It’s during lockdown.
I go out to draw.
It’s not going well.
For some reason I’ve decided to draw birds in flight.
But birds in flight don’t stay still.
And all I’m capturing are scribbles.
I feel bad about myself as an artist.
Many negative voices that live rent free in my head are screaming at me,
“You’re no good. Why are you doing this? What’s the point?”
But I keep doing it
because I am stubborn in ways those negative voices can’t understand.
Scribble after scribble after scribble.
When I get home I scan them in and create a short animation.
So this stupid and not good collection of scribbles
become something
and away they go up and up and up.
No longer good or bad.
Now they’re just being scribbles
doing scribble things.