What do you like to do in your free time? It’s been awhile since I thought about it, but I have decided to trying my doodling again. I can’t really call it art, because I really have no talent, but it sure relaxes me.
When I got my new keyboard, I got new watercolor paints. And three pads of watercolor postcards. I’m very excited to get started on some of those, but I’m finding that I want to work in charcoal.
Last year, i had a box of wood matches, and I somehow discovered that the lit matches were awesome to play with on paper. That’s what I want to do again, but I feel kind of guilty wanting to buy a box of matches just to draw with them. I could try using actual charcoal, but … it’s not the same. I think it’s the wood that makes the texture and shades that I like. I figure if I do that on the postcards, I can use hairspray to kind of … stabilize it?
I mean, I’m using it in a controlled area, I’m just lighting it to let it burn to draw. That’s not bad is it? I have only talked with one other person about it, and she thought it was interesting. She’s a painter, and a drawer. She seems to have talent, and enjoys it, so she’s really fun to talk to about this stuff. She’s given me some ideas on how to work on my watercolors.
I’ll try those and check out some Bob Ross. I know he’ll help with the happy little trees.
Speaking of Bob Ross….
There was a video a few months ago that got under my skin. And please know that when I say who was in it, the part that is bothering me about the whole thing, is where the Bob Ross of it all came from.
It was a video of Ivan Moody and Zoltan Bathory, and I do believe, Ivan won Bob in a playing a game or something. Z had no clue who Bob was. And it was a rather humorous video, that … made me feel guilty.
Yes, I’m one of those people who feels guilty over way too much in the world. The reason I felt bad about this one…? Bob Ross as a freakin game prize. Who in the hell did that? You know it wasn’t Bob himself!
Ouch. It just hurt when I think about that big haired hippy happy artist, who taught the world about happy trees in the first place. He’d never want to be a freakin doll.
It actually got me thinking about the American Capitalists in life. There sure are a few of them, aren’t there? Makes me realize even more, I’d be happier living in rural America where it still mattered to support your local community, the people around you.
On that note, before I go down a sad road of where I think the world is going, I’m changing the subject.
What hobbies do you have? Something tells me, I’m going to stop off and get some matches before the end of the day. I’m hoping to work on something like this. It’s going to take practice.
That’s kind of dark I guess, but this is the World’s Largest Load of Logs, hauled by a team of horses. 1898. Ewen Michigan, my home town. I’ve always loved this picture.