The Sundering

Time to break it up a little. This morsel is the byproduct of a late hour caffeine binge and the resultant chemically induced insomnia:

I’m becoming increasingly partial to Sketchbook Pro as my go-to tool for idea creation. Many times I’ll start in Sketchbook Pro, print it out, and then continue on paper – eventually scanning it and moving over to Photoshop. I believe this would be referred to as “work-flow dynamics” in a professional venue, a scenario in which I would currently be undergoing extensive modification to my “production pipeline” (this should not be misconstrued as a euphemism for genital surgery.) I prefer the term “switching shit up” as I believe it  accurately communicates the quality of most of my work in it’s early stages.

I like to think that most artists follow roughly the same path, evolving from the “introverted fabulist”, taking the turn to either the “shunned madman”, mumbling through his beard about vivid visions of the end times from the filthy gutter; or the “mad shaman”, spewing forth nonsensical prophesies to the sound of enthusiastic “uhms” and “ohs” – a slight but significant distinction.

It is my belief that if you need to make images you are, like me, intrinsically broken, and should start hoarding food for when you are inevitably recognized as a useless part of the grand machinery. Hell, I think we should band together and start making fallout shelters right now, that is to say, i think we should talk about it, and then do nothing. We need to start channeling our self-loathing into something worthless if we are going to avoid getting in front of this thing. we’ll basically sit on our asses and whine about shit not being totally awesome all the time. Yes, I’m going to start championing this, and I’m going to call it “the futility non-initiative.” Sign up, or don’t, nobody cares.

- SF