So I Was Just Thinking

A while back, I posted about moleskine books and how jealous I was of these creative people. I was so impressed by the things people think of. Then one day I decided to buy a small book. It sat in its wrapping for awhile. Then I drew a simple nothing. Then it sat on a shelf calling me. Over Christmas break, I pulled it out and started drawing whatever came to mind. The book stayed hidden on a shelf for no one to see. Today I decided that this was silly and that the only difference between those other people and me was they put their stuff on the internet. (Actually, I am still impressed with the nose guy.) Recently I have begun posting my projects as part of my journey toward living a creative life. So here are some of the pages from my moleskine book: I love these kids, but I am laughing now that I see the girl's legs aren't underneath her. Same kiddos at Christmas. I think her legs are under her body this time. This was a font my dad used to draw all the time for certificate...

I ran into something called moleskine notebooks. Take a look at a couple I found on YouTube then read on. (If you work in a place that blocks YouTube like my district does, you will have to wait until you are home to view it, but believe me it is good.) Who thinks of these? I used think I was pretty creative, but I certainly couldn't fill an entire book with artwork all based on a central theme like these artists have. Somehow I ended up clicking link after link that led to more moleskine books. I then began to feel a little jealous not because these people could draw or paint better than I (although most could) but because they were focused enough to fill an entire book with their artwork. I am so NOT that person. I start things that I never finish. I am sure my garage (closet, attic, office) is full of projects that I began but never found the time to complete. Case in point: My #1 turned 11 years old this week. Somewhere in a drawer is a quilt that I started when I was pregnant...