I recently found myself stuck with about 90 minutes of waiting time. When I dipped into my bag, I was pleased to find a sketch book and a lined notebook, along with a pencil, pen and an eraser.
I love sketching, drawing and doodling. Sometimes, I am eager to draw a particular object or to focus on a particular topic. On other occasions, I prefer to let the pen and paper lead me, exploring thoughts, ideas, shapes and concepts, almost letting the pen lead the trip.
On that recent instance, I also discovered that I had an empty envelope in my bag. It was strongly calling to me as the medium for that sketching excursion. The call of the envelope was oddly powerful. I had a book designed for sketching – yet, my mind and heart were pushing me toward the back of a used envelope.
Envelope it is.
