kidapof

One of the many things I love about sleeping is that my dreams have a tendency to show rather elaborate and entertaining plots. Last night for example I dreamt of an ordinary man who was beat up and kidnapped by some kind of supernatural gangster and then saved by his wife who killed the bad guy with a kitchen knife. Awesome! The unusual thing about this dream was that it featured actual actors. The man who was kidnapped looked like Martin Freeman (he plays Dr. Watson in "Sherlock"), his wife was Mariska Hargitay (Olivia Benson in "Law and Order: New York - SVU") and the villain was Steve Valentine (Nigel in "Crossing Jordan"). Three differen

Drawing. A wonderful way to spend your time. A wonderful way to make other people see what is on your mind. One of the purest forms of expressing yourself. Thats what I was doing. I was sitting on my bed, listening to an audio play, trying to sketch one of the characters as I imagine him. I had drawn him before, at least three years ago. The picture was fairly good, it resembles the way I imagined him then and also the way I imagine him now. Easy to just do it again I thought, improve the technique, use better pencils. This is going to look wonderful. So I thought. I started drawing. When I stopped to look at the work in progress I almost did

I just dug out some of my old school doodles. Looking at them makes me wonder if I could do it better now, as all of them are at least two years old. But I guess, if I tried, I'd probably fail. That is not because I have not improved, I have. The reason is, that no art is more magnificent, than art born out of boredom in it's complete form (at least in my case). Yes, I am talking of school. It is a wonderful place to let creativity carry you away, for it is the one and only way to escape from slavery without the master(teacher) noticing.