What I love about drawing is there's always this imaginative feel to it, no matter how proper the sketch you're doing is. Sometimes I wish I could just let go. Clasp my hands tightly inside the boy in green tights' hand and let him take me to a world or magic and Disney. Of course, I don't open my window and see one star in the sky.

I can only remember one painting I did where I went nuts. It felt awesome, yet, staring at the outcome, people would think I was strange. The first thing my mom asked me was "do you somehow feel alone?". I hadn't realized I had made a black shadow drowning in vast colors of darkness and despair. Wow. I made up a story for that and pretended I copied it off a book and kept the painting in my "portfolio".

Chibi is where I can be myself. It sounds idiotic but smushed up versions of people with no mouths is one of the easiest self-explanatory crap things I've done. Ever. And besides, when a boy in green tights can't take you to a land of delicious imaginary food, there's always that chibi of yourself in the land of clouds low enough to sit on and play guitar on. Or the land of flying bass' and guitars.

I sound like a child.

But then again, weren't we all at some point?

Some of us just don't grow out of it.

-G