234. Grandma & Rohan
a sneakyart drop of a quiet moment.
Dear reader,
I can no longer remember what my days before Rohan looked like. How did I wake up? What did I decide to do all day? Time works like that. The past compresses and blurs. The future is across the horizon. Only the present is eternal. Moment after moment.
In today’s post, a quiet moment between Rohan and his (maternal) grandma, or नानी (naa-ni).
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👋🏼 I recently re-introduced myself to readers, and how I made up the job title of Sneaky Artist:
When I picked up a sketchbook and headed outside, I was running away from my desk. But I was also chasing my curiosity for these crazy Americans. When I started drawing with a fountain pen, I was distracting myself from a writer’s block. But I was also tired of chastising myself over tiny mistakes, and all this poisonous perfectionism. When I started drawing from observation, I was deliberately not thinking about writing. But I also wanted to learn to draw.
⏳ Responding to a question at a recent live event, I explain why a drawing does not a capture a single moment of time:
I guess the idea of capturing a moment is ubiquitous to our times because photography is so commonplace. We are obsessed with capturing moments. More than every other species on this planet, we are obsessed with time. We are so obsessed with capturing time, that often we forget to live in time.
I am on my second sketchbook dedicated to Rohan, and it is filling up fast:
👨🏽🍼 We don’t use alarm clocks anymore because Rohan sings to us every morning.
✍🏼 Sometimes the sketchbook is an excuse to better observe our little guy.
🖼️ The gifts of a sketchbook habit have nothing to do with being an artist:
A sketchbook is an invitation to spend time at a location and observe the mundane events of public life. Time and attention are an invaluable currency. Spend them wisely, and they will teach you about yourself - your curiosities, your interests, and the superpowers that lie hidden within you.
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All Americans don't judge. Some are simply scared of what they don't understand. Some in all areas are though, not just Americans. We aren't all crazy. We can see past our outsides and know that each of us are simply human beings who mean just as much as the next human being. We can see the beauty of life itself. If that's crazy....I suppose I am a crazy American.
I read your post this morning and had to grab my sketchbook and ink pen and draw my granddaughter’s doctor kit!! Thanks for the inspiration!!!!💕💕💕