June 16, 2023
There are two things I love to do as it relates to my work. One is, I love the loosey-goosey (pushing paint with only a vague goal in mind), and two, I love to go in the opposite direction from what I originally thought I would do. Case in point, proof in the pudding, or, if you want to get all technical: exhibit A.
Something I Had Not Considered Until Now
"Do you also plan to include artwork portraying Jesse's other traits? The practical joker, (Jesse laughed at everything, Frank at nothing at all), the family man, the depressed church goer (he prayed fervently and out loud), the man suffering with health issues?"
You mean, like this?
Daily Whip Outs:
"The Many Moods of Jesse James"
The wonderful offshoot of these whip outs, to me, is that I didn't care if they were anatomically correct or designed well. I just, literally whipped them out. Very loosey-goosey (excessively relaxed), and this dovetails into another daily exercise that has saved my bacon, so to speak.
Saved By The Bell
One of the things that has saved me from a life of despair is this simple edict: "write every day, without hope, without despair." That and the discipline of writing a blog every day (and you thought I did this for the grins) sustains me from the curse of looking at a blank piece of paper and giving up all hope. That's why the following quote just kills me. And apparently it killed him.
"My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That's heaven. That's gold and anything else is just a waste of time."
—Cormac McCarthy (1933-2023)