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Jun. 3rd, 2012 08:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demakatI remember on the DJs talking about reading book and feeling what the characters feel so much that is alters them for a while. This feels like what happens to me when I read any fiction.
Rice Boy
I have the bought the Rice Boy book three times now. Once for me, that I nearly didn't get back and once more where I got a soft and hard cover. The hard cover went to the person who almost kept my original copy. The soft cover went to someone I hope will gently mellow with life and not make too rash of choices. I also hope that he learns to pay attention to people.
I just finished reading through what is available of Vattu, and when I was done I realized it had gotten darker around me. It made for a pleasant mood to figure out what I'd seen and read.
It also makes me kind of sad. I want to make things that people like, and that make them feel something. But I haven't found out what that is yet. Though I guess figuring out that I want to make things like this is a step toward it.
I don't remember why I use to draw. I know I stopped because I was depressed and nothing seemed important ever. I've started again, I've got a different job that isn't stressful for me and now I do want to know why. I don't want to make art without feeling anymore, or if I'm not having fun.
Most of the day I heard a Red Bellied Woodpecker in the trees around the house. A very distinctive trill, nothing like the chirps of a lot of the other birds. Scared the crap out of me because I have all the windows open and it sounded like it was in my room. I can hear it raining even though the weather didn't call for it. Looking out the window I saw a young rabbit crossing the drive way, it seems like they were just so little recently. I'm pretty sure there are a lot of them living in the front flower bed, all the plants are perennials, giant and good for hiding.
I like it when its hot out, but air conditioning really disconnects me from whats going on outside, and I use to love that so much.
Found a cat drawing in one of my sketch books. The eye is in the wrong place but I like the markings so I might scan it in. Or I might knit and watch something.
Rice Boy
I have the bought the Rice Boy book three times now. Once for me, that I nearly didn't get back and once more where I got a soft and hard cover. The hard cover went to the person who almost kept my original copy. The soft cover went to someone I hope will gently mellow with life and not make too rash of choices. I also hope that he learns to pay attention to people.
I just finished reading through what is available of Vattu, and when I was done I realized it had gotten darker around me. It made for a pleasant mood to figure out what I'd seen and read.
It also makes me kind of sad. I want to make things that people like, and that make them feel something. But I haven't found out what that is yet. Though I guess figuring out that I want to make things like this is a step toward it.
I don't remember why I use to draw. I know I stopped because I was depressed and nothing seemed important ever. I've started again, I've got a different job that isn't stressful for me and now I do want to know why. I don't want to make art without feeling anymore, or if I'm not having fun.
Most of the day I heard a Red Bellied Woodpecker in the trees around the house. A very distinctive trill, nothing like the chirps of a lot of the other birds. Scared the crap out of me because I have all the windows open and it sounded like it was in my room. I can hear it raining even though the weather didn't call for it. Looking out the window I saw a young rabbit crossing the drive way, it seems like they were just so little recently. I'm pretty sure there are a lot of them living in the front flower bed, all the plants are perennials, giant and good for hiding.
I like it when its hot out, but air conditioning really disconnects me from whats going on outside, and I use to love that so much.
Found a cat drawing in one of my sketch books. The eye is in the wrong place but I like the markings so I might scan it in. Or I might knit and watch something.
