For me, drawing is like entering another world, and leaving the old one behind. I get to relax, focus and deal with whatever comes to mind. Working into it, developing images, using my skills in a skillful manner, to crank out what can only best be described as a bunch of bullshit. It’s really enjoyable being in a place like that. Insulated from the outside world, but still being present in it.
Maybe it’s a bit like meditation. Not this New Age, Guided Imagery, Astral Projection happy horseshit, where only pleasant thoughts are generated whilst in La-la Land [I’ve been there before, the people are really friendly]. But the kind where you focus on the breath, watching and being present with the in-breath, and then the out-breath. Simple huh? Only problem is you can get distracted and witness whole worlds giving birth, living, and then dying; all between breaths. That’s where I tend to get off subject when I sit in meditation. Maybe because the content of all that thinking is really interesting and pretty juicy at times.
Thank god we don’t just inhale all the time, but exhale too. Gives me a chance to wake-up, and with it the realization that Wow, that was a good one. Wonder what’s gonna happen next.