I recognized him instantly, of course, this creature from my youth, and the reunion was actually somewhat satisfying. The flower was new – a nod to my more mature, adult self – the need to provide perspective and context now, rather than just drawing lines. The creature was the same, but now it had meaning.
Because I was somewhat satisfied, I accessed, thought, and contemplated some more before deciding to see if I could bring him to life a bit. But how does one do that? You can’t really draw motion, can you? I mean, could I?
I decided to play with it a little. Expand the area, maybe give him a friend. The mountains weren’t part of my childhood creation, that’s for sure, nor was the well. But what the heck. I felt my adult psyche overlaying the childishness of the original concept, and again it was satisfying. Oh, they kept the flower. After all, the flower was the focus, not the creatures.
Notice something? That deep-but-not-too-deep shade of mauve the creatures have become? That’s deliberate. The first KerDoodle – as the creatures have come to be known – was white. Well, I realized when I looked past my initial satisfaction that he bore a vague resemblance to Snoopy, the famous character of Charles M. Schulz. Yes, I know, extremely vague – like Snoopy’s great grandfather if Mr Schulz had eaten a habañero. Well, that just could not be. In no way could I ever measure up to the inestimable Mr Schulz, and I wouldn’t dream of stealing, so something had to change. Colour is the most obvious option, so I looked at my palette and chose this. The reasoning was sound: pink is for girls, blue is for boys (no slight intended, I’m just old-school) and this colour is probably somewhere in the middle. That was the rationale at the time, but later on, when I started distinguishing between males and females, I thought the girls needed to be pink anyway. Funny how things work out.
After thinking and contemplating and wondering even more I decided to draw him out from his safe place. I remember thinking, “He’s got to leave the wall. He’s been there far too long, (literally decades, if you think about it!) and he’ll never accomplish anything if he doesn’t face his fears.” So that’s what I did, and here he is, trepidatiously edging out into the wider world.
You can see that he’s nervous – or is that my still-shaky hand and inexpert use of the app? It could be either, but at least it’s courage, and that’s what counts. His, or mine, courage always counts.
It wasn’t easy to budge him, let me tell you. Look how shy he is! He doesn’t even want us to see his whole face yet! But he knows we’re here, and, well, awareness is half the battle.
So the question was, where would he go next?