For this, I put on my Sennheiser headphones in order to really block out the world and focus on the sounds. I play the same James Blake song on repeat. I let the song sink in deep as I start to draw, not knowing where it will take me. In this state, I think of absolutely nothing. The music is in control. Essentially, I am putting myself into a darker place in an effort to express an emotion music expressed better than I ever could. I channeled so much of it that I almost cried while drawing her.
As much as I love my job, I know deep in my heart I won’t be in the advertising industry forever, at least on the media side. I don’t know where my calling will be and I know it will come to me as long as I keep practicing what I love. Today I received an e-mail from my former boss and one of my favorite people I’ve ever worked with. He taught me that that life isn’t all about work, because at the end of the day, what we do is just some pixels on a screen. No use crying over spilled Facebook fan likes. He also taught me that it’s fully possible to balance work and your passions outside of work. Besides the exciting news about their first child (the size of an apple right now!), my next favorite part was seeing his REAL signature in place of what I had been used to seeing (VP Account Director) for the two years I’ve worked for him:
You know, I sometimes think, how is anyone ever gonna come up with a book, or a painting, or a symphony, or a sculpture that can compete with a great city. You can’t. Because you look around and every street, every boulevard, is its own special art form, and when you think that in the cold, violent, meaningless universe that Paris exists, these lights, I mean come on, there’s nothing happening on Jupiter or Neptune, but from way out in space you can see these lights, the cafés, people drinking and singing. For all we know, Paris is the hottest spot in the universe.