1. The Return of Daddy Bastard
Faces were seen that hadn't been seen in close to a decade, most often by coincidence. The dread of repeat conversations completely unnecessary; “what've you been up to” hardly even uttered. Rather than rehash actions and activities, a meandering of thoughts, ideas, and contemplations takes over, like it used to always be a long time ago. Intellect and folk-philosophy propelled by an undercurrent of effortless humor fuel boundless chit-chatter. Minutes easily unfold into hours with little regard for things like “schedule”, a word never once spoken despite it constituting the building block of existence elsewhere, including—you must admit—your own.
2. Workspace Fiddles
Y’know how the best software developers make use of constant user feedback to forever improve their programs? There’s a realization there that the development of a thing never ends. That perfection exists not in completion, but in malleability. An artist’s workspace (or any workspace for that matter) is the kind of the same. Its perfection exists only in its ability to adapt to the artist’s changing needs, and it seems like I’m going through one of those feedback tinkering phases with my space. I’ve come to find that writing about these adjustments is helping me realize what other adjustments may be in order. The button below links to a couple of blogposts on the matter, more of which I’m sure will be forthcoming in the near future.
3. Spring Cleaning
Spring has sprung and spring-cleaning has begun! In a sincere effort to clear out the old and make way for creating the new, I am for the first time offering Mystery Spring Packs! Each pack is filled with at least 10 random works from my studio: a mad medley of sketches, production art, misprints, ink drawings, and ever so slightly damaged prints. No two packs are identical and the contents are sure to be enthralling for any lover of art and process.
4. Restricted Contest
First person to accurately tell me which movie this scene partly references will receive a free package of THE SOLAR GRID #1-5 (U.S. only though, sorry).
Started my day like a cranky zombie due to lack of sleep, and was this close to missing a noon-time picnic held by my baby boy’s daycare, using work as an excuse. I’m glad I went though, because boy was he happy to see me. It fueled me with such joy and great vibes that I was able to return to the studio and tackle what needed tackling, including drafting this here newsletter in high spirits. It’s good to remember to put in the time not just for work or intellect, but for our emotions as well. It is after all what makes us human.
Ganzeer
Houston, TX
P.S. Come June I am to be in Oslo for the Science Fiction Research Association 2022 Conference, titled: Future From The Margins. Hope to see some of you there.
Restricted Frequency #175
Regarding the Contest: that's the Taxi Driver.