tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379518858474986857.post6846871817089751316..comments2024-01-27T00:42:48.097-08:00Comments on Renaissance Oaf: The Gualala ShowSean Cravenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13763869499494698057noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379518858474986857.post-34908786055584525282009-03-18T06:25:00.000-07:002009-03-18T06:25:00.000-07:00Gentlemen, thank you very much for your kind words...Gentlemen, thank you very much for your kind words of support. And as an aside, wasn't it Lincoln who, on the subject of leg length, said that a man's legs should be long enough to reach from his body to the ground?<BR/><BR/>Traumador, I totally hear what you're saying. I'm operating under the 'fake it til you make it' principle and it seems to be working so far.<BR/><BR/>Zach, it's a resin replica of a Velociraptor mongoleinsis skull. I bet it is the same model...<BR/><BR/>And Rob, you're damned right that we've helped each other. The piece in the show is a version of a Swillistration and I've had the kicker piece that you use so frequently chosen by a jury for display in the show my art marketing class is putting together.<BR/><BR/>And you're absolutely right in that self-judgment is more or less impossible. My reaction to my work has a lot more to do with my mood than with its quality. But recently in my worst moods I've thought, "I'm just a pretentious pulp writer," or "I'm just a hack illustrator," followed by, "I need to work harder and step up my game," rather than, "I am a no-talent drag-ass creep who isn't fit to ruin paper," followed by, "I should quit right now." It's an improvement.<BR/><BR/>As for odious drinks. You know me -- I'm a beer or a beer and a shot guy but... Here are three tipples I have ingested at one time or another.<BR/><BR/>The Snout -- <BR/><BR/>One twenty-four ounce can of strong malt liquor such as Camo Black Ice or St. Ides. Four ounces of cheap gin. Alternate gulps while cringing more at your degradation than at the extremely nasty taste.<BR/><BR/>The Bloody Asshole --<BR/><BR/>Twelve ounces of V-8. Twelve ounces of India pale ale or other hoppy, malty beer. Two ounces of juice strained from salsa with a spoon. Two ounces of hot sauce. Four ounces of bourbon. Drink one and think, "Hey, this is pretty tasty... but it doesn't seem to be doing much." Drink a second; regret it.<BR/><BR/>And, for when you're in a Charlie Brown mood...<BR/><BR/>The Red Baron --<BR/><BR/>Twelve ounces of root beer, four ounces of Robitussin DM. Gulp desperately while thinking, "This doesn't help the taste at all." An hour or so later, think, "I can't believe you can just buy this stuff at a drug store." Caution -- a pal of mine had one of these and didn't come down for three weeks and wanted to kill herself the whole time; leaves you with a 'this can't possibly be good' reaction. The active chemical caused deaths when it became a fad some years after I stopped doing that kind of ridiculous shit.<BR/><BR/>Yeah, I could put on a hell of a gallery opening. Literally. I could torture the damned. I didn't even need to go to the ones I haven't tried, like the Brutal Hammer or Purple Jesus Punch.Sean Cravenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13763869499494698057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379518858474986857.post-23111521973166682292009-03-17T21:37:00.000-07:002009-03-17T21:37:00.000-07:00Sean,Two feet and legs go together.And... it's rea...Sean,<BR/><BR/>Two feet and legs go together.<BR/><BR/>And... it's really nice to find myself realizing some of my own work is on the same level as professional work that I like. I know this is a recent phenomenon for you too and I think we've helped each other get where we've gotten. Personally I was almost at a point where I didn't think I could get to a certain level, and now the world is filled with possibilities. Lots of hard work, but I was going to do that anyway, only I was going to think it was pointless.<BR/><BR/>I think there's a point where it's hard to realize how good your own work unless other people are recognizing it too. And considering how little I think of other peoples' opinions my problem has probably been an inability to get my work in front of the right people. Some positive feedback is necessary, but from most people it doesn't count.<BR/><BR/>Good to see you standing next to something you can almost pick on. It looks like you've improved it significantly from the versions I've seen. Glad to hear you enjoyed Oglallalalalalala. And it had the good taste to enjoy you. (See, you can look like an artist, it's corporate America where you wouldn't fit in. Artists can make the most godawful drink mixes and serve them to their fans and get complimented on their uniqueness. Not that unique can have a ness.)robphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12139515613226908345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379518858474986857.post-26313583181782865702009-03-17T15:19:00.000-07:002009-03-17T15:19:00.000-07:00Well done, comrade!Hey, I have that skull on my de...Well done, comrade!<BR/><BR/>Hey, I have that skull on my desk at work. :-)Zachary Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05035947146927565746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379518858474986857.post-69576333352025858072009-03-16T12:08:00.000-07:002009-03-16T12:08:00.000-07:00That is a GREAT painting!Way to go on overcoming t...That is a GREAT painting!<BR/><BR/>Way to go on overcoming the fears! <BR/><BR/>Though I'll let you in a on a secret. Even though I have a track record for being an extreme extravert who'll ask or do anything in public, I still always get nervous too. It's just a matter of surpressing the fear, and you got that down by the sounds of it.<BR/><BR/>Lastly I see nothing wrong with that leg length. So long as they get you from A to B, and the Missus likes them, your set!traumadorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00387315561167115253noreply@blogger.com