Right, so that was a bit of a departure from what has been the norm for me in recent years.
I created a fully analog picture.
Nothing in there is digital.
Well, other than it being scanned.
The words were hammered into the paper using a real typewriter, an Olivetti Lettera 22.
That machine was manufactured in 1958 from what I could deduce, and it’s still in great condition.
Ok, so why?
Why go to all that trouble if you have tablets, and a dozen or so drawing apps?
I guess I needed to feel something authentic again.
I’m certainly not saying digital drawings are faux, or fake.
But I needed something rooted in a different kind of real- the real that uses ink, pen, and paper. The type that can make your hands dirty. And the typewriter provided the catalyst for all of that.
There are seasons to everything.
A season for only working in digital has perhaps come to a close.
But this is also symbolic of change- Personal change after two or more years with the pandemic looming over us.
More than two years of personal struggles, traumatic experiences, and a few victories, as well.
Nothing is ever just “bad.”
I’m going to attempt creating something analog each day, if only as a “keep alive,” to remind myself I’m still here.
We easily get consumed by what we HAVE to do- and then we forget why we need to do that which nourishes us.
What happens when pigs fly?
Here’s a little excerpt from Wikipedia:
“When pigs fly” is an adynaton, a way of saying that something will never happen. The phrase is often used for humorous effect, to scoff at over-ambition.
But what about the cow that took to flight?
Cows are ubiquitous, they are a part of everyday life.
So in a sense, this is me saying, forget about the pigs.
That saying has been used. I’m not going to repurpose it.
Forget about that which can supposedly not be done, and look out for the often inconsequential everyday things we can rephrase, or rethink.
In other words, add wings.
If we can’t create something completely new, we might as well allow old ideas to fly, once again.