Not to worry...

... it's still going on. The creative funnel cloud. The snow storm. The watchfulness.

I did lose my fucking pencil, by the way. Irritating. Seems so dumb to buy a new one, but maybe it will lead to a Joycean adventure. Yup. Probably will.

UPDATE: I found my pencil this morning. It was in a book... on writing... Note to self, etc.

Springfield

It's NOT post-apocalyptic or anything... Nope. No.

I'm Fury-ous...

From la dernier anee... oneself as Nick Fury...

En quatre couleurs...

What's a pencil?

I'm feeling like there should always be an original... so, I'll start with a pencil... whatever comes next, I can't be held accountable for. Seems like in the olden days, I was always beating myself up about not drawing well enough. That was not very constructive. No. Pretty dumb, really. I think I was afraid of what would happen if I gave up the futility of "doing it right," (cf Daft Punk, c 2013). It bears repeating. Pretty dumb, really. I regret much. I think I've kinda failed because I was too cowardly to "just be me." Like the successful people in the bank ads always are... Like the people who really had the talent, like the people who had really figured it all out.

Not All Fun and Games

No. Not at all.

A dull fellow

So, I'm working through some unimaginative-ness... Sue me. What's more cliche than modeling a 3D dumpster? Maybe modeling a 3D wooden pallet?? I'm just trying to work through the model/texture process in a "faster" manner. I still feel desperately out of shape... Not sure where this is going, really... Could be the basis for the city scene in an animation I've been working on this summer... or a bigger enviro-collage thing (more likely)... based on tragedy of post-apocalyptic world emerging at every turn. Been to Springfield, OR lately?

 Whoops... kinda interesting accident...

Okay, it seems pretty clear I'm scared unto death of re-connecting with some kind of actual "feeling" in my work... Do I dare to eat a peach/peach-pecan muffin/chocolate croissant?

Sqweeeeakk

Another... based on the abandoned loading dock at ye olde Cascade Hall slated to be torn down soon.

Creeeaaaakkkkk.....

Coming back from beyond... Where does the time go? Compositing an image together... whew... One post/year. It must be all I can stand.