Ok, as is not unusual for me, I’m dealing with an on and off depression. Definitely prefer the times when the depression is off, but that doesn’t prevent me from doing things when the depression is on.
As in artwork. I used to swear not too do it, but this time, I was halfway through this when depression hit. So, what’s a girl to do? I just kept plugging away.
Remember this man? The guy I just couldn’t get over?
I figured I would wait until I had a winter background for him. I didn’t want to do a New York City scene of him.
So, I started to do a drawing of him, in a glorious suburban wintertime, and then my serotonin and dopamine mad a major crash. Whappo, bango, I was depressed.
But I plugged on along anyway, and this is what I came out with:
So, what’s going on? I thought it was a little bizarre as I drew it, but was so stubborn, that I kept on. But you know something, there was also something very right about it.
In any city, be it Manhattan or Danbury, you only pay attention to the big pertinent things as you go to get someplace. Sign, lights, things in the way, things that you might trip on. The drawing has a truth to it that I didn’t expect.