Uploaded this from my sketchbook today:
Not sure what to really write about this. Apart from the sketch of Dahlia, it seems to be some recurring images of a stylish but stitch-faced girl, perhaps some aborted attempt at creating a new character. Since relegated to character limbo. Should I flesh her out more? At least create some sort of narrative as to what happened to her face?
This week has been one of slow and steady drawing, painting, and recuperating from the whirlwind of throwing together an art show and performance in one week’s time, then getting swept up in the excitement of meeting Hermann Nitsch. Things have been quieter, apart from my recurring nightmares about the Human Centipede. Which is strange because I haven’t seen the thing, and quite frankly after catching a few coprophagic Otto Muehl films Nick Zedd screened once in the late 90’s, I’ve no inclination to see the thing. However, after mulling it over, I concluded that it’s an apt metaphor for the process of selling out to become more appealing to the masses. More than once someone has suggested to me that I could gain a wider audience (and confuse conventional reviewers less) by:
*making my subject matter less harsh
*cashing in on autobio/childhood nostalgia/failed relationships or whatever the current trend may be
*drawing in a more manga like style
*drawing in a less manga like style
*not being so angry all the time/having a “positive attitude”
*making the girl characters show their boobs more
*you get the idea
Several of these suggestions have been made by people who don’t do art or even particularly know much about comix. Some have been made by people involved in some capacity (art directors, journalists, teachers) who don’t actually involve themselves in the creative process. At least one came from someone who drew, but who’s work I didn’t particularly respect. None of these suggestions has actually come from any of the artists I have known or corresponded with who’s work I actually DO admire. None of these actually involve anything I genuinely want to say or do, creatively. And if I were to do them (and none of those things would neccessarily guarantee success anyway), it would be disingenuous, would it not? And that would hurt my creative process. And if I hurt my creative process, I’d hurt my soul. But I’d be more accommodating to the sort of mutual back-patters and yes-men seekers that are all part of their own little psychic human centipede. Where all you consume, and all you produce, is shit.
Ummmm…naaaaaahhhhh, I’m still not gonna Netflix it. But someone recommended The Machinist to Eric today, anyone know if that’s any good?