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||[Aug. 10th, 2009|10:25 pm]
Get ready for bad French and more nudie scenes!|
I posted a few more pages on my:
This is likely the second to last post of the Paris Journal-- there are only four pages left.
Some other stuff:
John and I drank some wine and made exquisite corpses the other night. I'm slowly getting him to draw more, mostly because I think his drawings are hilarious and great, but also because I think it's good for everyone to draw.
It's one of those things, like singing, that most of us were taught to stop doing after a certain age, and I think we're the worse for it. This societal halting of creative acts seems really harmful-- to cease doing the things that human beings have done naturally since our earliest existence.
And the association between singing and drawing for enjoyment and immaturity or childhood, makes the fact that I (and most of my friends) never stopped and now spend my adult life doing mostly one or the other seem a little degraded.
Anyway, look at that little worm-fingered-elf thing John drew! Genius.
I also like that it's hard to tell, in parts, which are drawn by a professional drawer and which are drawn by a computer engineer who nearly never draws.
Check 'em out.
I had to go to the doctor today, to take some advantage of my fancy, grownup health insurance (actually it's John's, and he's the grownup, but I'm his domestic partner/freeloader, so I get it too). I don't care for the doctor's. I have, not only once, spilled my pee sample cup on myself.
So I came home, finished my work, and then did a tiny comfort-watercolor of this guy.
Sorry, spider-haterz. I'd hate it if I was looking at a picture of a snake, so I sympathise. Snakes are cute in theory, but I would rather be in a cage with a polar bear than a boa constrictor.
I can't even watch that scene in Indiana Jones without convulsions of horror.
But spiders? Those guys are okay by me. I just love those goofy eyeballs!
I was brought up with spiders all around my house - my mum always said "Never kill a spider, because flies are worse".
Except, in recent years, the house has been invaded. All our spiders had been the small, fat, hairy kind that are all in proportion. Now, everywhere you turn there are these spiders with long, skinny skinny legs, and tiny bodies. And they gang up on our short fat hairy spiders and attack them. And mum thinks they shed their skin.
Skeletal cannibal spiders = bad.