So I Tell People That I'm Not an Art Major...

Dan's been helping me refine my technique. Not bad for a first independent attempt using new technique huh?It's been a while since I drew anything, but it feels great to be doing it again.

I feel like I need to fill up this white space right next to the picture. I don't really have anything witty to say, so maybe a couple of sentences of ramble like this is sufficient right?

[No transition] I don't know when I became a horrible pack rat. I keep everything, movie stubs, performance stubs, programs, whatever. As long as there is some kind of memory associated with it, I keep it. Maybe I don't make a conscious thought to keep whatever it is, but months later I'll find something like the "Fiddler on the Roof" ticket stub from three years ago, and then I can't throw it away. Why is that? This even carries over to pictures that I take on my camera. I can't stand to delete anything. I was deleting photos today, trying to make room for my California trip. It really took me 20 minutes to psyche myself up to delete things. Be ruthless. Just click on those pictures and hit DELETE. It's not that hard. But it was. I contemplated buying a new SD card for my camera just so I didn't have to do it.

I didn't though. The pack rat lost this time, and I rambled enough to make this post not look so lonely in white space.

1 comment:

Jami said...

Ivor? You drew this? Amazing. To think of the hidden talents that we have at the Writing Center. In the past few weeks we discovered that Dan, Nate, and Ivor are quite the actors. Now Ivor is an artist as well. I think it was a great plan to have you guys be roommates (highly entertaining for the onlookers, that's for sure).
By the way, I'm a hopeless pack rat of sentimental things as well. It was cutting an artery to throw things away in the move. Good news, though: I lived. I wouldn't suggest it until it's absolutely necessary, however. Not fun. Enjoy the ticket stubbs while you can.