Still Life with DS.

Last night was a great class session. I cranked out a little study on my DS. My hope is that the students will post their work to their blogs. (Hint hint. I know some of you read this. Post 'em so the world can see 'em! :D)

Did a little tweaking in PS, got some of the lines a little tighter, that's about it. Did I mention how good it feels to be painting again? Exercises, that is. This kind of work equals calisthenics for painters. Now to make this a habit again so I get my chops back.

What are you lookin' at?

Shooting Star

Maybe something beautiful beyond words. Maybe something nobody else can see. That doesn't automatically make you crazy. Or maybe it's better to say certain kinds of crazy are good for the soul.
We're born porous to the wonders in the art of everyday life, a gift that's generally beaten out of us by the time we're adults.

Stop to appreciate the light between the leaves.

Give yourself the latitude to draw something ugly.

Write some bad poetry straight from the heart and give it to a person who matters to you.

The world will always be full of wonders but you're not a permanent resident. Enjoy what's given you and don't be afraid to be worthy of more. Maybe.....maybe there's only one shot at this game. Make it count.

Oh SHUSH.

What, YOU again?

Inner demons rarely get banished forever. You get better at muzzling them, that's all. That's enough. They're a part of you. Maybe your hands aren't obeying your will as you think they ought; you don't solve the problem by cutting them off. Figure out what's making them misbehave and face it. Reshape it. Transform it. The relationship between the you is a two-way street, I don't care what he says.

Every once in a while, when your circumstances call up old sheet music, those demons reappear, reduced in volume but still pungent as cat breath and ready to enact the same old stage play.

You get to say "no." Truly.

Friday: back to presenting some personal art.

Oh Happy Friday, my Brethren.

Something provoked me into posting some of these old concept roughs. I don't feel the connection to this stressed-out little stones that I used to. That's tap-dancing in the right direction. Anthem Blue Cross doesn't cover bolts through your head.

They get me on an artistic altitude, though. Something tells me I'll be doing a second pass on these ideas eventually.

The Last of Paris?

Oh, probably, but you never know. I still have a few that might get seen here. I've got plenty of Prague pictures to post, though. Watch this space!

EDIT: dern mah faulty memory. New image added, old one excised.

What the hell, another Monday in Paris!

Though it's a month after the last post and I'm still not in Paris, dammitall.

Monday in Paris...