Drawing helps.


D. started sketching last night and after he went to bed (naturally, I was unable to sleep at a normal hour), I began sketching a portrait of him (photo 1). Then, I moved onto a quick self-portrait exercise (photo 2) and a random sketch of breasts, because I can.

I started college in 2007 at an art/Spanish double major. By spring of 2009, I’d dropped out of the art major and haven’t really drawn anything since. These sketches really are not bad for my first attempts in four years! And last night, they distracted me from the overwhelming pelvic pain/nausea combo I was rocking.

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One of my relatives saw these on Facebook and asked, “Is there anything you can’t do?” The temptation to respond with “Be consistently happy” was very strong.

What distracts you from the pain?