Monday, December 24, 2012
I'm a quitter. From time to time I lose interest in the middle of a drawing. I get cold or the scene changes. Or the composition is lopsided. Somebody parks in my sightline or I realize I am only drawing what's in front of me because of inertia; because I haven't drawn anything yet today and it's getting late. I feel bad for these stunted drawings. It's not their fault they are ugly. They didn't ask to be born. So here is their one and only glimpse of light, though it's only the unnatural light of a scanner. Okay, dry your tears. Back on the shelf you go.