scenes from my TSUSHIMA questings
I can’t get over how beautiful GHOSTS OF TSUSHIMA is. Saving a few captures here for my own remembrance.
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):
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?"