To make up for the lack of writing lately, I did another illustration.  

In my previous post I described the current stage of my condition and that the weight of my body feels like a house on top of  twigs, my legs. I thought this would be fun to illustrate and I immediately thought of Shel Silverstein, an American poet and author of children's books.

These books, like 'Where the Sidewalk Ends', I read as a child in the library and at the bus stop. As a kid I liked his odd and quirky style and the way he uniquely explained situations.

In my effort to try new illustration styles and change it up, I wanted to do this drawing as a nod to Silverstein's style. Through the last couple months since I first started illustrating, though not my field, it has definitely been fun, and I find similarities with this form of art with Industrial and Graphic design - my formal training.  

I think that is what I find most fun about art, and all things really, is the searching for the parallels, connections and then communicating through it.  Creativity is in everything. Everything. I think most people misconstrued what 'creativity' really means and confine it to just "art" when in fact creativity comes in all forms. I digress. again.

Today, I had severe trouble taking off my shirt. Took me a good four minutes to pull it up and over my head (I would be a terrible date).  It was also the first day that I didn't feel I could drive and I was completely bummed. I love driving. When I lost the ability to run, driving became "running" to me. HIBM has practically taken my legs and now it wants my arms and hands, too? 

I am imagining what HIBM looks like and had an idea of personifying it, so I can share the inner monologue I have with it on a daily basis. I should draw that up. Perhaps HIBM is a misunderstood monster or creature...perhaps "it" has a thorn in its foot and is cranky and irritable...whatever the case, I wish "it" would stop.  

I wish to keep my arms and hands...at least, at least let me keep those...