I spend a little time every day on drills, as they call them. Thousands of little ovals of various shapes & sizes. Rapid ovals & push-pulls. Using every muscle in the hand, arm, & occasionally the shoulder. Changing direction midway. On some days, inspiration strikes. Some random YouTube video or a picture someone has posted of their own creation, something beautiful. I know there’s no way I’ll be able to match the perfection captured in those videos/pictures, but I keep that as a guide while I scrawl on my scrapbook. Sometimes, a random thought strikes midway through the drills, taking the mind’s eye away from the concentration required for the physical hand-eye coordination. The damage on the attempted creation is real. You may disagree, dear two regular readers, but I see everything that’s wrong on that page. Including how I didn’t even bother closing the blinds from the morning sun when I took the picture.
What’s the point of these drills? What’s the point of copying someone else? Why post a picture every day? Why bother vomiting a few words on this blog?
What’s the point of anything, really?
“We don’t find meaning in life, in our work. We give meaning to what we do.” Those words ring out quite a few times through the day for me, especially in these isolation days.