The first time I visited Florence, Italy, I was 19. I was tempted to stay, parking myself on the Ponte Vecchio with other hippy-type artists. But, as you know, I like to eat. And I don't like to share a bathroom. And, even with the best diet I looked under-nourished, so starving young artist would have been extreme.
I worked as an illustrator at a few points in my early career. I could produce on-demand and per specifications. But I never enjoyed it.
My career evolved into graphic design and production, writing and editing, publications management, and a few other creative and non-creative businesses along the way. Since I haven't been creating every hour of every day (or even one day of every month) for years, I feel like I've lost my mojo. I would try to simply doodle but found myself trying too hard.
|A DOODLE FROM WAY BACK.|
|CARRARA, ITALY. ALONE IN MY ROOM.|
|ON A TRAIN TO FLORENCE, ITALY.|
MY FRIEND JOSEPHINE HAS THIS HANGING IN HER HOME IN SICILY.
(YOU CAN SEE HER REFLECTED IN THE GLASS AS SHE SNAPPED THE PHOTO.)
|SITTING AT HOME IN BOSTON WITH NOTHING TO DO.|
PASSING SOME TIME WHILE WAITING FOR A FRIEND.
|SAN JUAN, PUERTO RICO, KILLING TIME BY THE POOL.|
SAN GERALDO'S BUTT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD SUBJECT.
Then along came Javier (click here). I was honored to be asked to contribute something to his personal collection of artists' works. After lots of brainstorms, I decided to simply doodle. I completed my page this morning and I was, throughout the process, elated doing it. As has been common practice for most of Javier's contributors, I worked on my own paper and then pasted it onto my assigned page in the sketch book. I applied an excellent paper glue — invisible, smooth... and permanent.
|THE LATEST DOODLE. IT'S A START.|
Then I regretted it.
And that's the story of my life. Maybe in another 10 (or 40) years I'll look at my doodle and enjoy it. For now, at least I have something to give to Javier and I'm inspired to get back to creating on a daily basis.
Now, THIS is sweet inspiration...