...and End at the Beginning. Begin at the beginning and go on until you come to the end. Then stop. We're all mad here. (Alice and Wonderland)
This quote was the very first thing I ever scrawled into my sketchbook that I started in the month of June, 2008. Said sketchbook is a lightweight, handmade book that has seen a lot of wear and tear, but also a lot of love. To me, sketchbooks are almost like diaries, but with pictures. For some reason the scene from Beauty and the Beast where Gaston takes Belle's book and says "how can you READ this, theres no pictures?" and she replies with, "Well, some people use their imagination..." Or something like that.
My imagination is a strange thing.. I tend to draw my thoughts, and there is one page in there that pretty much sums it up: Its an elaborate drawing of a koi fish suggested to be a tattoo on a persons back with one sentence: "If one doesn't have anything to say, is the page wasted? Or merely just used up." It's a good question, really.. because just looking at that page I remember drawing it, and what I was thinking. And yet, to someone else its just a drawing. All the content in this sketchbook would just be drawings to someone; potential riddles, if one would take time to actually look, use their imagination.. but then again, my imagination is a strange thing. As are my thoughts...
They start out like cob webs; delicate, and yet, still deadly.
But, feelings grow and the webs turn into thick silky ribbons...
their luster distracting one as they slowly twist around, contracting like a boa would.
You never know how caught up in thoughts you truly are...
and once you notice, you're bound and blinded by their complexity.
Tis a dangerous thing, to get lost in thoughts.
Round and round you go, where you stop, nobody knows....
