April 4, 2012Sometimes I find old pages of sketches that kind of stun me. On my quest to do 10,000 bad drawings I whipped out this page of mini-loosie-goosies. So loose, so free. Wish I had the courage to do this every day.
Did this almost three years ago. Love that smoky bandido in this corner. How do I command this boldness in the future? Gee, I wonder if ol' Lionel has anything to say about this?
"The poet is in command of his fantasy, while it is exactly the mark of the neurotic that he is possessed by his fantasy."