This morning I finished a piece that I started last November or December. I don't even remember anymore. At the time I was very excited about the action of the piece and not so much about the background. Some time in graduate school had me questioning making meaningless illustration and I just ended up stalling, setting the piece down, and eventually forgetting about it.
This week though, I cleaned my studio, and in cleaning my studio I rediscovered the piece and started to think about the background as another piece entirely, a piece really which may be more important to me than the main character action, so I finished it. And I like it, and I am excited with the possibilities, though the eventual outcome I do not think will have anything to do with this particular product except for maybe as a catalyst. Good stuff.
I started a poem about this background. I'm not much of a poet, but I think maybe a project working back and forth between literary and image based artwork may be in order. It could end up being really cool and for that matter I have absolutely nothing to lose now.
So here we go.