Thursday, June 23, 2011

Creative crutch that it is, I just love it.
But more like a couch than a crutch. I can nestle up and draw a mostly willing model who pretends not to know the difference between my leg and a conveniently located chin-scratcher. Especially the cats that stick around awhile, giving you all sorts of chances. The lines are all curvy and smooth. Plenty of attitude and every darn bit of it, totally justified. No apologies here. I really do love drawing cats. 
Even though they make up what i lack in budding characters, story-lines and letters i planned on fleshing out. what else can i do when it just doesn't come? and a cat walks by?
so i draw more cats every time i draw. walking projections of my creative constipation of all these formerly exciting ideas i had. They vanish faster than fresh salsa in my brain's tiny-sized bowl, then projected onto cats.
fair is fair.

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