Here's me working in iPhoto to get the effect for yesterday's jpeg below it. Don't forget that these figures occupy an area only 2 1/2 inches (6 cm) wide by 4 1/2 inches (10.5 cm) high. It looks much larger on the monitor.
I'll say one thing for the stars that stole my blogs, they're good actors. I'm loathe to admit it, but that sort of makes them artists. They've developed their bullshit to an art form. They're probably much better than I'd be at taking material from the page to the stage. (I suck at acting with scripted material. I don't mind occasionally improvising, though.) And I never had to say much when I played my songs in Toronto.
Maybe you can see how an actor is the kind of artist who'd appeal to businessmen, since acting compares very favourably to the vital business task of conducting sales. Actors make superb salesmen. And if they are asked by a customer about a fault that they know to exist in their merchandise, that customer is doomed to walk out of the store with at least one purchased unit of the product in question. Sometimes they gamble: 'How's the ignition? Well, why don't we just hop on in and spark it up?' (Inside the vehicle, before trying the key, the salesman breaks his smile for an instant to close his eyes and clasp his hands to God.) Okay, but when starting with a blank sheet of paper, I'm more advanced. I've never had to pretend I was someone else when I played a song or talked about my life. My conscience would never permit me to enjoy any success I got from lying about my talent. And I care about my soul more and more as I age. If being honest is holding me back from acceptance by an insane industry, so be it.
I hope the girls are enjoying that drawing music I made for them. It's good for colouring, too. Tell them to stay away from the bad children; you know, the ones who steal from the candy store, or get caught smoking in the park. You know what's fun? Making paper dolls. You just need scissors and a piece of paper. And maybe some pencil crayons. They're just like folding paper snowflakes except they're ballerinas. And if you can find some elaborate doilies, you can even give them nice, frilly little underpants. It's fun! Just don't get carried away.
The democratic spirit of the public library's 'have your say' campaign reminds me that another election is coming up soon. Are the Rhinos ready for their glorious upset victory? Are they ready to put all five members of their party into the House of Commons and take over the country? You know, my parents were Tories who even let them put a sign on our front lawn. But they let me go ahead and be a Rhino - at least for that year. It happened during the 1984 elections. We were watching the Rhino candidate on TV as he tossed baloney slices at the camera in response to all of Brian Mulroney's promises. Man, just making the visual association there between Mulroney and baloney was so powerful. And there was no waste of food. He had his frisbee dog standing by off camera to make sure that not a single slice touched the floor.
8:17pm. I consider this four inch by six inch ink drawing a success now. The last thing to bring in was her feet. That was my 'finalizing master stroke' in this one. Did it 'boundaries of beauty [break]'? It did for me. I love the impossible line of this pose. I agree with Kennedy: we want to do these things because they are hard. This drawing was done freehand - as per the below videos - and is proportionally accurate at a very small size.
I doubt I made it past this drawing for my calendar in 2007 or whenever I last attempted it. I recall suffering similar problems as I tried to share it the first time - in 2007 or 2008. But I'm sure that someone made a whole pagan calendar that year. And they sold it to fans of the new rock that was my music all in the top forty charts making millions of dollars. And they sold my poetry on DVD's as the ideal Christmas gift and made a bundle each Christmas. And look how I get called a bum after that. Oh, but they know how to make money with my property. Good for them. Do they know how to make money with their own yet? When will they leave me alone so I can make money with my property?
3:30pm. Yes, he is depraved. Lying about your talent with another person's work is totally psychopathic. I sure wish we could get those people in the media to agree.
12:36pm. I bumped over Persephone's toes on the bottom on my computer. It just felt right, and I know her toes of her right foot on the bottom are closer to the right edge of the frame than the toes of her left foot above. Let me explain some of the proportional challenges in drawing this figure. Firstly, her head and most of below her neck are cut off by her arm, which makes it a struggle to regain line. Below her arm, his arm then hides her waist. So half her body is missing to tell you what position its in. From there, the sculptor seems to have gone out of his way to create the most unnatural, twisted, diaphanous nightmare of a position imaginable. Her right arm, concealed by her left shoulder leaves her right hand practically sprouting from the other side, almost as though from a birth defect. And look at the lines in that region. It's like Grand Central Station, for Christ sake. Then her legs. That's a good one. Her knees point to the left but her feet point to the right. How do you draw that without making her look like a circus attraction? Oh yes, the last problem was that her right foot, which was lower than her left foot, is supposed to stick out more on her left side than the foot that belongs on that side. The size is correct. Oddly enough, I drew it like that with my pencil, but thought it was too big and errantly made it smaller. It is the effect of the foreshortening of the eye level camera lens that photographed the statue coming into play. This also makes her other foot smaller for being slightly further away from the eye.
10:32am. So I have the top foot tucked in a bit more like the statue. This is the last time I draw this statue. But you see it will look nice in the 'fall array' of colours I'm playing with above.
I now recall the first time I spoke of Persephone's drinking problem in 2007. That was funny, eh? So which dickhead did the media give that gag to? Oh, he has talent, eh? Christ. And did they give away my video of me drawing my picture to go with it? Truth is whatever they say it is, right? Not when it comes to my talent and my humour. You have a bunch of dickheads out there with stolen material that they don't know how to write. Blame the media and their stupid war against my talent.
I'm wearing one of my shirts that I use in one of my videos. How many shirts do you have? Do you have enough for all your songs on YouTube? Let's see, I have about two hundred songs. Am I supposed to have two hundred shirts? Are they too fancy to wear around the house? Oh, should I throw them away now and buy new ones? Why don't you stuff a shirt down your nasty throat and give us all a break.
And who the fuck wants to imply that I 'beg'? Who said, 'Germans don't beg.' Why was it directed at me? No, I know that Germans don't beg... because the National Socialist People's Welfare brings them soup and sausages! Sorry. Do people think I beg? How did they get that idea? Because I live around the corner from a park? Fucking media assholes. What do they have you thinking, that I post my music video and then go out on the street and panhandle? Fucking treacherous filthy creeps. What did they say to the Germans? I had a good thing going with those people. How did they get in and fuck it all up for me now behind my back? Who said this? Do they speak for the whole population? Why don't you Germans identify this person who represents you against me. I'm sure I don't know. I haven't begged since I was ten-going-on-eleven and I begged God for a happier future. I didn't work, and I never tried it again.
But begging would still be less offensive than broadcasting plagiarized music and poetry and comedy to the public. It lies and steals at the same time; it lies to the world about the source of the work and it steals royalties from the true author. Find someone more decent than them to criticize beggars.
And how do you all figure this: some male stranger in our population visits my page for some reason and then wants to call me gay. Do I have any mysterious interest in his blog? I don't even know the asshole. And what does he expect will happen here? Does he come here to try and pick up chicks? If so, why does he need to come here to do that?
Oh, yes, and who's getting the big spike in views from my video posts these days? What asshole that you don't give a shit about are they tricking you into thinking is popular while they hide my popularity from you? You know what you should do to the person with the most views in the last 48 hours? Beat the living shit out of them.
You can see me working on the above in the below video. It may resemble an earlier post from 2007. Some of the music in the video may also be repeat recordings from 2007. Arrest anyone whose music resembles it.
3:25pm. I'm adding the video of me sketching the initial figure I posted (or reposted) to YouTube a few days ago. I started with one measured diagonal line and sketched everything around it. Pencil sketches at this size are never accurate, though, and I had to make a lot of corrections as I put the ink on in the next video.
