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Sunday August 26th 2012, 9:09 pmSkewed. Thats the best word I can use to describe the affair I have with each and every page that rolls off my drawing table. Something peculiar happens as I work. In most cases I have to come to terms with the end results, as its usually not up to my hopes for it. There are many occasions where I’ll start off a page thoroughly unhappy with how its turning out, then a tipping point can occur, where my perspective of what is front of me shifts and I begin to see something in it that actually changes my mind into a more positive view. There are times where I start off enamored with how an image is flowing that day, but by the end feel its a failure. The strangest is when I go back and forth from one feeling to another and back again, a swinging pendulum of its-okay-its-not-okay-its-okay-its-not-okay as the work on a piece reaches completion, kind of a idiosyncratic twitchy compulsion. This falling in and out topsy turvy thing is really my own warped sense of what sits in front of me, but while in the middle of the process its almost impossible to remain objective, its all too close. Ultimately, when I come to rationality, I can feel a bit ridiculous.
Living With My Own “Art”
August 26th 2012
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