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i love the soundtrack to Glory. it is a beautiful thing. even after all these years, i still love it ~ maybe even more than the soundtrack to The Thin Red Line. both can make me cry on a good day, so it's hard to choose between the two. so i won't ~ hahahahaha.
here's another thoughtful sunday at -33 wind chill. i don't feel like drawing, which is a bit dangerous because the wheels and gears in my brain are turning over a conversation i had with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bachsoprano and i am trying very hard not to tip the scales over into too deep a self-evaluation at the moment. i will never be an artist, nor fit into an artist's community. i know this because my heart knows it. i love other people's art. i don't love mine and never will. i mean, i like it in that sympathetic "there, there, isn't that nice" sort of way and that's all good and safe. but it doesn't set my world on fire. not the way crafting an exquisite sentence or exchange of dialogue does. i am a writer. no matter how much i run from it, no matter how much i try to bury it in other pursuits.
yesterday i watched The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford. i love Ron Hansen's work, but this is a book of his i have not read (it's a long booger and i have the attention span of a gnat). but i think i might read it after all. or at least poke at it with a stick to see what it's like. the movie is not great. casey affleck gives a good performance and the story is a good one, but somewhere the film got off on the wrong foot and never gets in step. it's got a glacial, field of wheat blowing quality that is too spare to keep it moving. it makes the poignant conclusion too-long-suffered-for. i thought the whole time: the book is probably really good, but impossible to adapt easily (which is strange because i think Hansen's other novel, Mariette in Ecstasy is purely cinematic). anyway, it got me thinking about writing and how sometimes writing is the only right medium for a thing, no matter who wants to dress it up and send it out into the world as something else.
what a gorgeous picture.
unfortunately, if you stare at it for three hours you'll
have some sense of what the film is like.
re: the current project: i find it interesting that drawing this story, i suddenly feel the need to create transitions (like that train), and fill in backgrounds (like those bricks). a hundred bricks in writing is three words (if even that ~ it could just be one: brick). a train ride in a novel is just a blank space between paragraphs. when you draw soldiers in an illustration, you have to paint every single button on their coats. when you write about them, the buttons are the reader's job.
i had some other ideas rolling around in my noggin, but i got interrupted by just how ridiculously piled up my desk is, so i took a major detour to try to clear it off and lost my train of thought.
lucky you, probably.
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here's another thoughtful sunday at -33 wind chill. i don't feel like drawing, which is a bit dangerous because the wheels and gears in my brain are turning over a conversation i had with
bachsoprano and i am trying very hard not to tip the scales over into too deep a self-evaluation at the moment. i will never be an artist, nor fit into an artist's community. i know this because my heart knows it. i love other people's art. i don't love mine and never will. i mean, i like it in that sympathetic "there, there, isn't that nice" sort of way and that's all good and safe. but it doesn't set my world on fire. not the way crafting an exquisite sentence or exchange of dialogue does. i am a writer. no matter how much i run from it, no matter how much i try to bury it in other pursuits. yesterday i watched The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford. i love Ron Hansen's work, but this is a book of his i have not read (it's a long booger and i have the attention span of a gnat). but i think i might read it after all. or at least poke at it with a stick to see what it's like. the movie is not great. casey affleck gives a good performance and the story is a good one, but somewhere the film got off on the wrong foot and never gets in step. it's got a glacial, field of wheat blowing quality that is too spare to keep it moving. it makes the poignant conclusion too-long-suffered-for. i thought the whole time: the book is probably really good, but impossible to adapt easily (which is strange because i think Hansen's other novel, Mariette in Ecstasy is purely cinematic). anyway, it got me thinking about writing and how sometimes writing is the only right medium for a thing, no matter who wants to dress it up and send it out into the world as something else.
what a gorgeous picture.
unfortunately, if you stare at it for three hours you'll
have some sense of what the film is like.
re: the current project: i find it interesting that drawing this story, i suddenly feel the need to create transitions (like that train), and fill in backgrounds (like those bricks). a hundred bricks in writing is three words (if even that ~ it could just be one: brick). a train ride in a novel is just a blank space between paragraphs. when you draw soldiers in an illustration, you have to paint every single button on their coats. when you write about them, the buttons are the reader's job.
i had some other ideas rolling around in my noggin, but i got interrupted by just how ridiculously piled up my desk is, so i took a major detour to try to clear it off and lost my train of thought.
lucky you, probably.
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Interesting... I would classify writing as "art." And being that you're a writer, I would say that you're an artist. :-)
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two years ago i wrote, in large letters, on my bulletin board: PICK THING.
clearly i am having trouble following my own directives.
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clearly i am having trouble following my own directives."
You want to be a double threat.
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~ kidding!
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But, in regards to writing and art and all that is creative...I think one of the keys is coming terms without the how rather than the what. It's the what and why that seem to get folks into trouble, when all of that is really mute/moot without the how.
How. As in how now brown cow. No, not really.
Pie?
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i dinna mean it that way (i was pretty distracted which i was trying to write this post last night). it's not a tailspin, it's an updraft and your helpful hat is all the rage, for certain.
if there's a muddle, it's just precisely in the how. game plan is set, just trying to figure out the kick off, is all (cows have never been historically apt at football).
pie ~ !
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p.s. we have pie day once a month and it's wednesday this week ~ cherry pie in honor of George Washington's b-day. mmmmmmm.
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I don't think I've ever had cherry pie...but ever since I read your response this morning, I've had "Can she bake a cherry pie, Billy boy, Billy boy" stuck in my head. Which is a bit sad.
I think we're back to the talent of pigs with football, aren't we? :)
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i'm sorry about the cheeselessness of your current situation. surely there is a remedy for this dire circumstance?!?!
[wanders off wondering what updraft fruit tastes like and whether it might make a good pie].
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Hee hee! That's too funny!
Updraft fruit....gah, I was going to say something about kilts, but I won't.
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[blushes furiously]
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[okay, i am totally stopping now!!!]
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Ahahaha!
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Very true, and also, I wonder how it will effect how you deal with the scenes and characters when you go back to writing them too - will that level of detail now cemented in your mind crop up in the words? Will it, to be poncey, inform the prose?
And you must be an artist, purely because you wangst about it :D Just like every other artist I know.
Seriously though, you're never going to be the best judge of your art, and my take on it is that you do the storyboarding incredibly well - it's a medium that seems to work for you - embrace it *grin*
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hahahahahahaha ~ !
it's interesting about what informs what. i really studied film and poetry to streamline my writing (to de-densify it), and lately i've been inclining back to a stouter sort of prose. i don't know if that's the effect of reading fat books or influenced by the drawing as you suggest ~ but i do certainly feel like my word pictures could be fuller than the strip-down quality i have been practicing for the last decade.
moderation in all things but art, i suppose.
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That made me laugh and laugh at how wonderful language is when put together in unexpected ways! Guess I won't be renting that one any time soon.
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it's worth a watch eventually ~ if you have nothing better to do and [lots of] time to kill. it's not a horrendous film. it just widely missed the mark, i think.
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I could say a lot of stuff
I have before. It's probably all crap. Obviously it hasn't been helpful. Whatever needs to happen for you is something that's not going to come from the outside --I thinks.
One thing though your description of drawing vs. writing...you don't HAVE to draw every button and brick --that's one style but there are others (just like there's a bajillion ways to tell a story).
Before buzzing off I just want to say that I LOVE your drawing and your writing and YOU of course.
bzzzzzz,
moo
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and you're right about the style issue with buttons and bricks ~ and the same is true of writing. and maybe it's that ol' tyranny of choice that bring me down sometimes ~ so many bright toys and can't we just play with them all???
i love you too, mooey. hang in with me. i ain't a done up case, i promise.
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i'll prolly see Rambo this weekend. just for kicks since you gave it such thumbs up on the blood buckets. you've piqued my curiosity.
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