Sometimes I need to draw. I get anxious and distracted til I sit down and get something on paper. It rarely produces "useful" drawings, but I can't resist. Tonight I really wanted to draw a deer head. Why? I have no idea.
I watched the movie Jane Eyre last weekend and I loved this exchange:
Rochester: (looking at Jane's portfolio) Were you happy when you painted these?
Jane Eyre: Yes. To paint is one of the keenest pleasures I have ever known.
Rochester: Then your pleasures have been few.