Like a child gazing into a mirror for the first few times, I am fascinated with the idealized images of myself I put down on paper. I know why I do it. It's a textbook case of self-exploration and a need to boost my self-esteem. It's also my way of sorting through all the powerful emotions...
Creative types are moody. No-one will contest that.
It is easier for me to draw myself as the helmeted and goggled warrior that I wish to be, but images revealing the softer side are harder for me and usually turn out looking awful. This one turned out alright - I was revelling in good company and a few too many drinks, and managed to put down on paper the way I felt. The original is done with gold ink from a friend's brushpen, so it shines in the light....
Other times I like to explore the lives I would love to live. I'm sure writers do it too :) Below is today's drawing of a flapper smoking the Devil's weed - a fine portrayal of another inner self.
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