Started, couldn't stop. Tired.
Still no pastry in site, but a cup of tea frames the night and day. This is what happens when the rain goes away and the insects get angry. Biting wit, biting knees, chomping at the bit for solace. Neither them or I just can seem to fly. I seem to be revisiting first fears today. Stop dilly dallying and make money. Aren't you a little old to be making coloring sheets. I thought you were a real artist. There's housework to be done. You're the one babbling on about relevance; were the hell does this fit in? I think you need to rest. Today I carve out the poisons with a double edged sword. These drawings lend themselves to a journeyman level. They are informed. This is not the innocence of an acolyte no matter what those fears say.
~As ever, stay hungry and curious This is what we do when we are bored, lonely, and lacking a good pastry. We pull out the old addictions and mix them with new magic... If you lived in a house located in France roosting in an old artistic district, what would you name your house of creativity. I choose my name over a decade ago. Now, for some reason the name has lost my enamour… Atlier d'oryx cerulean. Maybe I have outgrown the memory and the reason. Aging and significance do change over time. I'll be musing through the rest of the year. How about you?
As ever, stay hungry and curious. Taking it slow means to look and wait without anticipation or prejudice. As of the end of rain, I started watching shadows move again. The matter has nothing to do with boredom but it is in fact a mental notation to study motion. Muybridge's photography and the bouncing ball have nothing to do with drawing this fascination upon myself. The study seems a mystical thing about the sun that has played in my mind since 2008. Somedays the draw has everything to do with telling time under the oak tree. Other days the draw is a matter of making sense out of shapes that build a shadow. Looking from the shadow, what does the actual artifact look like? What angle is the sun pouring through at to catch that crow overhead? Can the word shadow another name for reflection? Can I use the motion and form seen as a tool and not just a dalliance for beauty? If so, how? As for other aspects of the dark, I am still wrapped in emotional changes in people come sundown. For now, these observations stay in the play box until I can render figurative or meet out symbolic design on paper. Today I remember a perception that daylight shadows tell, while nighttime shadow hide.
~As ever, stay hungry and curious For now, I'm playin it cool. For now I ain't sayin to much. Well, for me it is a big deal. I just finished typing the outline of scenes for a novel I am writing. It may not be a big deal, but I clocked about 200 pages of notes and writing in the form of scenes. It is amazing what happens when you start taking yourself seriously. Projecting the length per chapter, the book is looking like an epic or a novel of several volumes. Most of you know by now that I write secretly, but I feel so good I had to share the news. Publication is a notion <cough>, but in my heart I am doing this for myself. As for encouragement, my neighbor has already asked for a copy sight unseen and premise unknown. For now, if I write for anybody, it'll be for him. Also before the nights out I want to get into storage to look for poetry to review and submit to Boston University's Literary Magazine.
Progress is a excellent word today. Tonight I am happy. As ever, stay hungry and curious. |
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