August 15th, 2005

breeden

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Another experiment with scribbly bits! This one's not terribly inspired as art goes, but since it was basically an excuse to do a number of scribbly textures, I'm not gonna gripe too much.

http://www.deviantart.com/view/21775245/

I'm determined to get this scribbly technique beaten into something I can use. I feel like I've been hovering on the edge of it for quite awhile--there are paintings going back literally years that have precoursers to it, but I finally managed to put it together. But it's not quite there yet. I think it requires something else in the composition, either another texture or flat areas or something, in order to really click. I just have to muck about with it until I find what it is.
breeden

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Holy crap, it's lunch time already.

I did not give the morning permission to leave. Ten 'o clock slunk out while my back was turned. GET BACK HERE, you vagrant hour!

Obviously gonna be one of those days...
breeden

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Another day of sound and fury, to little effect. Started some neat things, slaved over a figure to put on it, gazed at it, and lost interest. This has been happening for a few days now. I think my brain wants something from me. Hmm. Maybe I should go to the zoo or something. I have the vague, restless feeling that says my creative juices are running on fumes and require an infusion. Hmmmmmm.
breeden

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There's nothing like that moment of realization when you idily google something and realize that hmm, that interesting little snake you saw a month or so back, sunning on the rocks, and prodded delicately with a twig, (from a safe distance*, mind you) to make sure he wasn't dead (he wasn't) was none other than our local buddy, the rather venomous copperhead.

This moment is not made any better by James saying "Oh, yeah! That's what I saw when I was biking! He was on the trail! I thought about moving him, but I figured I shouldn't mess with strange snakes." Smart man.

Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, there is exactly ONE kind of poisonous snake, and it kindly advertises itself by rattling if you're anywhere near it. It is a mild-mannered, shy little snake, and the two of you want nothing more in the world than not to bother each other, so there is a kind of mutual awkward courtesy at work. "OH GOD, DON'T STEP ON ME, BIG THING!" and "OH, GOD! DON'T LET ME STEP ON YOU, LITTLE POISONOUS THING!" Hey, the system works. I've encountered a few rattlesnakes, and without exception, we both went our seperate ways politely and with a minimum of fanginess.

Moving to the South, however, is alien territory. They have all kinds of new poisonous snakes, and none of them are polite about it. Cottonmouths are supposed to be downright vicious. I am trying to educate myself as to the markings of the locals--like James, I don't mess with ANY snake, having been well trained by my father, an avid herp collector--but it would be nice to know what I have to back away slowly from and what I can go "Hey, neat! Rat snake!"


*i.e. about six times the body length of the snake, straight down. I'm not a total idiot.