I had an idea…

10 February, 2019. I had an idea, somewhat imperfectly formed in my mind, an image that I could almost – but not quite grasp. In a moment of nearly pure clarity I could picture each and every necessary and vital step of the process.

The colors and washes went down exactly as I’d imagined, but then the washes began to dry. I questioned myself and left alone that which should have been manipulated further, and worked further into that which should have been left untouched. The marvelous image I pictured disappeared right in front of my eyes and in what remained I could only see, glaringly, folly.

In disgust, both with myself and my sketch, I documented the work and walked away.

And time passes. It’s another day. I still see a ghost of what might have been. I still cringe a little looking at the parts that made me shudder yesterday. I can place my thumb over some places in the sketch and see where I strayed. Mistakes are there, painful tools of learning – but I also see things I like, marks I overlooked yesterday masked by my chagrin at having missed the original target.

I’ll probably always cringe just a little at the amateurish strokes that mar an otherwise acceptable sketch. Such blows soften over time, this I know well.

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Animated Conversation.

5 February, 2015. I took my design students to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art today as part of the New Dimensions Program. They’re learning the basics of stop frame animation – a traditional foundation before we dive head first into the world of digital animation. I love how quickly they morphed into directors, camera operators, script writers, and editors. The best part were those terrific moments when they began to solve set design problems with creative and innovative solutions. (Kansas City, Missouri; Pilot Varsity pen)