Day 33: My Childhood Masterpiece

Today was a long, rough day. So I've taken a little time to revisit my childhood by drawing the thing I always used to draw for some reason. And I always drew it the same way.



Always the same sun with the same alternating rays and oddly shaped eyes and peeking smile. Always the same hills pocked with grassy patches. Always a puffy cloud. And always flowers and birds in odd numbers. Sometimes the path was dirt, sometimes stone, sometimes brick, and sometimes it was a creek instead of a path.

I don't know where this image came from or why I felt compelled to draw it so many times, in pencil, marker, crayon, chalk, or whatever I had on hand.

But it's comforting, and it was what I needed to make today.

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone