As I kid I loved to draw cartoons. Later, when I went off to University, I briefly toyed with the idea of jacking-in my degree to pursue a career as a bohemian cartoon artist. Looking back now I’m glad I didn’t; I really wasn’t any good. I’d have probably ended up in a gutter in Paris somewhere…
At some unknown point after this I stopped cartooning. I’m not sure why, but for some reason I stopped doing something I loved. Recently though, I’ve had rekindling of passion for drawing. Sure, I’ve forgotten a lot of the technical skills, like any unpracticed activity I’ve become rusty. But now, unlike before, I can appreciate it as just a hobby. I don’t really have to be any good if I enjoy it.
Last time I visited my parents house I searched high and low for my old portfolio. No such luck, that thing is long gone. This time I’m determined to keep my drawings, maybe my kids would one day like to see the stupid drawing of rabbits their old man used to do in the more heady days of his ‘youth’…