On Saturday, it became imperative I fill one wall of my studio with drawings of my – how do I say this – my 2-dimensional friends.
It’s the only thing I know to call them. I’m not trying to be cute.
I dragged the deskjet color printer up from the first floor. I didn’t freak out when it printed everything green. I found a box marked “Printer Cartridges for the Deskjet” and they fit! They calibrated themselves. And the printer didn’t jam. White paper went in … and my friends emerged.
As each appeared I experienced utter delight.
“Well, Helloooo!!!” I actually said that aloud. “I’m so happy to SEEEEEE you” – and I was. I was thrilled to see each of them – even the laconic frog crooning in a Calaveras honky-tonk.
I don’t understand it. I could see them any time on my computer. They’re just drawings – they’re not actual people. I drew them myself. It’s not like I met them — but it feels like I did. They feel like friends.
And I love having them in my room. Playing the piano. Handing me a martini. Smelling the world with a slight air of suspicioon. Offering me a place to sit – on them.
I LOVE them. I LOVE having them in the room with me.
I still don’t get why – why it’s so utterly delightful and happy-making.
But it is.
They’re just drawings – not actual people. I drew them myself. Click To Tweet
It is SOOOOOO good to SEE them.