instrument

I've always gravitated, emotionally, towards the work of those whose chosen medium or instrument is the only way they can fully express themselves – which, I suppose, explains why I've morphed through so many creative identities (drummer, composer, filmmaker, writer, etc) over the years: I never found that instrument that felt like it was an extension of myself and that I wanted to dedicate myself to learning to speak through, until I landed on writing. Feels like my instrument – doesn't mean it won't shift in the future, but I've been here, in the halls of its practice rooms, for the last 20 years, so I suppose that bodes well for its chances.

"Draw yourself as Batman"

While I won’t share all of the fruits of my progress through Barry’s exercises, I’m particularly fond – even though it’s difficult to make out my face, especially in C (vomiting) and D (passed out) – of the results of the Batman exercise (in the center card I’m making an omelette; don’t think I’m vomiting because of my omelette):

five index cards, clockwise from top left: me as Batman, screaming; me as Batman, making an omelette; me as depressed, droopy-eared Batman; me as passed-out Batman in a back alley; me as puking Batman, Joker balloon overhead.

Barrys’ instructions:

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Motion light stores of solar energy dwindling since we haven't had sun in days – or maybe weeks, months, hell, IDK. Black German Shepherd derbzing about in the pitch.

Declared link bankruptcy and cleared out the to-read clusterfuck. Need to work on that oft-promised (to myself) culling of sources – or make time to at least read them BEFORE I mark them as "to-read." Such a useless problem.

TRUE DETECTIVE NIGHT COUNTRY's best line so far: "Who's Mrs Robinson?"