Saturday, August 2, 2014

"Clogged Sink"


Always humbling to look back over ones artistic shoulder at the creative mess left behind: what you once thought was good in retrospect becomes really bad, as in it tempers the conviction of sheer brilliance whenever drawing a panel that you are so proud of to know that perspective will change. Sometimes as soon as the next morning (“what was I thinking” syndrome) or seeing it in print, or while perusing the archives many years later.

I think it’s a measure of self-confidence to basically ignore the inner critic: sure I should be better than this (whatever it is I’m drawing): sure I can always think I should be more sophisticated and witty, but the truth is, ah... nope. I’m not above anything, and that’s one thing that’ll never change. Hasn’t since I was a damn kid, and I hope I never grow up to where a dumb joke isn’t worth a giggle, or making one either. Lowering your standards means you’ll probably have much more fun outta life. Maybe it’s still the inner punk raising a psychological finger at anybody or anything that tells us we should stop being silly, and never, ever be afraid to look stupid.

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  1. Pretty innocuous compared to some of the stuff that's festered up in my brain. My mind plays with all kinds of words, even words I wish I did not know.

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  2. Would that would be an ingrown hare?

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    1. When I lived in Miami I did one titled "Spic and Span." It seemed okay because I knew so many people in my age group who made light of many of the slang -not to say derogatory - terms that various ethnicities used for each other. Alas, this relaxed attitude did not become the norm. Rather the opposite, in fact. Sensitivity increased as we all take each other more and more seriously. Seriousness is the real enemy. But what can you do? You can't make people lighten up. They have to decide to do it on their own.

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