It was slow enough that I put one of my guys in charge and headed into the theater armed with a felt tip pen and some type paper and proceeded to draw picture after picture for the kids. They were a lot of fun and I had a blast with them.
I did a picture for each one of them, (from cariacatures of them playing basketball to Spiderman swinging through the city I gave them my famous `two minutes to becoming a better artist,' sang them silly songs and generally had a rip roaring good time.
It made me remember why I love to draw. I love to draw because it makes me feel good because it can make others feel good.
"Draw me a kitty!"
2 minutes later, BAM, there's a kitty. And they smile and look at it and excitedly show it to all their friends.
Last night I got home rather late and chatted a bit with fallen_pegasus online. I hadn't recieved his voice messages but he had a drawing request for me. I guess elfs little girl had it in her head she wanted to play "pin the tail on the unicorn" for her birthday party. Unfortunately they could not find a picture of a unicorn anywhere.
I whipped one out, asked if they would like color and a half hour later sent it off. I hope she has a good time with it. I am laughing to myself imagining all these little kids with blindfolds holding tails (yes, drew a page of those as well,) and trying to pin them on this cheezy grinning golden hoofed unicorn. It makes me happy to think about it.
I reflect back on countless times where I have entertained little kids at church (and not so little kids), doodled for friends, sat at my sister's table and drawn for her children, even the times where I have gotten friends to pose for me for hours and it makes me smile and laugh and be humbled and grateful for my gifts and talents. I like to think that I have spread some joy in the world.
I get frustrated sometimes, wondering if I am going to wind up trapped at a movie theater or any other non art job...but experiences like this make me remember why I love to draw in the first place.