Being part of a routine seems really boring to me. And yet, I need routine. I tried out that idea to live free and with the wind and all that, and it worked for a while. Eventually, I lost interest in that kind of style. I drifted back toward routine, to my great surprise.
Part of me associates routine with boredom and freedom with excitement. The truth is that routine can bring its own freedom, though. Like with a meditation practice or a job. Meditation can prepare the brain to contain life rather than think about it. A job may teach the brain how to exist in a society.
I drew the house to the left. It's my house and I stand in front of it. At first glance, the figure looks male. I drew the shoulders first and then tried to use a narrower marker to round out the edges (give myself breasts and a curved groin area). If you look closely, you can see that I drew hair around the figure's head. The whole scene seems like it's under the ocean with a vibrant splash of fire to the house's left and a soothing yellow across the horizon.
May we rest in our bodies, our artful homes of delight, sorrow, and every emotion betwixt. May the seas of a gentle being envelop our spirits and comfort our pain. May we nourish those who infuriate us by allowing ourselves healthy boundaries and the search for its definition.
Well hello there.