The Art of Isolation
This weekend is the MN SCBWI Conference! I'm very excited to go and socialize with my "art" friends. Being an artist a very lonely job and writing is even more isolating.
To counteract my isolation, I often "think" out loud or "talk" to my pets. My dog Mikko and I have had some excellent conversations! My verbal interpretation of dog body language is probably less than scientific, but I tend to live in a make believe world, where animals speak, frogs ride bicycles and cows are criminals.
I am sure my husband is planning my eventual breakdown, where I lose total sight of reality and actually start living in the worlds I create. I think he has been saving up money, kind of like a college fund. What he doesn't know is, sometimes, I worry about his sense of reality.
This is an actual conversation we had the other night:
Me: "How do you like my drawing"
Him: "Your plane isn't drawn accurately"
Me: "I didn't like the way it looked, so I took parts off"
Him: "How is it going to fly with part of the tail missing"
Me: "That's what concerns you about this illustration?"
I'll admit, I have lost track of the time looking at the clouds and I actually do talk to myself. Trying to keep it "normal" in public places is really challenging the older I get. Last week, I was in the store, when I noticed a woman looking at me, slightly frightened. I had been talking to myself again. To make myself appear normal, I pretended I was actually speaking/singing a song, so I added a melody to my "conversation"....like that was less embarrassing/weird?
Just remember, as I sink deeper into my own hand drawn world, my goal is to pull you in with me.....Wwwwwwhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha.
To counteract my isolation, I often "think" out loud or "talk" to my pets. My dog Mikko and I have had some excellent conversations! My verbal interpretation of dog body language is probably less than scientific, but I tend to live in a make believe world, where animals speak, frogs ride bicycles and cows are criminals.
I am sure my husband is planning my eventual breakdown, where I lose total sight of reality and actually start living in the worlds I create. I think he has been saving up money, kind of like a college fund. What he doesn't know is, sometimes, I worry about his sense of reality.
This is an actual conversation we had the other night:
Me: "How do you like my drawing"
Him: "Your plane isn't drawn accurately"
Me: "I didn't like the way it looked, so I took parts off"
Him: "How is it going to fly with part of the tail missing"
Me: "That's what concerns you about this illustration?"
I'll admit, I have lost track of the time looking at the clouds and I actually do talk to myself. Trying to keep it "normal" in public places is really challenging the older I get. Last week, I was in the store, when I noticed a woman looking at me, slightly frightened. I had been talking to myself again. To make myself appear normal, I pretended I was actually speaking/singing a song, so I added a melody to my "conversation"....like that was less embarrassing/weird?
Just remember, as I sink deeper into my own hand drawn world, my goal is to pull you in with me.....Wwwwwwhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha.
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