This ditty I picked up from Powerbooks (along with my purchase of “The One Hundred” by Nina Garcia), has been so far influential in practicing my still-fragile (but healing) wrist.
This is far far better than the moleskines I’ve purchased since last year. I don’t know why, but I suddenly lost my appeal or taste of them. I think the whole blank page thing doesn’t work out for me.
However, in the Doodle Diary, the gridded pages and some random shapes thrown here and there, made me comfortable in starting my illustrations however and wherever I see fit. I am slowly rediscovering patterns, making new attempts in expanding my style and changing the weights of my line works, even trying to conduct a sense of CONTROL in my sketches than the random ones I usually do. I hope to fill up the pages with something that would really be the “Pièce de résistance” of my overall skill/talent/brainfartness/whachamakallit.
I am far from discovering something REALLY NEW. But it is a work in progress. Just as my mind is in dire need of a Creative Refresh. The move to the new condo has done some wonders, but I think if I explore a new city with a cooler climate (Baguio maybe?) or a new city with a Language Barrier (Singapore?) or just hop on a bus or taxi and get lost in my own urban jungle, between thrift stores and art Galleries (Cubao X or The Collective), I could get the refresh I need.
Overall, I myself, is a work in progress.
As they always say, back to the drawing board.