If you ask any type of artist why they engage their particular art, you will, of course, get a multitude of seemingly unique answers.
Boil them down, though, and they always end up falling in one of two categories.
The first is the one the artist will give when the inquisitor is not themselves an artist. This well-rehearsed statement will list everything that slots in the ‘pro’ column when dealing with their particular medium, and deftly avoids nearly all of the cons.
(And it’s well-rehearsed because the artist has made this little speech to themselves in the mirror more than a few times, usually when things aren’t going well with the art, and often in the wee hours of a sleepless night, as a way to justify their efforts to themselves when the results aren’t completely obvious.)
Not that this response is a total fabrication, but the REAL truth lies somewhere closer to the shorter answer an artist will give one of their peers, perhaps when asked by someone from a slightly different, yet still creative-oriented, field. When it comes down to it, we may all have different and strong individual accents, but we all speak a common tongue.
We make the art that we make because we simply can’t NOT make it.
Hard to believe December is almost over. This past month has been a blur, with too many not-fun non-creative things devouring my time and keeping me AFK, which hopefully explains the absence of posts (as well as getting much of anything else constructive done … which includes sleep.)
I didn’t want to let Christmas slide without doing something to mark the occasion, though, so one caffeine-fueled all-nighter later, I’ve got some holiday e-cards for everyone.
The most fun part of getting a card is opening it up to see what’s inscribed inside, so I rigged the e-cards to simulate that. Just click on each of the card fronts to ‘open’ it and read the interior.
It ain’t no Holodeck but we’re on a shoestring budget here … just kidding.
Shoestrings are a luxury.
Click on card to ‘open’ …
Click on card to open …
Okay, let’s see … turn the crank a quarter-turn to the left, then a whole turn to the right. Flip those two toggles, pump the handle EXACTLY six times — no more, no less — and check the gauges.
Wait, is that hose supposed to be leaking that weird Day-Glo goop?
Foot on the pedal, count to three, turn the key, hit the start button and …
We’re back! Welcome to Public Domain! Year Two.
Man, I missed this place.
*Sniff sniff* Although I probably should’ve emptied the wastebaskets before I locked up last month. Downside of setting up your secret lair deep in an impenetrable underground bunker: no windows to crack open.
I wish I could say I took the month off blogging to relax, slipped off the cape and cowl and into a nice bathrobe, maybe have a drink and snuggle up to my Batgirl, like Adam West here, but that would be a blatant lie.
October was one of my busiest months yet, and I couldn’t be more pleased.