This was almost always the answer to "Mommy, I don't know what to draw. What should I draw?" It was her favorite answer. Maybe she knew an animal with a neck like that would fill the page, or take me a while before I started bugging her again, insisting she play Creative Muse to a 4 year old child. Mostly, I think, this answer somehow amused herself...we all survived on her sense of humor back in those days.
I repeat those 3 words to myself every now and then, when staring at a bright white sheet of paper. An empty, open sketchbook. A clean desk (no, really, sometimes it is...). Although more often than not, I have more ideas than I have time or paper (not saying they're all good ideas, some are actually pretty awful, but I have them nonetheless). But every so often, when I find myself staring blankly, those are the words that come to mind.
"Oh I don't know dear, just draw a giraffe."
Of all the giraffes I must have drawn in my childhood, this is the one that has lasted...complete with extra long (high-heeled?) hooves and fancy purple lady friend. It's on a scrap of 1/2" thick wallboard or ceiling tile, I'm not sure what it is. The fact that it's drawn with markers tells me this was a special and supervised event (not my usual crayon and pencil). It got knocked around a bit in its earlier life but has been stored in an acid-free bag for years now. And I was extremely relieved to find it safely stored up on a high, dry shelf when cleaning up the sad mess from an unfortunate plumbing incident that flooded my basement studio last week.