Yet more silhouette style imagery, which I’m posting ’cause, first of all, I just refound this stuff in my crowded, chaotic storage space, which is more like a digitized Salvation Army than anything remotely like The Matrix or those Tron-inspired datascapes in William Gibson’s books. Plus, I need to remind myself about some work I need to do, painting-wise, and this here blog-like thing’s better than a bulletin board for that kind of stuff, since I otherwise tend to sort of pointlessly fill up sketchbooks only to end up sticking ‘em on a shelf someplace, where of course the alleged art inside slowly gets more and more forgotten. Anyway, these drawings are drawings I did right after spending about fourteen Ice Ages not drawing, and they look weird to me now, looking back. Or maybe not weird enough, who knows. But, in any case, they were made for a super-happy occasion and at least doing ‘em made me start to feel vaguely imaginative again. Maybe that’ll get to be a less vague feeling in a few more thousand years. We’ll see.
Meanwhile, just came back from an amazing neighborhood walk with my wife and her friend, who’s visiting from out-of-town. The walk included lunch at an extra-amazing new delicatessen, which opened up a few weeks ago in a space that was formerly the home of a very down-market beautyshop. Which, stuff changing, I guess, is a symptom of how gentrification is bleeding out past the borders of the yuppie neighborhoods to the south, which is in a lot of ways a somewhat disturbing thing, ’cause we like living near plumbers and bricklayers and retired preachers, instead of in a monocultural neighborhood full of designers and webmasters. But, whatever, the sandwiches at the deli are crazy delicious, which goes a long way toward making me not worry so much about how many houses in the area now have Honda Elements in their driveways (although that’s still not completely un-scary when you think about it too much).
