sharp.

did you just say garbage art?
what?
really?
how can that even be a thing?
i thought that those days had been left far behind.
.......nope!
turns out,
there just wasn't the right combination
of trash and circumstance colliding to amount to anything.
awwwww.
i'd actually just forgotten that the whole point of it all
is to keep making so many somethings that the quantity
becomes an appreciable quality in and of itself.
i think that means there will have to be more.
neighbors-
that's a thing.
don't worry,
i've got my marky-markers,
and i make my markery marks.
seriously.
some wrinkled old busted cardboard
and a blunt worn-out black sharpie are all i need.
in fact,
that's actually all i even want.
y'all can keep all your fine arts,
and specific supplies,
but i like my sh!t to be just a little bit crustier.
check the coarse-art-type teleport:

c'mon.
devilish hellhammer basilisk-harpy-bat!
huh?
oh, for sure-
i am such a screaming nerd.
still,
it felt sort of good to make some crap for no good reason at all....
one quick pass across the paper,
no sketches,
no plans,
no hopes for success,
and no worries about failure, either.
i mean,
it's made out of garbage, duders.
c'mon.
you only get eleven minutes to sit down, drop in,
and make something that isn't completely sh!tty.
that's it.
rules is rules, after all.
-
did it work?
i dunno.
but,
it happened.
and honestly,
after the way the styles have hardened up
all around the arthur-making world i'm living in these days?
that it happened at all is something to be psyched about.
word.
*
some people draw all the time.
scraps and pads and sheaves and leaves and folios
are filled with scribbles and doodles and notes an' that.
i know all about it,
but mostly i just bake treats.
maybe it's high time i start doing both.
too much is the right amount,
and there is a whole world unfolding in front of us, folks.
it needs to be filled to the gills with stuff.
i think that's the best thing that could probably be happening;
never quiet, never soft.....