Over the past week I spent my time hiking through the Lake District, climbing up mountains and getting completely and utterly lost. It was probably the first time in a month or so that I hadn’t picked up a pen and put it to paper. In fact, I specifically forced myself not to bring any pens or paper with me just so I could have a break and reconnect with nature.
I love adventure and everything that the outdoors has to offer, but because I’d been so hard on myself to draw everyday for the past couple months I had noticed that I’d become some sort of zombie. Instead of craving brains I was addicted to drawing. I couldn’t sleep unless I’d drawn something or picked up a pen that day. It was starting to become an obsession of mine to the point where it wasn’t doing me any good and I had started staying indoors for way too long. Just so y’know I’m the kind of person who has to be outside otherwise I go insane. There’s just something about being in the same enclosed space for such along time that stresses me out. But on the upside, my drawing technique and sketches improved quite a lot and I definitely learnt which inks work better than others.
It’s funny how one little thing can completely take control of our lives, and before you know it, you realise so much time has gone by that you’ve probably entered a new century…shit happens. Even though I had managed to complete a whole lot of work during that time, I wasn’t in a good place, simply because I had isolated myself for ages doing the same old thing, which is exactly why getting outdoors and doing all the things I used to do was exactly what I needed.
All I need is a little air.