To paraphrase Francesca Woodman: What happened is I used to play the pianotake photographs... Then at one point I no longer needed to translate the notes; they went directly into my hands. When I started again, I could not play. I could not play by instinct. This is me getting back to the place where it can be fun again.
Haven't drawn in a while, so here's a quick one while waiting for Bayou Moon to come out. I don't know how much it resembles a real bayou, since I've never seen one. But why let a little thing like reality get in the way?
Drawing class starts in 9 days!!!
I signed up for a drawing class for the fall: "Drawing for Illustrators and Narrative Realists". Not looking forward to hauling my ass into Boston on wednesday nights (class ends at 9:45pm, it's an hour on the subway each way and I will once again be at the mercy of the E line --yuck) but I think it will be a fun class.
Had a crisis of conscience about it -- I should be taking photographs and I should sign up for a photo class instead of dinking around with drawing. But on the other hand, as Jim Dow once told me, "If you find yourself going to the zoo all the time, you probably belong there". So I'll take the drawing class and have a little fun.