The Mary Oliver poem from the previous day’s drawing led to this one, specifically, the line ‘you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves’.
If someone had asked me straight up, ‘what do you love?’, I probably would not have said ‘cute animals’. Drawing seems to call forth responses from different parts of the mind, or the self. Not only that, it makes us hear a question differently.
What would happen if a Q & A were conducted entirely via drawing? How bout a parliamentary session?
The other day I was talking with Zedeck about how the game Charades was an excuse for people who would otherwise never dream of drawing, to actually do it. We started to think about inventing other games that would sneakily compel people to draw.
This video compels me to draw. Sometimes I search it out on the internet, as if replaying a song I want to hear again. Bat and Hat by Becky James:
Antid Oto – italian for antidote – was one of Leon Trotsky‘s earliest pen names. I also love the Malay word for it: penawar. A few months ago, I started taking regular walks and making drawings afterwards as a way to deal with worry, procrastination, hopelessness, writer’s block, internet rage, and digital distraction. I’ll post a series of them here, one every other day, for as long as I keep making them.