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I was an illustrator for 30 years and started on a drawing board with pens and ink and sketchbooks … within 3 years I was peering into Xerox publishing screens …. when I left it was manipulation of CAD data…… I miss analogue, I miss craft and endeavour and persistence and iteration. I miss the heart and the personality. I miss the thought and time it took. I guess that makes me an old fuck!
I think the things you mention will still be valued but not as commonly as they used to be. I used to lose myself in drawing. It was almost done "out" of time. I never had the time to learn computer graphics.
@OldSaltySeaman Of the three of us I was the least talented at drawing so architectural drafting was perfect for me. My work had to be methodical and precise to make up for my lack of creativity. I was always in awe of my two friends' natural talents. They whipped out whimsical drawings with no effort at all. But I still loved the act of drawing and the refuge it was.
That wasn’t a tear, it’s hay fever, I swear!
What a beautiful story, thanks for sharing it.
Thank you dear. It's a memory I cherish.
@hippiechick1967 - This explains the boots.
@hippiechick1967 It's exactly that.
My best friend and I did very similar when I moved away in high school. We wrote stories and drew pictures and made cassette tapes chronicling our experiences. We have grown apart in the last 10 years or so…. I do miss those youthful, old days.
I think if ignorance really is bliss we were some blissful motherfuckers in that time.
A poignant reminiscence. I have fond memories of the kids who were in high school art classes with me.
I was mulling over that boots drawing the other day and the memories came flooding back. We had so much fun entertaining each other back then. It was poignant.
Such a touching story. Thanks for sharing 🤗
It's the time of year-and the time of life- for reflection.
Such a touching story. Thanks for sharing 🤗
You're welcome. Thanks for reading it.
Love and hugs!!!
Hugs and love right back at you Pony.
I fully understand what you must have felt moving to a place that I gather was much worse than your previous home; my knowledge of U.S. geography isn't bad, I think, but I have no idea about the quality of life in different states. Being a year older than when your family moved, I experienced something similar: I went from living in the midst of nature in the tropics, in the Venezuelan Guayana, to residing in the center of a gray, rainy, cold, and dirty industrial city in northern Spain, where factories were practically in the city center. Separating from my four soulmate friends and moving to that horrible place full of serious and very Catholic people was a shock. Fortunately, that city has completely changed over time, but back then, it was a dreadful place.
Regarding drawing, I've never been good at it, but I've always admired those who can take the reality they see, understand it, and put it on paper using only a pencil and paper... and their hand and their brain. I also admire those who can draw without copying from reality, drawing what they see in their mind, as if creating a moment from a previously nonexistent world.
A lot of it was attitude. We grew up slamming Indiana. But I've actually lived there twice, that year in Marion and two years in South Bend with my wife. I liked it better than I thought I would. But...it still can be a redneck shithole.
Pat, Jim and I would have been friends no matter what but drawing , well, drew us closer. I'll never forget them.
Hugs to you, Kzoo! This was a heartfelt post. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you dear.
Interesting symbols that have walked alongside you all these years.
Your friends have been with you for a lot of memorable miles. 👍
In truth it was all too fleeting. But at the time we'd been the best of friends all our lives, however short that was in reality. It seemed forever to the three of us. A simple sketch of resting boots bound us over the years, and in each others' absence.
I never survived a mechanical drawing class after having worked for Mr. McC. It all seemed too simple after having made actual working drawings.
And a happy new year to you, lonly.
@kzoopair
@lonlyforlove2 I figured I'd love computer assisted art but I never had the time to devote to learning it, and the learning curve was just too steep for me at over forty years old. But I'd always enjoyed drawing freehand on even a cardboard box when the inspiration struck. My friend Jim even drew and painted on his bedroom walls. I loved his parents for allowing that.