More efficient exercise

By Nietzsche's postulate, "That which does not kill me makes me stronger", I am approximately 10000 whiffle ball bats away from making Superman my bitch.

Back to work.

A snap shot of my mind

I love sketch books. In them is an insight into the thought process, how the artist builds from a base. The essence of art is raw, fascinating and can be excruciatingly personal.  

As artists improve their technical skills, it is common for them to lose the connection with the essence, or soul if you will, of the piece as they finish it.  This can frustrate the journeyman artist as they have worked hard to improve their technical skills, but suddenly their work becomes stilted, frozen and lifeless. 

Good artists keep the fire of the piece burning the entire time, retracing steps when the embers start to cool.  A great artist can take a piece where the fire has died and rekindle it.  This is very hard, which is why a great artist also knows when the time has come to start over.  

I often pester my artist friends to look at their sketch books. Some are open, most are some to very reluctant. Sketch books, doodle pads etc are usually quite far away from the final product the artist can deliver and most have been burned by being judged on the early stages of a piece or experiments that didn't pan out. Also some are embarrassed to admit that even after years of excellent work, they still have to practice and experiment.

So in the spirit of reciprocity I offer this mental doodle.  It was a handout in church, the idea being we would write down the bad things and then throw them away at the end of the service thus ridding ourselves of the burdens.  I kept mine, most pitched theirs.  Propriety (and my wife) kept me from reading others.

For those that can't read my hand writing.

The mole on your toe looks like a fat unicorn.
You smell funny, like a clown, a stinky stinky clown ... with an ugly hat.
You should shave your tongue.
DO NOT EAT THE BIRTHDAY CAKE WHILE THE CANDLES ARE LIT.
Don't wipe that off that bird had the right idea.
Tie on another pork chop the dog still won't play with him.
What a nice picture of a leper, it's a self portrait?
 Bannana, Bannana, apple, apple pear, onion.
T-Rex's arms are too short to brush his own teeth.
When I saw you and heard your voice I realized how blessed Hellen Keller was.
I see your're bleeding, but not nearly fast enough.
The cape will let you fly, try again.
Quit wiggling and splashing or I won't take my foot off your head.