I'll walk from here

It's been a handful of weeks since I was laid off, and I'm slowly beginning to figure out what I want to do next. This has been slightly hindered by the fact that I'm having to confront my own biases and bluffs. Perspective is amazing in both drawing and life. You can feel one way about a situation and feel confident that you would react a certain way and then when confronted by that situation have to accept you'd rather be drinking margaritas in the sun.

So, as I work through and untangle honestly my desires for Plan B from my need to impress or to achieve a goal, whose posts I'll continue to move, here are some tortured attempts at perspective.

While in San Antonio, I stayed at this cute B&B that had a fabulous balcony, which was inconveniently only accessible via a very large window. Not a door. A window. But contorting myself to fit through the window was worth it. We overlooked gorgeous Live Oaks bending and twisting into living canopies, and enjoyed the lights that had been woven into every branch, frond or green living thing in the garden behind.

Here are a couple of sketches. One of our neighbor's balcony; the other is of a Live Oak stretching and curling into various shapes.

Since I was laid off from work a few weeks ago, I’ve been thinking about (other than getting a job) introducing more creativity into my life. Although, I must admit the first two weeks were spent recovering from bronchitis so it’s only been this past week that I am intentionally dedicating time during my day to writing and drawing.

I spent last week in College Station and San Antonio visiting friends and family. I came to the conclusion there is virtually nothing to do in Bryant/College Station and almost too much to do in San Antonio. Now, there may be an inherent bias there as I attended UT but I didn’t get the sense there was much about.

Except the sky. The sunset, at least on one of the nights I was there, was spectacular. Of course, the locals were unimpressed and declared that “it wasn’t as impressive as normal”. However, I was inspired and went out into the backyard both to enjoy the colors, the cool air and grab a picture (of an unimpressive sunset).

I walked across the field eyes aloft yet managing to avoiding the fire ant hills (those buggers are mean). It was only after getting back to the house did I realize there were probably snakes out there, as well.

Creativity Week 2: My perspectives askew

Reclaiming my creativity—Week 1