tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21217293.post-1146842871808746382006-05-05T11:18:00.002-04:002008-12-16T18:51:52.914-05:00Overheated Monkey<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1993/1600/monkeyDrawing.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin: 0pt 0px 10pt 20px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1582/1993/200/monkeyDrawing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I can draw OK, I just never feel the urge.<br /><br />I sort of enjoyed drawing in high school. It gave me an inkling of what creativity could be -- something intuitive that makes an odd kind of sense -- and a way to express some of the undertow I felt.<br /><br />It's funny how some people don't enjoy what they can do well, or don't figure out how to use it, so they cast around for something else or give up altogether.<br /><br />No, I'm not thinking of myself, but of a lost friend who, unknown to me for the years I knew him, was a great figurative cartoonist. He just had zero interest in cartooning, which is too bad because I think there were all kinds of stories waiting to come out. I guess they remain trapped in the bottle, drifting somewhere out in the middle of the Pacific by now.<br /><br />Anyway, I like this crooked, overheated monkey I did ages ago.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21217293-114684287180874638?l=www.restlus.com'/></div>Kurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08623746609059372431noreply@blogger.com2