A Mind in Motion

     As many of you know, I started the year off with a fresh notebook I intended to fill up with drawings on a daily basis until it was full. It's a simple sketch pad with 70 pages in it and I thought I could easily do a doodle a day as I am often sketching one thing or another. And it was simple, for the first few days, perhaps even into the first few weeks. Then I felt something I had not experience before--a dry well.      It wasn't that my imagination was empty, in fact it daily over flows with ideas and visuals, but my drive, my energy to give them an outlet, started running low. There were many days I only had an hour to get a sketch in and, with so much going on in my life as it was, I felt like I was just dropping little random lines with very little emotion behind them just to say I had done it. Pride is an awful creature that can push you forward when your feet can barely hold you.      It got to the point I had to evaluate wha...

     I had another sticky note moment last night. This time, after getting home from work and finding my apartment reeking of decay because I forgot to take the trash out before leaving for work, this little bit came tumbling out of mind.      How heart wrenching would it be to ache with need for so many things around you, to be beautiful to the eye and have such an open and pure soul but only be able to touch with the stench of death?      What kind of life would this person lead? Is it a curse cast upon them? Or the consequences of choices previously made? Can it be undone? Or are they eternally doomed to a life of solitude?

     One of the handiest tools I have ever owned have been sticky notes. They are small, convenient and always ready for me to jot something down. Sometimes it's something I wish to draw, or something dealing with whatever I'm currently writing. Other times it is a creative note, an expression of a moment that has capture my mind that I'm afraid of forgetting. Often times though, they are storytellers, mementos of myself as I absorb the world around me.      So I have decided to share them with you because I'm assuming I'm not alone in this and who knows, perhaps we will all find a way to inspire one another across mediums. This is today's sticky note as I heard the beckoning call of the ice cream truck's siren...