"We can destroy only as [plural noun]"
Creativity. Lately I'm sick with it, I'm Dengue Fever and every thrash of my limbs seems to knock ink onto paper, wring notes out of instruments and bang naked bodies together. A long mongoloid year and a half without my creative juices flowing in any way other than simulated battle at my dojo and the langorous dance of good sex- both admittedly art in the true and fine sense and as valid as any other performance art....But to a pen-slinger like myself, my bell is rung most(and loudest) by the creation of art that lasts, that can come back and bite people in the ass days and years after its original creation, and thus link the creator back always to himself at sweet petit-mort of creation.....
...By these standards I've been rabid now that I've escaped that terrible dry year- every day I'm writing, making music, making budo, making art....My last sketchbook, abandoned mid-thrust back in 2004(!) has clawed its way out of the grave and now gets 2 or 3 pages a day filled- and not only quantity, folks, but stylistically I'm letting myself play and stretch my art in ways that a fews years ago I would have disdained....Whether my new stuff will coalesce into a comic doesn't even interest me at this point; I could be fucking painting murals and canvas, tattoos or shaving designs into poodles- I'm enjoying my art for art and hadn't realized how long it's been since I've done that.
..the conclusion: this creative tingle is so damn good, I'll never stop. I've been lucky to be able to surround myself with creative people again- some in particular have been an enjoyable spur in my side and for that my gratitude overflows messily from my inkwell to theirs, and I hope I can repay them in kind. So I resolve- no more dead leaf types around me, not closely anyway- no non-artistic dolts who strangled their infant imagination in the womb and have carried its decaying corpse around ever since...Those stunted ones are best regarded over the top of a strong gin & tonic and best enjoyed in small doses, because I'll be damned if I'm going to poison my baby by association with their ennui....consumption AND creation, I want the whole circle and the ones that help me keep it round are the ones I should be dining with, no? Let's fucking eat!!
...By these standards I've been rabid now that I've escaped that terrible dry year- every day I'm writing, making music, making budo, making art....My last sketchbook, abandoned mid-thrust back in 2004(!) has clawed its way out of the grave and now gets 2 or 3 pages a day filled- and not only quantity, folks, but stylistically I'm letting myself play and stretch my art in ways that a fews years ago I would have disdained....Whether my new stuff will coalesce into a comic doesn't even interest me at this point; I could be fucking painting murals and canvas, tattoos or shaving designs into poodles- I'm enjoying my art for art and hadn't realized how long it's been since I've done that.
..the conclusion: this creative tingle is so damn good, I'll never stop. I've been lucky to be able to surround myself with creative people again- some in particular have been an enjoyable spur in my side and for that my gratitude overflows messily from my inkwell to theirs, and I hope I can repay them in kind. So I resolve- no more dead leaf types around me, not closely anyway- no non-artistic dolts who strangled their infant imagination in the womb and have carried its decaying corpse around ever since...Those stunted ones are best regarded over the top of a strong gin & tonic and best enjoyed in small doses, because I'll be damned if I'm going to poison my baby by association with their ennui....consumption AND creation, I want the whole circle and the ones that help me keep it round are the ones I should be dining with, no? Let's fucking eat!!