It's really strange how the world works. Being shit on again and again and again, only to find a quick breath of fresh human, right before being shit on again.
I'm not trying to be pessimistic.
I'm actually excited, because this always helps the creative process;
the spaces of empty, the times of hard, the wisdom to accept in the end.
I was going to write a blog a couple of weeks back on this whole concept of 'brain stimulation activities' that I have been trying to accomplish on a daily basis.
My nightly routine is sitting in front of my computer, writing, downloading music, reading blogs, looking at designs, watching innovative movie-making.. ya know.
But I started this game with my brothers (who I live with) called 'Blind Drawing'.
Basically my brothers would give me a caption, say 'Two Beers in a Boxing Match on the Moon', and I would draw it with my eyes closed. We ended up filling up this whole notebook of drawings, mostly from me but with a few guest artists, including my brothers, my friend Erin and this kid named Landon you might know of. The book was a HIT, causing tear-inducing laughter to whoever fingered through it (and a lot of people did; the book got around..) The drawings always came out very specific to the artist, and were always a complete mess of abstract I-forgot-where-my-pen-tip-was undeniable, incapable of being duplicated drawing MAGIC! I wanted to turn it into a real book, because of the attraction and success. I kept it in a big bag I had of books and a couple other art projects I had been working on for months. Projects I can never recreate.
Then on a nice, quiet Tuesday evening, my bag was stolen from the friendly and comfortable streets of Chinatown. Whoever found it was probably extremely disappointed because of the lack of 'value' the bag had to anyone else but myself and my close friends, and probably threw it away. I'm heartbroken and feel set back without it.
Lucky for me, and you, and whoever else cares, I took a couple of pictures of some of the drawings, including 'Two Beers in a Boxing Match on the Moon', which, coincidentally, was the pending title for the book.
This is a shot of the filled pages, all laid to rest together.
'Elton John Singing to a Dragon'
Lucky for me, I have amazing friends, none of who took this news lightheartedly.
Shout-out to my brothers, Steven and Adam, and my good friend Oliver, for inspiring and almost having to force me to start a new book. The results are just as satisfying, thank Goddess.
Lesson learned: no one cares about yer shit.
And so far, fuck you, 2010. Give me some sunshine before I think outside the Rock.
And if you, whoeverstolemybag, I know I had some flyers in there that had this website on it. I SEE YOU!
Song of the Post: 'Airplanes' by Local Natives
