Today's post title sounds a bit like a brain-damaged rooster, don't you think? It wasn't what I was aiming for, but once I'd typed it out I just had to keep it. It's too weird not to.
What the weirdness came from (other than my generally weird brain) is that I just finished doing something that I don't normally do on a Saturday morning. No, not laundry. I do that nearly every Saturday morning. What I was up to this particular Saturday morning was doodling. Um, and laundry. They're not mutually exclusive, now that we don't have to beat things against rocks to get them clean.
Anyway.
I normally wait until later in the day to get my weekend art fix, but since it's Drawing Day today I thought I should make sure I got something done before I got distracted by other things. Besides, I'm hoping to get TWO doodles out of the way this Saturday (gasp! Shock!), since I have an idea for Illustration Friday that doesn't involve the daylily I sketched for Drawing Day.
Oh, such a productive person, me. If I manage to get the second thing finished, that is.
You've probably guessed by now that I'm not exactly driven to draw. I like drawing, yes, and I get a lot of pleasure from drawing once I actually get down to it, but I can't say I've ever felt drawing to be a need. There's a reason why (well, more than one reason, really) I call myself a doodler rather than an artist. It's a casual hobby. I don't take it too seriously. I know I could be a lot better at it if I did, but I guess that doesn't concern me too much.
Besides, I tend to be the type of person who doesn't want her hobbies to become serious. Those people who work night and day to build a specialised business from what started as a hobby but that's ok because they're "doing what they love"? I'm not one of those at all. At all. Work is work and hobbies are hobbies, and if a hobby becomes work it's time to stop. And I can honestly say that I know that about myself, not just that I think that about myself.
You see, I used to teach singing.
I've sung for most of my life. Grew up taking singing lessons and performing. Sort of fell into leading a childrens' choir and giving private lessons as an adult. And I don't do a bit of it anymore. Not a single bit. I haven't even touched my piano in a year, and I love playing piano.
As long as no one's listening, that is. I'm a pretty horrible pianist.
The problem was that the whole thing stopped being fun. Trying to coordinate choir stuff from out of town (the choir was in my home town where my father still lives, but I'm only here on weekends). Listening to scales and vocalises over and over and over again. Correcting theory papers, ferWhomeverssake. It became a job, not a hobby, and that sucked.
Now? Well, I still sing. That'll never stop; it's too hardwired. I sing for myself, though. Will I go back to performing? Maybe someday. I do kind of miss it. Will I go back to teaching? I can't see it. It's been a good six years since I stopped, and I mean the good in that phrase. Will I touch the piano? Yes, of course. Poor thing can't go neglected forever, and the father figure did have it tuned a few months ago...
Ah. Well, so much for a short post. I'd better see if I can get at least a few photos before the day turns to crap. Have a good Drawing Day, everyone. Even if you don't draw and don't want to take part in the "official" business, why not take a moment for a little doodle? It's fun when there's no pressure. And if you're desperate to see my daylily (and if so, why?), you can check it out here. Or not. It's just a hobby, after all.
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