Somedays we push, and pull, and pry. Most days we blister and ache. We feel the weight of every failed attempt like sediment. Like coarse conglomerate. Immovable granite and bouldering clay. It's heavy. It's hard to carry. It's hard to move, but even a little bit goes a long way...
We collect the instances of what's expected of us. Air-quotes-normalcy. Air-quotes-conventionality. Air-quotes-respectability. In other unsaid words, side-eye-conformity. It’s the breakfast of champions, they say...
As many of you are all too aware, (sorry not sorry) I’ve been trying my hand at Inktober. I thought I’d do a roundup of my work this first week. Offer some behind the scenes thoughts. And a director’s commentary on the pieces. Let me know what you think!
There was an idea for this one, a clear vision. And this isn't it. Instead, it's just comprised of the bits of every failed attempt to make it what it should have been…