
When I was a kid, I looked up at the sky patiently waiting the snow 'cause it was something almost magic -and highly unusual, given the places where I was grown-. I'm too distracted as of late with 'important' things to even realize about the weather out there -except if it means it's going to be a nuisance to me-. Which sucks greatly.
That's possibly one of the reasons why I doodle so many kids, in my pics, to remember I wasn't always like I am now. Or something.
That's possibly one of the reasons why I doodle so many kids, in my pics, to remember I wasn't always like I am now. Or something.
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...But, yeah -- I understand where you're coming from, re: your artwork. I keep trying to find that person I was while I was growing up outside a little rural town in Minnesota. It would snow every winter -- usually quite a lot. I especially liked those cold afternoons, the air so sharp that it almost hurt to breathe, the sky barely lit by the slanting winter sun. There are times when I really miss those days.
And while I'm reading this, it's finally snowing in the Seattle area. Snowis a rare event here, which happens perhaps once every 2-3 times a year in which it melts by the next day. This time though... it is cold enough that we are expecting chances of snow through next weekend.
Yaaaaay!
Oh, and otterbutts are gon' get cold in the snow! Let me warm her up a bit with my paws.
Yaaaaay!
Oh, and otterbutts are gon' get cold in the snow! Let me warm her up a bit with my paws.
I remember as a kid (and even teenager) hoping for snow days so we'd get a day of off school.
Nowadays I don't like snow at all. I see it as much more a pain in the butt. And I don't like the cold at all. Often when winter rolls around again, I find that I think "oh man, didn't we just get done with this stuff?"
But yeah, I can understand your motivation for wanting to draw kids. Yeah, we do tend to view the past through rose tinted glasses (or perhaps the other way around as being far worse then it actually was) but still.
Yet, there are times where I think about the days where one could (for example) sing the same Christmas songs over and over and not grow tired of them, watch the same movies (especially Disney ones) to the point of being able to quote them line for line and not get tried of them, play the same games (video, board or otherwise) and to enjoy them as much on the 200th play as 1st play, where boys and girls can play together (to an extent) without awkwardness, where adults and "big kids" seem larger then life in terms of everything, where school is more about being with friends and where real worry over grades and study is for 'big kids' and where we just have fun and enjoy life without worry so much about the future and what others think.
Well, I don't want to ramble on and on.
Nowadays I don't like snow at all. I see it as much more a pain in the butt. And I don't like the cold at all. Often when winter rolls around again, I find that I think "oh man, didn't we just get done with this stuff?"
But yeah, I can understand your motivation for wanting to draw kids. Yeah, we do tend to view the past through rose tinted glasses (or perhaps the other way around as being far worse then it actually was) but still.
Yet, there are times where I think about the days where one could (for example) sing the same Christmas songs over and over and not grow tired of them, watch the same movies (especially Disney ones) to the point of being able to quote them line for line and not get tried of them, play the same games (video, board or otherwise) and to enjoy them as much on the 200th play as 1st play, where boys and girls can play together (to an extent) without awkwardness, where adults and "big kids" seem larger then life in terms of everything, where school is more about being with friends and where real worry over grades and study is for 'big kids' and where we just have fun and enjoy life without worry so much about the future and what others think.
Well, I don't want to ramble on and on.
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