Happy spooky night. :)
A quick drawing I did a few days ago. The horns are not symbolic, I swear.
Picture courtesy of Atari Age. (Please don’t sue me.)
Even as a four-year old, I always thought that the lady’s breasts looked pretty odd. Twenty-three years later, and my opinion still hasn’t changed.
I still have the cartridge, as well as a couple other Atari 2600 games. I don’t know exactly what box they’re calling home right now, but rest assured, wherever they are, they’re enjoying a Steve Perry and Journey concert in that box.
The Bucketheads - The Bomb! (These Sounds Fall Into My Mind) - Radio edit.
From waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in 1995. I’ve been listening to this non-stop for the entire day because I loved it THAT much back then, and I still love it THAT much now. Not that much, but THAT much. There’s a difference there, y’know.
It’s nice to know that whenever I’m feeling sad, I can just go to Youtube and watch Mick and David in the most ambiguously gay video ever. I love technology! Also, I was singing this to my cat earlier. I think he liked it. I think.
i’m sick and tired of teachers stressing rules and principles to advanced art students. we know what art is, duh. real artists do what they see in their minds, not what looks “professional” or “sophisticated”. famous artists didn’t follow the rules; they bent the rules, then people created rules based off of them. that’s the kind of artist i want to be. who needs rules when there is talent!!!
i’m starting the young artist’s rebellion. JOIN ME!
I don’t know about “rules” in art. Often there is some elitist idea of “art” that is beyond the grasp of common people - which amounts to little more than an inside joke between people in the know. I think of art as any creative expression that portrays an emotional experience of the artist’s. I do value principles for guiding us in doing so, and I’m grateful that others before us have spent their lives figuring this stuff out. I am perhaps too old to join your rebellion ;P
My two cents on this subject:
One of my favorite art instructors was fond of saying, “You have to learn the rules of art, because only then can you break those rules.” By “rules,” he meant that it wasn’t so much trying to force a certain mindset onto people, but rather trying to figure out WHY you’re doing what you’re doing. (I know; I was young and immature once myself. :p) Talent can only get you so far if you don’t know what you’re doing. I can draw a pretty flower, but why am I drawing a pretty flower? That’s where these “rules” come in.
Also, file me under “too old” for this rebellion, as well. :)
Went for a walk today to get away for a bit. Took my camera along with me, and found some things of interest. :)
“Oh, it’s the moon again, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. It’s obvious, huh?”
“I’ve been paying attention. You get like this every time a full moon happens.”
“I dreamt about you last night, yknow. I dreamt about how it was. Or was it how it could have been? I can’t tell. It all happened too fast, anyways.”
“Did it? I didn’t see it that way. I thought you didn’t try hard enough in the end.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You could have at least tried to get back together.”
“I know, but it’s just that I’ve been taught to pick myself up and move on every time I fall.”
“That’s good advice.”
“But I don’t want to fall down anymore.”
“Why?”
“I want to fly to the moon, and I don’t want to fly alone.”