I'm not the biggest fan of still life, or drawing things I see every day and things like that. So I'm not entirely sure why I chose to draw a bookshelf. Perhaps it is because I thought it would be simple. Oh, how naive I was those two weeks ago. My poor, vulnerable past self had no idea what he was getting himself into. Specifically, he was getting himself into hours of drawing rectangular prisms and only rectangular prisms. There is nothing in this painting that isn't a rectangular prism. I drew so many rectangular prisms that I had to allocate 70% of my brain power to keeping myself occupied enough to resist doing literally anything else. Everything around me could be interacted with in a way that is more mentally stimulating that drawing rectangular prisms. The rubber bands scattered around the table called out to me. All the neglected paperclips that could be attached to my fingers were laying, fingerless, throughout the room. It was a constant battle between me and my environment. A boring, monotonous battle.
Anyway, that 70% of my brain that wasn't drawing rectangular prisms started to idly imagine some names of the books I was drawing. It started small: "To Mock a Killing Bird", "The Mediocre Gatsby" and so on. This quickly escalated to the more obscure titles: "The Emoji Index", "C-SPAN: The Graphic Novel" until the titles became ridiculous beyond reason with "How Genghis Khan Faked the Moon Landing" and "Proof Vaccines Cause Global Warming". By the time I finally finished drawing rectangular prisms my will to continue drawing had returned.
Anyway, that 70% of my brain that wasn't drawing rectangular prisms started to idly imagine some names of the books I was drawing. It started small: "To Mock a Killing Bird", "The Mediocre Gatsby" and so on. This quickly escalated to the more obscure titles: "The Emoji Index", "C-SPAN: The Graphic Novel" until the titles became ridiculous beyond reason with "How Genghis Khan Faked the Moon Landing" and "Proof Vaccines Cause Global Warming". By the time I finally finished drawing rectangular prisms my will to continue drawing had returned.