Three Days in Bed, Pts. I, II, and III
Alex Hinders. 2012.
Colored Pencil and pen.
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I’ve tried to interpret why I’m on a stage in these three drawings. In the past I was involved with the theatre and even studied it as a minor in college but I’ve more or less left that world behind these days. After much personal reflection, I think I’ve figured out why the theatre is in these drawings. In order to understand it you’ll have to follow a string of logic from my own un-conscious mind. Ready? First, it recalls the old Shakespeare quote “all the world’s a stage”, which is the start of a monologue in the play As You Like It. Which leads my mind to a song lyric from Ian Hunter: “And all the world’s a stage / ‘cept that I ain’t on it anymore, anymore.” (The song is Dead Man Walking from his album titled Rant.) Hunter’s voice is filled with the same kind of melancholy I was feeling at the time. However, even though I was lamenting about how I wasn’t on the stage, I was on the stage. It’s just that I spent that time in a passive way.
A less round-about way of explaining these drawings would be to say that they’re about lost time. We only have so much time on this earth — on this stage — and it’s up to us on how we spent it. Those three days of mine were spent actively regretting the time I was wasting. Obviously not the most rational thing to do, but this is what depression can do to a person. The drawings are a sort of self-mockery of those three days.
But here’s the damnedest thing: if I wouldn’t have spent those three days in bed, the inspiration for these drawings wouldn’t have come around and I wouldn’t have learned a lesson in wasting time!