The musings of a fantasy illustrator. Artwork, art-talk, and randomness.

Monday, April 25, 2005

back to the tower

greetings from tuscany, where i have just relocated for the next few months.

i mentioned earlier that some folk seem to find virtue in all-nighters, and like to brag about them. i've done it myself. another thing that people do this with is in simply being busy. i've done this myself as well. you've heard it before: someone will talk a lot about how much they have going on, with an air about them that communicates that they somehow see the whole thing as good. in reality they probably aren't as busy as they say, really, or understand that there isn't virtue in being entirely over-committed. so, it is with this as background that i mention that i had my first sunday completely off in awhile. by completely off i mean no work and no going about errands of any kind. barely leaving the house.

i read a lot in that situation. when i have free ones--and i try to have them as often as possible--i like to read on my sundays. i jump between a couple of books and subjects. this sunday i read maybe a quarter or so of stephen king's the drawing of the three from the dark tower series. rather, i re-read it. when the first book came out in trade paperback with that lovely (but butchered) whelan cover i picked it up. i was in high school at the time and it was definitely a surreal read, quite unlike most of what i'd read up to that point. i think it was also my first king novel, and though i've read a couple of short stories of his since then, and his fantasy novel "eyes of the dragon," to this day i have not read any of king's usual horror fare. strange, that. well, i did listen to one on tape once, but that doesn't count.

i read the drawing of the three in high school as well. i don't recall--the first book may have been reissued in trade with the release of the second. while i have vivid memories of the first book, i have less vivid ones of the second. i recall the characters primarily, and certain scenes. when i read the third book upon its release i was in college and read it between classes on long school days. being usually tired during that period, my mind crammed full of art history and other required subjects, i have only the most vague memories of it. the 4th book i read shortly after getting married in '98 and remember reasonably well, being most recent.

the problem was that the gap of time between the release of the books was so great that my memory of the whole plot was eroding. i really liked the series, though, so i decided i'd put off reading the later books until the series was finished. now that it's finished, i've begun reading the entire series anew. there is quite a lot i must've missed as a teenager reading these first two books that i'm now really enjoying. but it is a shame how my memory--excellent for events and places--treats books. there are books i really enjoyed that years later i could tell you nearly nothing about whatsoever. i know that some things or others from them have burrowed deep in my mind and helped me grow, but as for the more surface details, they must get buried under countless subsequent things i read, and other experiences. re-reading reawakened some memories that were definitely there but buried. other scenes were completely gone from my memory and so is like reading for the first time.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

The Move

My life has been one of reduction the past year or so. It's been an interesting exercise, but the final push is on. Can I squeeze my life into 2 pieces of luggage and one personal item? The answer is turning out to be yes.

It's time to move again.

When I posted this, I was already in a reduced space. I once had the master bedroom for my studio. I was in a band at that time and had a lot more than just art-related things. When that ended, I compacted the art portion of the studio and moved it into the office, maybe 1/3 the size. It's what's in the photo. That was fine, kinda cozy actually.

Then the big move came and I was reduced to my studio-on-the-go. This is me a week and a half ago at some ungodly hour:


A few things of note:
1.) I am so glad to leave that stool behind. It was a deal at a garage sale, but you get what you pay for.
2.) I am using a handheld palette like some real artist. First time I've had to do that since...ever. Actually, on the rare occasion that I paint outdoors I hold my palette. Otherwise, this is new to me.
3.) See those bins to the side there? The next move compacts things even further: I won't have most of them.
4.) I'm actually painting. Every once in awhile you see a photo of an artist posing as if they are applying paint to a piece. Then you look and notice the painting is framed on the easel and, well, already done. Lame. I still have the black tape around the edges that I wipe my brush on and then replace when the piece is done.

I might miss a week or so while I get moved in again, but for now it's goodbye San Jose, goodbye California, goodbye USA....