Dailies 12/06/13

Dailies 12/06/13

Daily Doodle: Exhale

Song of the Day: The Hole by The Soul of John Black


Musical Pipe Dream: I’m chillin in a quiet corner of a small venue, enjoying the music and remembering when I decided to change my life.

Blurb 1/365: Today I felt like remembering back on the first day I started dailies. I made a commitment to at least draw one thing everyday for a year. Every other day before this, I’d wish that I would do something creative but end up sleeping or loafing instead, blame the fact that I worked too many long hours and didn’t have time, be angry that nobody wanted to pay me money for my good ideas.

The truth is that even if I had people to listen to my good ideas, all the time in the world, less stress, nobody would see what I wanted to share if I didn’t do something about it.

My first drawing shows that I have my certain style and quirky ideas, but I didn’t have any practice at all. Drawings took me 2 hours and the end product looked labored. I love those first drawings but I also love how much quicker I’ve gotten and also not obsessing over every line and its width and the exact girth of a chubby circle. The first big step was posting something that I wasn’t 100% proud of. If I waited for that, I probably still wouldn’t have posted anything.

I love music and picking songs of the day and imagining being part of them has opened my mind to touch instruments and just play around with sounds. I could invest in lessons, but I really don’t have the money or the time to commit to practicing. I realize now that doesn’t mean I can’t make music. Though I won’t profess to be a professional by any means, ha.

My first Daily Doodle & Blurb: Me at Chipotle.

My first Song of the Day & Musical Pipe Dream: The Hole by The Soul of John Black with me imagining I’m singing backup and playing the drums.

That song is really awesome and I can’t recall how I came upon it. Maybe a recommendation from a friend, or maybe I was looking up all of the intro songs from The Wire. I dunno, but I think it has significance.

I spent time in a dark place of my own and I think I needed to be there and avoid doing anything creative possibly for me to realize how good it feels to now share what’s inside of my head. Sometimes I go back to dark places, that’s my business and I don’t think it’s all that unhealthy. We can’t be in sunshine all the time. The good thing is that instead of choosing to be happy, I just am. And when things get tough, I can actually make the choice not to be angry.

It may be mellow dramatic to feel like this, but I think doing dailies has changed my life. I’m being myself more and more everyday.

On my journey to mid-March 2014, there’s a detour down Memory Lane:


Dailies 07/07/13

Dailies 07/07/13

Daily Doodle: Reading by Fragile Light

Song of the Day: Johnny Angel by Shelley Fabares


Musical Pipe Dream: I’m singing backup with two others. We are swaying in unison to the music with choreographed dance steps. We are wearing white bows in our hair and long white gloves that go to our elbows.

Blurb 1/365: Get in that right frame of mind and hang it up on the wall.

Dailies 05/06/13

Dailies 05/06/13

Daily Doodle: Up Close and Personal

Song of the Day: You Send Me by Sam Cooke


Musical Pipe Dream: I’m sitting in front of glass jars of various sizes filled with different volumes of water. I’m armed with a pair of drumsticks and keeping a sweet toned beat. My singing blends with the vibrations of the water and glass.

Blurb 1/365: Setting a schedule with deadlines is the only way anything will happen. Here I go.


Dailies 05/03/13

Dailies 05/03/13

Daily Doodle: Me circa 1996

Song of the Day: Woo Hah!! Got You All in Check by Busta Rhymes


Musical Pipe Dream: I’m wearing puffy clothes on an almost empty BART train. I’ve got my headphones on and I’m staring into the distance. A kid is using the windows in the car doors as mirrors to practice his tutting skills. The car sways to and fro. Instead of a Musical Pipe Dream I could call this a Musical Memory because it happened. It’s the little things that shine in my memory.

Blurb 1/365: I just realized that I am, and always have been, a hard ass bitch.