Over the past few years I've been drawing mostly on digital support (straight into the computer, because we are in the future). I gradually reduced the amount of drawings I would do in my usual paper sketchbooks. Yay for the trees. I used to say with pride that I loved killing trees because of the amount of drawings I would do. Now it's different.
The problem with computers? Awkward. Clunky. Sit in one place. Internet distraction. And now with the portable Cintiq Companion it's, well, still clunky and has this limited battery and awkward menus to go through because of the lack of a keyboard. The result = less drawing in my free time. My day job occupies my daily drawing output. Occasionally I will draw in my paper sketchbooks, but I'll fill maybe 1 a year instead of 3 or 4. Since recently when traveling between work and home I draw in a tiny pocket sketchbook. I do it almost all the time. It's only faces mostly though, because of it's size. Plus it's hard to do because of all the shaking the vehicles make. But it passes time : )
I picked up my paper sketchbook yesterday. I carry it in my bag everyday to and from work. I never use it. I check inside. I felt some sort of guilt and regret : the drawings in there were old. They were in fact not quite good (especially the most recent half). I started drawing. An ugly, creepy face. I try to draw another creepy face, on purpose this time. Then a simple cartoon I created in my childhood. Then the most half-assed Bugs Bunny I ever did in my life. Then, an eye (I always draw freakin' eyes). I put effort. Creativity slowly came back. It's weird because it rarely happens this way when I draw digitally : either I am creative or I'm not at that moment. But here it was special. Over time my drawings were gradually becoming tighter, the ideas more fun and interesting. More patience, less distractions. It was organic. The drawings are more permanent in a paper sketchbook, so they probably become more valuable than if it were done in the digital confines of my computer.
I have been neglecting you, dear sketchbook. No more. Time to kill more trees.
p.s. I still hate scanning.