this summer is either going to be totally alcoholic or totally neurotic.
i drew for only like 3 hours today, some figure compositions or hybrids like i described in my last blog.
then tonight, i went to this coffee shop that you could smoke in (i didn't know you could smoke anywhere inside in america anymore![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
), worked on a couple cartoony abstract doodles from the notebook.
i wondered one block over to this blues bar that was basically everything that's the worst of middle america. the plus side was this pretty attractive dreadlocked waitress was working there; i was sort of [desperately] hoping she'd fill me in on where the hippies were partying tonight, but alas, i just listened to the band that was playing at "billy's."
the band was actually decent. the whole time, i couldn't watch all the strip mall / suburban attendees at the bar dancing / getting drunk without thinking formally -- that is, the whole time i was there, i couldn't see any person without 'deconstructing' their figure / anatomy / contours / gesture. ... i'm seeing in my own personal art vocabulary again.
this kind of visual-isation of the world is where things have the potential to get very weird or very interesting. i'm using ' weird' pejoratively here --- i'm not really interested in things getting that kind of weird but i should probably prepare myself for them.
i can't venture out 'into the world' [ my apartment / my block / my neighborhood ] these past few days without breaking things down formally and spacially, without considering one or two or three point perspective. the worst thing about seeing the world like this is the sort of meloncholic realization that i can't actually record it all --- i can't really get everything down visually that i am seeing.
this sort of falling short of what i see to what i do is because i'm lazy i guess. if i was really freaking committed here i'd be drawing eight to ten hours a day, instead of only three or four hours. i suppose i need to decide if i want to seriously do this, or if i want to half ass it. hrmmm
i drew for only like 3 hours today, some figure compositions or hybrids like i described in my last blog.
then tonight, i went to this coffee shop that you could smoke in (i didn't know you could smoke anywhere inside in america anymore
), worked on a couple cartoony abstract doodles from the notebook. i wondered one block over to this blues bar that was basically everything that's the worst of middle america. the plus side was this pretty attractive dreadlocked waitress was working there; i was sort of [desperately] hoping she'd fill me in on where the hippies were partying tonight, but alas, i just listened to the band that was playing at "billy's."
the band was actually decent. the whole time, i couldn't watch all the strip mall / suburban attendees at the bar dancing / getting drunk without thinking formally -- that is, the whole time i was there, i couldn't see any person without 'deconstructing' their figure / anatomy / contours / gesture. ... i'm seeing in my own personal art vocabulary again.
this kind of visual-isation of the world is where things have the potential to get very weird or very interesting. i'm using ' weird' pejoratively here --- i'm not really interested in things getting that kind of weird but i should probably prepare myself for them.
i can't venture out 'into the world' [ my apartment / my block / my neighborhood ] these past few days without breaking things down formally and spacially, without considering one or two or three point perspective. the worst thing about seeing the world like this is the sort of meloncholic realization that i can't actually record it all --- i can't really get everything down visually that i am seeing.
this sort of falling short of what i see to what i do is because i'm lazy i guess. if i was really freaking committed here i'd be drawing eight to ten hours a day, instead of only three or four hours. i suppose i need to decide if i want to seriously do this, or if i want to half ass it. hrmmm
