GREETINGS PUNY BAGS OF FLESH.
PREPARE FOR BLOGINATION. RESISTANCE IS FUBAR.
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Wednesday, November 20, 2002
Missing my 17 incher...
My monitor fritzed out on me this month. Lucky for me, I have a spare 15" screen that I can use instead. Of course, this means I have little chance of rationalizing the purchase of a new monitor. There's nothing quite like being forced to use old technology after being spoiled with the good stuff. It's a real time warp. If anyone was wondering what to get me for Christmas this year, I am registered at Software Emporium.
My monitor fritzed out on me this month. Lucky for me, I have a spare 15" screen that I can use instead. Of course, this means I have little chance of rationalizing the purchase of a new monitor. There's nothing quite like being forced to use old technology after being spoiled with the good stuff. It's a real time warp. If anyone was wondering what to get me for Christmas this year, I am registered at Software Emporium.
Sunday, November 03, 2002
As the end of the year approaches, and I find my resolution deadlines nearing, I wonder what I will have in store for myself in 2003. Probably a lot of homework. I am eager to move into a new home before the end of the year, and I know it will not be totally finished when I finally get in. The most important thing is that I will have a spot for my foosball table, which is in need of some TLC. Anyone know how to restore classic games room furniture?
TM
TM
Monday, September 17, 2001
Don't look at me.
When I would draw things as a kid, as long as people approved of my style, and were complimentary to me, I would be very uninhibited. I was very proud of my art and how people understood its beauty. That was when I was a kid, and I didn't do very much "exploratory art".
Now, as an adult, I have noticed that as I develop my style and experiment with style and medium, and I stray from what is percieved as "normal" art, the people who watch me work and do not understand the concept of what I am doing tend to misinterpret what I am doing, and feel they also should comment that what I am doing doesn't make sense to them.
"That doesn't look right." they say, cocking their head to one side. "Why are you using that color?" they add, with fascination that I would use the wrong color for something. These are the people who don't understand art, who end up squashing it as it is being created, because they haven't got the tolerance to sit by and watch someone color outside the lines.
You cannot have ground breaking art if you concentrate solely on "safe" art production. I have to get over the fact that these critics are not the ones I am creating for.
When I would draw things as a kid, as long as people approved of my style, and were complimentary to me, I would be very uninhibited. I was very proud of my art and how people understood its beauty. That was when I was a kid, and I didn't do very much "exploratory art".
Now, as an adult, I have noticed that as I develop my style and experiment with style and medium, and I stray from what is percieved as "normal" art, the people who watch me work and do not understand the concept of what I am doing tend to misinterpret what I am doing, and feel they also should comment that what I am doing doesn't make sense to them.
"That doesn't look right." they say, cocking their head to one side. "Why are you using that color?" they add, with fascination that I would use the wrong color for something. These are the people who don't understand art, who end up squashing it as it is being created, because they haven't got the tolerance to sit by and watch someone color outside the lines.
You cannot have ground breaking art if you concentrate solely on "safe" art production. I have to get over the fact that these critics are not the ones I am creating for.
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