Morning Wonders

Sometimes in life, you'd never see the answers you've always wanted to know, never realized things that you've always often wondered about in a thought or a dream, even when its splotched all over in front of your eyes. Well in my case it would be most of the time in my life. Its like, have you ever wondered how you've become the person you are right now?

I've always been an artsy person, I shall confidently say and there is no denying it. What were the signs? What made me realize? This morning for instance, well, right after I woke up and still lying in bed, to a very chilly comfortable morning, I starting wondering about all sorts again, as usual. This time I had thoughts about, of all things, how hard would it be to draw a short flip cartoon of Homer Simpson Throwing A Duff Beer Can. I wondered how his arm would work, how far back and at what proper angle it should be and right after that all the way up to Homer's eyes and hair to his plain white shirt and then going downwards to his pants and right back up again, to what sort of shoes would Homer wear. This dear readers, was completely random; hadn't watched a Simpsons episode the day before, didn't see head nor tail butt of Homer anytime at all. Its been ages since the last Simpsons episode I got to watch.

Then, it hit me.. I was meant for the arts all along in my life. The scribbles in my school history books, the assortment of twirled, chopped, shaped, mustache-ed and re-bearded men of history, even some get the "Eye Patch Treatment" or a more decent pair of spectacles at the least (not most mind you) and other more typical art pieces one would normally find in a person's school books. It goes up all the way to the exam papers. Whats a guy gotta do to spend the remainder of the exam period from boredom just sitting on a butt-sore-inducing wooden chair?

Bring into existence scribbles of beaches and the deep blue sea, an abundance of coconut trees growing fruitfully with the sun shining and three-lined birds fly above curvy blue clouds in the blank white empty portion of the Question Sheets. If I feel extra confident about my exam I'd cram in shadows of tall, snowy mountains with even more rarer than a blue moon if the phenomenon were to have existed at all; a lone Mountain Climber heading to the summit eager to put his/her flag on that very top, only to realize that silly ol' Mountain Climber left it far below at the foot of the mountain. Yes, I literally draw rock formations that look like toes to a foot at the base of those mini Mount Everest things.

Well hmm, yeah sure there were those other times where it seemed as if I shouldn't ever pick up a paintbrush ever at all in my life. A long time ago during my early attempts at taking up Art classes, I'll usually start off just fine, wide awake, then bit by bit, I would slowly drift deeper and deeper into my colorful mix of pastels and pencil sketches, way deeper into the heavenly white tiniest of the smallest-est recognizable molecules of paper fiber... I doze off. Sitting.

Its not my fault there's always a ceiling fan turned on at max speed every time I attend Art Class, is it? Such comfort to have me slip into a short-lived afternoon nap.

Sadly a genius of an artist would not be my fate. *Sigh* so many obstructions, demotivators throughout school life. Most of you would recognize the..

"Don't scribble nonsense in your books"
"What are you wasting your time on that for"
"Don't you have anything more important to do"

..lectures the moment you see your parents or teachers open their mouths to speak even a soundless breath before words bombard your ears with painful criticism and comments a.k.a. Nagging is caused by everyday work stress and the "I did it my way I turned out fine, why aren't you doing it like I used to do in school" thinking they tend to have. Ahh~ school life..

Back to the present, seems to me my interests never really died out after all. Visual art skills for me is very much dependent mainly on how much i ever would bother to practice. What I'm saying is.. my drawing skills may extend to a level above Stick Men at the very least. The same goes for my capabilities in music. Gosh if only I got to focus more on music when I started Keyboard class. Heck the teacher must have been super stressed up because she was always strict in class. I thought music was supposed to be fun and enjoyable. Especially for kids at my age when I was about 3 to 5. LOL.

To sum it all up, yeah my drawing is still shitty. Thank goodness for me meddling much with the old Windows 3.1 computer when it was still around I'm quite handy with the pc now, trying out recording the guitar with a cheap headset microphone, composing some really weird music and posting it on a Youtube channel. Finally freedom! ..partially. I still feel that I'm being so restricted by the limited amount of knowledge that I have, to express my thoughts on a piece of paper with some lead, ink or paint and all my wonderful bizarre ideas that I want to share with everyone on a music score or sheet and through some really good quality headphones.

Oh well thats the life of me for now. PEACE!