I am a collector. I don't collect stamps, I don't collect movies, and I don't collect coins (Well, I've got this thing with pennies, but that's another story). I collect hobbies. I've had tons of different ones over the years and I pick up a new one with six months to a year in between. I did Chinese knotwork, rice drawing, wire working, chainmaille, paint, polymer clay jewelry, steampunk accessories, and so many others that now simply reside in boxes in my basement. Of course, I can't bring myself to throw any of these things away because as soon as I do, I'll feel the innate urge to cut a piece of paper into a flimsy, see through representation of two mockingbirds on a branch. Lucky for me, I've never been at full tilt when I got bored with a hobby. I've been at the point where all my base material stocks are depleted and I either need to buy more, or quit the hobby.
The point of this rant is this: I'm bored.
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I have found a new hobby to play with. I saw it, as with the rice drawing, on a street corner at an outdoor mall. My mum, brother, and I were strolling along 16th street mall in Denver last Sunday and among the afro robots and cowgirl carriage drivers was an artist in a gas mask painting with spray cans. I've seen these before, but this guy was good. He painted a bunch of colors down on a piece of paper, placed three round containers on the paper, and proceeded to paint the whole thing black. This seemingly random placement became clearer once I glanced at his finished works, mostly of planets and space. He then sprayed white paint on cardstock and started flicking it onto the paper. Stars. And once he'd removed the circular objects and sprayed a crescent of black around one side of it, he also had planets on his page. Good ones, not just a single color of paint. And if that weren't enough to make me willing to pay for art (and I never pay for art), he then took a palette knife and scraped away layers of black and color to create a mountain in the foreground. It reminded me of those black pieces of paper that you get a thin, empty calligraphy pen with to scrape at in an attempt to make a picture. Only good. As we walked away, I started thinking to myself about what it would take to create that kind of art. And my family laughed as I mused, as I always do: "I could do that."
The point of this rant is this: I'm bored.
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I have found a new hobby to play with. I saw it, as with the rice drawing, on a street corner at an outdoor mall. My mum, brother, and I were strolling along 16th street mall in Denver last Sunday and among the afro robots and cowgirl carriage drivers was an artist in a gas mask painting with spray cans. I've seen these before, but this guy was good. He painted a bunch of colors down on a piece of paper, placed three round containers on the paper, and proceeded to paint the whole thing black. This seemingly random placement became clearer once I glanced at his finished works, mostly of planets and space. He then sprayed white paint on cardstock and started flicking it onto the paper. Stars. And once he'd removed the circular objects and sprayed a crescent of black around one side of it, he also had planets on his page. Good ones, not just a single color of paint. And if that weren't enough to make me willing to pay for art (and I never pay for art), he then took a palette knife and scraped away layers of black and color to create a mountain in the foreground. It reminded me of those black pieces of paper that you get a thin, empty calligraphy pen with to scrape at in an attempt to make a picture. Only good. As we walked away, I started thinking to myself about what it would take to create that kind of art. And my family laughed as I mused, as I always do: "I could do that."

