If you haven’t figured it out yet, writes Ernest Pipe, I’m moving.

It’s not something I like doing. I don’t wake up in the morning thinking, I want to move today, I want to relocate, I want to uproot myself from where I’ve lived for so many years and plant myself elsewhere.

My predisposition is sedentary.

I’m predisposed to staying in the same place as opposed to moving someplace new.

Not everyone I know is like this.

Some of my friends are like sharks: in constant motion. If they stop for too long, they will sink to the bottom and perish.

There’s something epic about sharks. They are the ones with adventure in their lives. Not a boring drop of blood in them.

I think of them as direct descendants of Odysseus. I, however, am not in this line. No branch in Odysseus’s family tree reads Ernest Pipe.

But this isn’t something I lament, writes Ernest Pipe, because, well, I’ve had my share of adventures. More than my share. You don’t have to be a shark.

While being in constant motion does help tease adventures out of life, even if you try to hide or run away from adventures, at least one will catch up with you and push you out of your comfort zone.

This is a good thing: suddenly being uncomfortable. It means change and, ultimately, growth.

But remaining in one place for a long time has its benefits, too.

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To be honest, I don’t know how long my experiments with ScribblerToo will continue. I just don’t see myself improving much beyond what you see above, which I will now title: When the German Shepherd Thinks About the African Violent.

Notice the German Shepherd’s sinuous neck. Notice the yellow stamen in the African Violet. What I love about ScribblerToo, or rather, where I see its potential, is in its ability to effortlessly illustrate interconnectedness.

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This is my second attempt at a decent illustration with ScribblerToo. If you ask me, I’ve made significant progress, but my coloring could use a little help. I think it should be mentioned here that I’m not trained as an artist. I don’t know what colors go well together, or how to generate perspective using different shades of the same color. I know that I don’t want my illustrations bursting with color. Too much color is like too much sugar, and besides, I prefer honey.

I think I should also mention that I haven’t really taken the time to familiarize myself with the ScribblerToo tools. There aren’t so many that I get discouraged, but there are enough to make me think that ScribblerToo can be used with a certain degree of skill that I’ll never be able to harness unless I focus [instead of doodle] every now and then.

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I’m in the process of learning how to draw with ScribblerToo. I have no intention of mastering the art of ScribblerToo, but I definitely want to mess around with it in hopes of stumbling upon one or two decent illustrations.

As you can see, I have a long way to go.

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I’m being uprooted yet again, writes Ernest Pipe, it wasn’t too long ago that I wrote these precise words: I’m being uprooted yet again.

I must find pleasure in being uprooted, in uprooting myself, in never letting my roots grow too deep.

At least not deep into places.

I don’t get attached to places, writes Ernest Pipe, I don’t let my roots grow deep into places. Places are meaningless. Places have no meaning, no worth.

A view is a view, a hill is a hill. I’ll bet I can find another view, another hill that is equally beautifully in its own way.

But if we’re talking about people, about letting my roots grow deep into people, I’d have to give you a different answer, for people are where I grow the most.

I don’t grow anywhere else. I only grow into people, into living creatures. It is impossible to find a substitute for the people who have allowed me to grow deep into them.

People are not just another view, another hill. People are precious.

Maybe this sounds trite, writes Ernest Pipe, maybe this sounds sentimental, a platitude that doesn’t need to be mentioned, let alone written. But, for me, it is nothing of the sort. For me, I cannot write enough that people are precious.

People are precious.

And yet I’ve left many people behind, just like places, I’ve physically left a lot of people in my life, but we can still make a point to stay in touch, we can still go out of our way to visit and laugh together, walk together, grow together, be together.

I don’t, on the other hand, make a point to visit places I’ve left. That’s because places aren’t people. Places aren’t precious.

::illustration made with ScribblerToo::

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