Drops

something starts to take shape

I went outside to think, choose from the ideas and feelings and wishes and fears, and I started writing a lot of stuff down. I’m even thinking about going back to bullet-journaling to see if I can turn my days into the productive days they need to be in September.

I took my bike and went to a park on Friday. I wanted to change the scenery while trying to focus on these ideas I need to finesse. I sketched some trees, looked at others, watched at least the last half hour of the sunset in ways I couldn’t in the studio (because I have too many distractions and a house behind my studio which blocks the view of the sun for the better part of my afternoon) and, after the red sun (particularly red last Friday) finally hid behind the skyline, I went back to my sketchbook and started to write. I had spent almost the entire day just letting things in, and then suddenly something clicked and I started to let stuff out.

Ideas sometimes come without shape. Without a clear path to follow. Without words. Sometimes, ideas are abstract brusk strokes, or a silent exchange of looks across a restaurant, or a feeling that keeps you up at night.

Figure drawing helps. It’s practice, which is always good, and it keeps the connection between your ability to look and pay attention at the world with your hand, so when the time comes to draw your pages, your story, that connection is already fine-tuned.

Your hand is your instrument.

Your eyes are also instruments.

Your mind is also an instrument.

There’s a good chance I’ll skip the next weeks of writing these letters. I have pages to write and draw, lectures and workshops to give, and all the real-life decisions I have to focus on as Brazil approaches the next presidential election.

Be safe. Be kind. Be curious.
Pa-ZOW!

Fábio Moon
Moon Base, São Paulo
September 5th, 2022