I spent so much time painting in college.
But avoided drawing as much as possible.
I’d do an occasional doodle while sitting through a boring lecture.
I remember buying this drawing pad from Michael’s, with my mom.
She wanted to get together sometime and paint so we went to buy paint supplies for her.
And for some reason, I bought this drawing pad. I think it was because I liked the way the paper felt and that the cover was solid black. A tactile decision.
But that was a long time before I actually drew anything in it.
Almost a year before.
And since then it sat in my lonely house waiting for me to separate from my husband, spiral out of control emotionally and start dating a man who was both a menace and a gift.
I drew this on December 4th.
My life a total mess.
On that day I promised myself I’d draw something, anything.
Good, bad or, in this case, ugly.
I didn’t hate it, I didn’t love it.
But I drew something and then went back to sleep.
