Inspiration

Arts and creativity are two of the things that I am proud of myself. At such a young age I am aware of how I appreciate everything that surrounds me. I was always fascinated with so many colors. Blurred visions sometimes would synapse when I am trying to replay in my memory about my childhood. At this time, I am training my brain, my memory to relive and somehow retain at its soft if not vivid images of these moments.

Back to my childhood and my brain and memory and arts and creativity. Underneath all these, inspiration is where it all starts. My mother used to tell me how good I was in drawing. I remembered drawing vegetables and also some hand lettering to be displayed on her classroom boards for her 4th grade students. I started doing it for her when I was, I think, in my 2nd grade. That’s how she is so patronizing with my raw talent. She shares it with her students. I, an inspiration to others in some way as she puts it.

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This is my try at doodle art. Doodle art is a trend now especially with the adult coloring books. During my elementary days, this is called a poster. It looks amateur. This is intended for my former online student and this forms the first few pages of the sketchbook I gifted to her before she flew back to Seoul. This is my outtake on time and memory. Our time and memory shared seven years ago was my inspiration in putting together this sort of mini-storybook. It is not bursting with random memories of our online classes but I tried writing my thoughts and adding pieces of advice now that she is a teenager. I have written how I am proud of her and other inspiring words about life in general.

She liked it. I bet she is trying to understand those words. I find that she still struggles in comprehending my long English messages, much it is constructed laced with my personal tone and vocabulary. I believe she’ll get the message eventually, I am confident about her being smart.

These drawings were inspired from her experience, now a memory. First, it was her first time to set foot in the Philippines and we boast our own fast-food chain. A ubiquitous face of a smiling bumblebee mascot hence Jollibee. She said that her teacher M brought them and dined there. The burger champ was her favorite. Second, it was me and her seven years ago. Again, my try at doodling. It was an online video-chat platform that we use to teach them the English language. I decided to toy with the idea of drawing her in that peace sign cutesy pose although she never did it back then. I picture she is smiling or funnily enjoying her childhood memory of me as her first English online teacher upon seeing this. Third, music. I really don’t know any recent information about her, her likes, dislikes. So I thought of music. Music is cool. She likes listening to Maroon 5 and I got her a snippet of my playlist there. It appears blank but I’ve written something there before I gave it to her. Maroon 5’s Sugar obviously is included. Take a closer look of the poster where the playlist is currently “playing”.

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I have drawn quite a number of doodle arts in that sketchbook. I am sharing a few because I want to preserve my personal gift to her. When she would have the chance to read this post, I am at peace knowing that she would not be so shocked that I gave away to everyone with her thinking that it was solely made just for her.

Above is my favorite doodle art that I have sketched. This is also included in that sketchbook, which by now could be lying or neatly stashed in a shelf at her study in Korea. What I want for her is to read, to love reading. If not so much, I would want to encourage her to read a real book. With the advent of technology and how quick is its pace in her country maybe reading a real life book made of paper is not common with her generation. All but limited to textbooks at school. We didn’t talk about reading when we had lunch. I just hope she’ll think of that note I wrote in this doodle. A note about reading.

I feel inspired these days, not into more writing, not that I discount writing about my experiences over here but I am more drawn to just living the life I have. The waiting, the desperation mode and the options. All of it would want to eat me. I beg to be swallowed now rather I am doing all with my might to keep things, to keep the going-ons more at my taste, pace and time. Taking the moment in at some degree, yes. Mostly, I am keeping myself afloat of dreams, of future travels, of reading and my growing stash of books, of being alive for my family and friends and of wanting to build my future tree house or beach house.

These are my inspirations, now. Cheerios.

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