Random Firing from 7th Grade
June 25, 2008
Sitting at my writing/drawing desk is exhausting. Fun but tiring. I love to write and draw but it takes a lot out of me to do it since it’s an engrossing task. I work with my whole body, even shaking my legs up and down when drawing a guy running away from a monster.
I’m drawing a kid running from a skeleton horse for my next graphic novel and I has a sudden memory dumped into my conscious from when I was in seventh grade. So I’m drawing a comic then I’m in the aisle of a toy store twenty-eight years ago. I’m looking at Micronauts, I can’t tell which ones because that part of my memory didn’t come back. Just my point of view, which is weird because I’m 6′ 8″ but in 7th grade I was well under six feet tall so I’m looking around at a much shorter height than I’m used to.
That memory only lasted for a few seconds and it was the time it took for me to draw the sweep of a kid’s arm on my computer. What struck me was that I hadn’t thought of that moment in that mall toy store since I experienced it in 1979. This kind of random memories coming back happens all the time, yet I can barely remember my own phone number I’ve had for six years. I can barely remember my daughter’s birthday, but I remember seeing the map of her pores as her face breached the C-section operation six years ago.
I have a theory about my random memory firing this morning…I’m listening to a mix band called GIRL TALK and they have a song that samples a chunk of September (1978) by EARTH, WIND AND FIRE. It’s possible that the song was going through my head while in the mall 28 years ago or it might have been piped into the store.
So, um, that’s all.