Tired of the same ol' shit

I've kinda been not drawing or doodling lately. I feel bored with the simple, cartoon-ish, black-ink-on-white-paper figures that I've been focusing on in this blog. Maybe this is just a phase. Maybe I'll pick it back up tomorrow with more funny looking figures that have heads unproportional to their bodies, perhaps with some splattered ink for eyes or something mildly clever like that, and a thought bubble that has some nonsensical phrase in it. Probably not. I think I've killed it, at least for now.

I don't really know what's next. I'm not very good at drawing anything else. One idea that I've taken interest in lately is writing and illustrating children's books. It suprised me that I'm attracted this this genre of art, but it seems to fit. Shel Silverstein has had a big influence on me. This sounds kinda pathetic, but poetry that is intended for children resonates with me a lot more than Ginsberg or Dickinson or Whitman or other poetry like that. Not that I don't dig that stuff. I guess children's poetry just seems more accessable.

The only time that I ever really read poetry in an educational setting was as a kid, reading Silverstein and Hop on Pop and stuff like that. Looking back, I feel quite jipped by my Catholic schooling on the poetry front. I wasn't exposed to hardly anything. I remember being required to purchase a poetry anthology for a literature class in high school, but we never used it. It wasn't until I took an interest in poetry outside of school, starting with Saul Williams, that I actually started to get a clue about poetry. That was only a couple of years ago. I still feel like I don't quite get it though. When I write poetry, I prefer to have an image to go with a poem, just to give it some kind of context, so it's not so illusive and pointless. To me, poetry seems a lot more dependent on and intertwined with its context than other artforms.

I've also taken interest in crop circles, but I don't know how that relates to this blog.