This year was busy! It’s been a very creative year, I think. It’s funny how from day to day it can feel like nothing’s happening, but when you look in the aggregate, you see that there was indeed a lot going on. What’s that saying — the days are long but the years are short? Jesus, it’s true. It’s the most true cliché there is. What did I get up to creatively this year? •…
“What do you want for Christmas?” he said. “Jewelrymaking stuff,” I replied. I panicked. I was casting a wide net. I have always been afraid to even go down this path, as it requires a lot of stuff and a lot of patience for dealing with small pieces. So far I am sticking to fairly simple stuff and trying to learn the best way to even go about designing a piece, and what all the…
My trip down memory lane via Flickr has been epic tonight.
One of the bestworst things about being the owner of my brain is that I am usually at my most prolific and creative when I feel a festering knot of sadness in my gut. Ain’t that some shit?
I just drove all the way downtown to a stretch I have been wanting to photograph for two weeks, only to drive right past it, scowl at how the setting sun was backlighting it, and then come back home, grumbling about how I sure hope my child is talented because I am a hack who will never make art again, blah blah blaaaah. And now I’m in my underwear eating cereal and confessing this to…
Making lots of test items lately, but none of them work well enough to even give away. Slowly — verrrry slowly — realizing that my favorite part of the crafting process is the scouting cool, cheap materials to use. Neither invention nor assembly is my forte. Bah. [Project 365]
… and my mustachioed friend Zach was kind enough to publish it over at The Great and Secret Thing. It’s a very short story. A glimpse, really, into a moment in a life that may or may not exist somewhere in some time. Please ignore all the incredibly flattering things Zachary says about me (“drunkard,” ha!) and my notorious (?) champagne habit in his introduction. He is accustomed to drinking whiskey distilled from the sweat…
“If you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bull.” — W.C. Fields [Project 365]
I’m writing right now. It’s good. It’s solid. The first thing I ever wanted to be in life was a writer, but at some point I realized how impractical that was as a profession, so I moved it from the career column to the hobby column. Muscles atrophied and confidence withered. I became crippled by my inability to end stories. So I stopped for a while. And then I started back. And then I stopped…
Programming Note: This week I’m challenging myself to shoot only with my fixed 50mm lens, since I rarely ever use it. Let’s see how long that lasts! March is racing past us at a clip I’m uncomfortable with, and 2009 so far has kicked my ass in ways both good and bad. Last year was complete and all-encompassing madness from March until June, and it seems like that’s going to be the case again this…
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