been told that when NASA was planning to send humans into space they saw the need to be able to write in zero-gravity. After spending plenty of time and money (millions of dollars according to the teller) they came up with a pen that could write even in zero-gravity.  Feeling very proud they launched their rocket and indeed were able to write in space. In the mean time the Russians were pondering over the same predicament and eventually sent up their astronauts into space. They too were able to takes notes, sketches, records of their findi

I think I drew myself into a stupor. I don't seem to have the determination to draw anymore, nothing seems worth drawing and I don't look forward to starting new drawings. When I look at dark values all I see is a tedious task just waiting to aggravate me. Hair, as usual is a huge pain and perfect shading is so far off it's beyond the horizon. What I am happy about is the people I've met here on DA and I hope you all have a great summer, unless your winter is starting now, in that case ski carefully!