Blackbook {Theraphy For the Soul}

     Over the years I've been drawing steadily, it has come to my attention that art is muscle memory. Practice practice practice. Like breathing. Draw until you no longer have to think about it, like the way your body knows to make your heart beat.
     I also observed my best doodles always found a home on my math tests and vocabulary papers. Why? Because the doodles I created on my school assignments were drawn in class when I wasn't pressured to do my best, I wasn't worried about messing up because it was just a doodle. I figured this mean of art was a good way to keep up with my muscle memory, as well as allow me to branch out and draw different things.
     So, I purchased a 24 pack of Sharpies and pulled an old dusty sketchbook off of my shelf and proceeded to draw whatever came to mind. I promised myself to not be a perfectionist about the lines that would soon find a home in this book, I promised myself these were just like the doodles on my homework assignments. I also made a point to start drawing things I normally wouldn't, pictures with more meaning. Thus, Blackbook #1 was born...

The Content 

Blackbook #1 (Just a cheep journal I got for free at some ski event) 

      Those are just a few of the doodles I've done, the book is almost filled up, almost time for Blackbook #2. Though just like any other drawing I do try to make each piece look nice, but if it's not perfect, it's alright. This book holds my thoughts and ideas, struggles and triumphs. It's a picture diary. From this I've learned to let go a bit, not focus so much on the outcome of the drawing but more on what art does for me. It's therapy for the soul.