Frontiers seem to be dwindling. Which may be one of the reasons for some of the ennui that we see. I present some thoughts on the remaining frontiers and how they’re more accessible than we might imagine.
Ever wonder why hipsters try so hard to look like Victorian proles? I think it has something to do with the fact that this was the most recent time in history that the world seemed mysterious. Right before Antarctica was penetrated (gigrgity) by Amundsen and South America/Africa was mapped.
I think that there’s also a disconnect from actually producing things in this weird digital entertainment/economy that first world nations have going on.
So I guess I can’t be too harsh on the beardos. But my contention is the attitude. Cattiness and beards don’t match well friends.
Going to take me a while to produce an actual comic because I have a few weeks if not months of learning about perspective etc. since Im so shit at drawing. In the meantime I guess I’ll fill the ‘visual art’ void here by posting whimsical doodles with ‘witty’ captions.
Dudebro in the sketch above was modeled on the gent holding the shovel:
As you can see I am indeed shit at drawing. Time to knuckle down.
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So I was doin a bit of studying and stumbled on a U2 song with a sweet and simple (somewhat trite) lyrics ‘you’ve been everywhere.’ Which got me to pondering the funny way music and glib phrasing allows us to overlay our own lives and interpretations over a piece.
Lucky that I was close to a Gazebo when the downpour started. Gave me an opportunity for some nice atmospherics and I recorded a couple of musical bits for you. Which I used as a transition to talk about Goethe, Bach, enlightenment values, and make a brief critique of modern nostrums regarding prose.
The recording is a voice memo I left to myself Thursday night after listening to Matt Elliots drinking songs and trying to fall asleep. I also added a slideshow of hastily sketched concept art set to a little musical theme I worked out on acoustic guitar.
Story Introduction
Artie grew up in a grimy city. His toys always broke. The children of the better off would often mock him. He vowed that one day he would break all their toys.
He was good with his hands and a passionate tinkerer. A hobby that came from equal parts necessity and genius. With this gift, he would make toys, toys which soon sprang to life with the minutest whirring of gears.
When the machine wars came and society became even more bifurcated Artie would finally get to break all their toys.
Of his chief companions and tools is Cecilia a mechanical spider with highly dextrous arms abuzz with a Luddite itch.
It’s especially important to keep track of your time and energy when working on something creative. This brief three-minute vlog touches on some aspects of this well known but rarely implemented truth.