Many people I know write about the last year, what they’ve done, what they haven’t, what they are proud of, what they are not. They make promises, resolutions for the next 365-day turn of their lives. And I totally don’t feel like doing it this year, somehow, it’s not a cliff edge like it was about 53-4 weeks ago. I am still going.
The last half an hour I was looking though the entries of my diary, my joys and sorrows of the 2015. I read my resolutions from the last year and realised I’ve almost done what I promised myself. But last year I was very sure of what I wanted to erase from my life and what I was going to look for, try out. This year it is not as crystal clear, I don’t have those Plans. I just don’t want to stop drawing, see new things, breathe fresh air, spend time with some people. I would like to be more structured and maybe straightforward, I’d like to be better at making decisions, be stronger. The usual stuff, you know. But this year the usual stuff doesn’t feel so ordinary, it feels more important. So I think I am very ambitious and all I want is to become better next year, for the selfish me and for the people I care about.
I think the most important personal thing that happened to me during the last year is that I overcame my laziness and started drawing and painting at least once a week. What makes me feel really good is that I see I’m slowly getting better. And now, after reading a book (or maybe more honest would be: after looking at the pictures in a book) by one talented Russian illustrator I realised, I don’t need to wait for inspiration, I should just sit down and draw what’s around me, what happened to me, or something interesting from the place I just visited. It makes life easier and sort of more productive. No extraordinary masterpieces are to be created, you are just learning by doing.
So I started keeping a sketchbook diary about something interesting or a bit special that happens to me or I just get to see. Two days ago we went to Lübeck all together and I met this charming chubby dragon. It was guarding the entrance to the local puppet theater. I thought the character was very ably made, so I thought it deserves to have a place in my drawn diary.
Well, princesses.. Have you met any recently?