Art Journal: A Bear There Was

Let's try something new! Today, I want to post an "art journal" entry. Let's see how this feels and goes. Above is the sketch for this entry.

I've been wanting to get back into sketching for a few weeks now, but it just didn't feel like it was quite time to start. Mostly because I was feeling very tired and the inspiration just wasn't there yet. Nevertheless, I did go out and get myself a fresh sketchbook--two actually, one for larger sketches and a smaller one I can fit in my bag and take with me.

This all started when I was hunting around for something in my art supply drawer. I forget what I was actually looking for, but I ended up digging out the notebook that had the "What Not to Say to Goblins" story as well as an old sketchbook--OH! I remember what I was looking for. I was looking for a small sketchbook given to me by my high school art teacher, Ms. Braley. It had a note from her in the front, and I wanted to look at her handwriting again. That's right. I was missing her quite suddenly.

Anyway, I wasn't sure if I still had it or if I threw it away in a decluttering fit. (It was thrown away. Oh well.) But the other sketchbook is a larger one, and as I flipped through it, I realized I'd been using it as a visual journal some years ago. Maybe 10 years ago? The things I was channeling through... Well, I must have been getting harassed in the astral a lot is all I can say. Some very interesting imagery aside from strange astral entities. Some of it was quite prescient, though I didn't know it at the time and forgot all about it.

It made me think about how useful a sketchbook can be for letting information channel through. I love writing. I also love drawing, and the different format means different information. The more information I can let in, the happier I am. It's like I simply will not be satisfied until I am just permanently connected to Source via a "FatPipe" and do nothing but act as a conduit of divine information all day every day. (That sounds tiring, now that I think about it. I need breaks! Let's not do that.)

So, here is today's sketch at the top of this post. I have no idea where this place is. It's probably a collation of multiple places--a summary landscape.

What's interesting is my drawing style has changed somewhat. I no longer do the rapid chicken-scratch style of drawing I used to do. Instead, I put the pencil on the paper, and my hand just starts moving of its own accord to do the outline. The mountains in the background are a single line across the page. The trees were outright "Bob Ross-ed" in without any thought at all. The only thing that required any thinking was the bear.

The shading was likewise done in a complete trance.

That was fun. Why a bear? Because bears are apparently on the brain.

For example, it's getting cold now, and I wanted a fluffy blanket for the couch. I think, "fur blanket" and so find myself ordering a faux fur blanket. Originally I ask for one that's like a red wolf hide, but what is sent is one that's like a brown bear. The whole week I was waiting for it to arrive, I couldn't stop singing "The Bear and the Maiden Fair". Did I order a wolf hide and get a bear hide by mistake and therefore sang about it? Or did I order a wolf hide and transform it into a bear hide just by singing about fucking bears? Or both? I sang about bears, it made it a bear hide when I wasn't looking, and I knew it was a bear hide and so kept right on singing about bears.

Things that are almost pointless to figure out, but worth contemplating even as you're laughing about the idea of singing a bear hide blanket into existence. Either way. It's fluffy, luxurious, and so incredibly warm I cannot get Eddie off of it once he's curled up on it.

This is life now.

One last thing before I go... Remember how I said I can feel people arriving and exiting this construct? The last two days I've been cleaning this apartment like I'm expecting guests. I mean deep cleaning. I am not expecting anyone, but apparently I am. Must be someone important for me to take the coffee maker apart, descale it, clean it, and put it back together for no reason other than this weird drive to do it. Among other things of that sort. Soul, just please don't make me clean the inside of the oven yet! I was wanting to wait until spring. It's not that big of a deal! Nobody's gonna look in there!

Whoever you are, you're obviously getting the VIP treatment.

Well, combining writing and drawing together here has been fun. I will do some more when they happen. I don't draw unless I feel the pull to do it. If I try to make myself, it won't come out right.

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

​--Kyriel