Last updated on January 28th, 2024 at 06:33 pm
World, I’m tired of:
- Too many birthdays to celebrate
- Too many going-away parties
- Too many expectations of chipping in for overly extravagant situations
- Too much costing too much too much of the time
Yes, I work a job that pays pretty well. But I work hard—I work damn hard. And things just keep coming up. My weekends are full of events all over the map that require my time, effort and dollars… and I think I’ve reached my limit. Art—oftentimes it costs nothing. The resources I use are my imagination and the tools I choose to use to create. The return I get from what I invest is more often than not guaranteed to be what I expected. I just can’t live a life that isn’t reflective of who I am anymore. I can feel it chipping away at my sanity, and I think I’m having no more of it.
But back to what this blog’s really about with that rant out of the way. Why do I draw? Funny story: last night I was in the Yorkville area of town with the girlfriend and some of her crew, and as the night progressed (literally, as we were at Remy’s for 6-7 hours) I busted out the pencil, some paper, and while the red wine was knocked back, the sketches went a-flyin’. Our waitress, Celeste, was very complimentary, but what was surprising was that some hot chick (though not as hot as the girlfriend, obviously) randomly made her way out of the crowd and suddenly appeared to my right:
Her: “Are you a designer?!”
Tipsy Casey: “Kinda sorta—I tend to draw tons of different things!”
We talked a little about how she has numerous friends who’re designers and whatnot, and hopefully, she’d see my work on the cover of Vogue in the future or something.
Yes. Vogue. Let me clarify.
So when I busted out the drawings, what had been on top of the stack this time were photos of runway models and their crazy outfits. So I began sketching away as I do with anything else. Now, let’s translate this into a mathematical equation:
Yorkville hangout (i.e. Place where people want to act richer than they actually are) + drawing pictures that make you look like a stylist (looks like Cosmo magazine has a purpose after all!) + copious amounts of alcohol (which, of course, is instrumental in many equations in life) = girls coming to talk to you. Learn from me, men. I will show you things in life which you have never imagined. 😉
So right now I’m at Marben Restaurant on Wellington just at the post-meal bill-waiting. The food was alright—your standard small portions, costly place-type fare—but the dessert was pretty interesting; “home-made” sorbet in the following flavours:
- Strawberry Mint
- Lime Basil
- Blueberry Cinnamon
The Sorbets served with Marben’s prix fixe menu…
Blueberry Cinnamon was whatev (for I don’t like blueberries and rarely eat anything cinnamon), to me the strawberry mint tasted like… strawberry sorbet… but the lime basil—so good. They took two of my favourite flavours and combined it into something epic. It makes me want to learn how to make my own sorbet so I can make more.
Anyway, we got back home in one piece and I’m in dire need of rest, so I’ll close this chapter shortly, I suppose. I’m thinking perhaps next blog I should just upload a ton of sketches and no words? Would y’all like that? Are you tired of my verbose nature?
Holla at a brotha.
Until then, I remain…