Yeah, right! I am supposed to be grocery shopping, working on a couple of projects, cleaning my house (it smells a wee bit funky), and just doing these day to day bits of normal productive life. I mean, the food situation here at the homestead is just a bit desperate. You know what I’m doing? Reading Danny Gregory’s blog. For all you art journal junkies out there, his books are great and get back to the basics- namely, drawing everyday stuff, stuff from one’s actual life rather than copying the masters, etc. I personally have a tendency to draw my coffee cups, but occasionally I branch out and draw a room or playground or doing the art projects assigned to the students at school. I pretend that this is productive, but it is only personally productive; however, it makes daily life just a little more significant. The only problem is, my coffee is usually cold by the time I get around to actually drinking it!
And hey, figuring the ins and outs of digital imaging doesn’t hurt the “productivity” aspect of my coffee cup “project” either!!
An aside- new altered Moleskine up on Etsy, with a Henry Miller quote discovered via Danny Gregory, actually…
“Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.” -Henry Miller
When I read Tropic of Cancer in college, I got about halfway through before tossing the book aside; sure, Miller deserved credit for pushing the envelope and widening people’s preconceived notions of what could be considered literature, but I just did not like his writing. I used the bs approach on my exams and never finished the book or read anything else of Miller’s until I came across a bunch of his quotes in Gregory’s book The Creative License. I have since revised my opinion of Miller in general; however, does anyone else think maybe revising a novel multiple times to up the filth factor may have been a disservice to his own artistic ability? Maybe that’s just me… Maybe my personal affinity for the poetic makes me biased. But I still like my art beautiful- even filth can be rendered beautifully- Walt Whitman wrote of dirt and worms and it was still amazing.
However, I once again digress… Riddle me this: what’s your favorite book and why?