Remember when you were a child: how you were able to completely lose yourself in whichever activity you were doing and forget about the time and forget about the rest of the world? Truth is: I don’t really remember clearly what it was like, but when I see my little nephew walking through the world and becoming totally absorbed by the things he does, just being completely there, I think: I wanna be able to do that, too!
And even though I say I don’t remember what this was like, I do have the vague notion that I once used to be capable of that. At least I was told that as a little girl I used to get very grumpy if somebody interrupted me when I was reading an exciting book. Nowadays it’s harder to find an activity that really captivates me. Whatever I do, even when reading, I always keep an eye on the time and in the back of my mind little reminders keep popping up: You still have to do this and that, you mustn’t forget…
Sketching, however, is something that sometimes – not always – manages to perform this little miracle. I forget about myself, when I’m concentrated on drawing my mind goes completely blank. And that’s great!
(Maybe this is because during drawing we use the non-verbal side of the brain as Betty Edwards says in her book Drawing on the right side of the brain.)
So here I am praising sketching, but actually I don’t do it that often. I keep wanting to do it on a regular basis, but then I usually come up with the old excuse: There’s no time, there are more important things that need to get done.
Today I did some sketching when I should have been cleaning up the apartment. (I’m proud of myself ;-))