Sad Sack!
I just glanced at my LJ icon for the first time in a while. What a sad looking fellow, though I'm still loathe to change it. Reminds me of a certain fictional person as always.
SPEAKING OF WHICH. Despite these rather slow couple of days I feel creativity brewing somwhere. I posted more Adrienne pics on DA, and this past week I was really proud of the fact that I came up with a Waltz illustration & darn it I don't have it on me right now. To be as succinct as I can muster: Paula wants to publish Waltz in Playwrights newsletter, & she wants pictures. Insofar I have one, after many trials and tribulations. It is very difficult, artistically, to illustrate something one has since put to rest. I mostly drew a couple of very bad (no really,) portraits of the characters, in which the two leads looked practically identical . . At best mother and son if not eerie looking twins. I almost gave up before deciding to take the less literal route, which was to research pictures of dancers - find the photo of interest - and incorporate it into something dynamic and sexy with the appropriate levels of sadness & yearning and all that shit.
Wow that was so not succinct.
Less art stuff now. My life has been pretty dull and lonely lately. I know, I know, but t'is true. But it's too personal to put on here, I mean, who wants to hear about my slow days anyway?
How to end this one, well. KVC recommends the book The Gospel According to Jesus Christ by Jose Saramago because it will put some philosophical, spiritual, and poetic zest into your reading. I think I've mentioned this before, and am starting to feel like one of those broken records . . But worse still one that just refuses to let up. Back and forth & so on, alternating between aural perfection and a headache. Still, I have finished this book now for real, and let me tell you no last line has ever left me in such a state of shivers. I'll leave you to dissect the ambiguous-if-taken-out-of-context quote:"But what he did no see, was the black bowl into which his blood was dripping
KVC.
+ I went to Montreal too. That was really fun, but I'm not going to sit around for hours typing out the itinerary . . Tends to lose its life that way.
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A note on Afghanisation you say? All this is about, is that on Saturday while at the cottage Mom ran into a nurse named Val who, 18 years ago, told her not to fret over my eating a cigarette, because it 'wasn't lit.' In any case, she'd been around the world these past few years, and spent the last 2 1/2 as a health worker/teacher in Afghanistan for Medecin sans Frontieres (Or maybe that was Siberia) and a brit. organisation called Merlin. She showed us pictures of the people and places there. It brought me back to the book I had just been reading, that is the Gospel etc, . . In that rural Afghanistan is truly a feudal society, and that villages there are quite literally 2000 years in the past just about. The photos of donkeys with packs crossing very unsturdy bridges across crashing ravines was what I imagined Mary and Joseph's life to be like. No power, electricity, water, communications, no industrial revolution.
These pictures and that book also moved me to a profound but somewhat obvious realization. Anyone who says that civilization slash humanity has gotten worse on the whole, has never read a history book. Thank you, but I think if the Romans had had some of our 21rst century weaponry they'd have used it.
SPEAKING OF WHICH. Despite these rather slow couple of days I feel creativity brewing somwhere. I posted more Adrienne pics on DA, and this past week I was really proud of the fact that I came up with a Waltz illustration & darn it I don't have it on me right now. To be as succinct as I can muster: Paula wants to publish Waltz in Playwrights newsletter, & she wants pictures. Insofar I have one, after many trials and tribulations. It is very difficult, artistically, to illustrate something one has since put to rest. I mostly drew a couple of very bad (no really,) portraits of the characters, in which the two leads looked practically identical . . At best mother and son if not eerie looking twins. I almost gave up before deciding to take the less literal route, which was to research pictures of dancers - find the photo of interest - and incorporate it into something dynamic and sexy with the appropriate levels of sadness & yearning and all that shit.
Wow that was so not succinct.
Less art stuff now. My life has been pretty dull and lonely lately. I know, I know, but t'is true. But it's too personal to put on here, I mean, who wants to hear about my slow days anyway?
How to end this one, well. KVC recommends the book The Gospel According to Jesus Christ by Jose Saramago because it will put some philosophical, spiritual, and poetic zest into your reading. I think I've mentioned this before, and am starting to feel like one of those broken records . . But worse still one that just refuses to let up. Back and forth & so on, alternating between aural perfection and a headache. Still, I have finished this book now for real, and let me tell you no last line has ever left me in such a state of shivers. I'll leave you to dissect the ambiguous-if-taken-out-of-context quote:"But what he did no see, was the black bowl into which his blood was dripping
KVC.
+ I went to Montreal too. That was really fun, but I'm not going to sit around for hours typing out the itinerary . . Tends to lose its life that way.
+
A note on Afghanisation you say? All this is about, is that on Saturday while at the cottage Mom ran into a nurse named Val who, 18 years ago, told her not to fret over my eating a cigarette, because it 'wasn't lit.' In any case, she'd been around the world these past few years, and spent the last 2 1/2 as a health worker/teacher in Afghanistan for Medecin sans Frontieres (Or maybe that was Siberia) and a brit. organisation called Merlin. She showed us pictures of the people and places there. It brought me back to the book I had just been reading, that is the Gospel etc, . . In that rural Afghanistan is truly a feudal society, and that villages there are quite literally 2000 years in the past just about. The photos of donkeys with packs crossing very unsturdy bridges across crashing ravines was what I imagined Mary and Joseph's life to be like. No power, electricity, water, communications, no industrial revolution.
These pictures and that book also moved me to a profound but somewhat obvious realization. Anyone who says that civilization slash humanity has gotten worse on the whole, has never read a history book. Thank you, but I think if the Romans had had some of our 21rst century weaponry they'd have used it.