I’ve never met any of the people who have inspired me to make art in the past and present. Until last night. I was given the chance to have dinner with Jeff Smith, so I took it and ran with it like a thief. After I geeked out for a bit, I gathered my courage and talked to him. He’s a pretty awesome guy. He even signed my copy of Bone. Maybe I’ll read it again for the 8th time. Ha! All of this makes me want to draw rather than sculpt. It would be ludicrous to switch from sculpture to illustration now, so I won’t, as tempting as it is. Comics, illustrations and animation are my first love, my first intro to the art world; drawing on the backs of church bulletins, fighting with my brothers over the Sunday comics, sneaking episodes of the Simpsons without parental knowledge. But I do have a tendency to think in 3-D, even on paper. Oo, maybe I’ll draw on my sculptures…
This might have very little to do with my project, but much to do with my current state of mind. Last night I was able to experience Sigur Rós in concert for the first time in 7 years. And yes, I am using the word “experience” because that is what it was. It’s nothing short of beautiful and mindblowing. So beautiful that it brought me to tears. I cannot remember the last time I experienced something that intensely.