A llama, a priest and a chicken walk into a bar...
Sorry gang, no punchline. It just sounded good in my head.
1) Holidays make me crazy. I amgoing insane.
2) Art makes me crazy. I amgoing insane. But I love art.
3) If you've been following along, you'll know I'm bipolar. This session is less of a mood swing and more of a mood tsunami. My manic phase has kicked in to overdrive and my friends are to blame... they are starting to want more from me (by this I mean products/art for themselves). This is not a bad thing in any way, I love my friends and love making things for them; my friend Eric called this the "design high", and it's very nice to hear someone else put a term to the craziness that happens. Unfortunately the output can't keep up with the input right now. I've been ingesting epic amounts of inspiration, mostly via MySpace ...yes, that site can actually be a goldmine for artsy folk. It's like a giant Juxtapoz or something, but with hundreds of thousands of people. The major problem happens when I go into a high-speed mode, and start putting out quantity instead of quality. My perfectionism wins out, my brain then processes all of whatever I just made as Utter Crap, and I become totally depressed, resulting in a complete shutdown that lasts anywhere from a week to a year.
The only way this process seems to work appropriately is if I'm on a deadline - if I'm not creating for just myself, then the shutdown seems to be voided by the fact that Someone Else Wants My Stuff.
So....... if you picture my brain as a normal, functioning cog inside a machine inside a building inside a city... the short version of what's happening to me right now is something like this:
I think that about covers it.
1) Holidays make me crazy. I am
2) Art makes me crazy. I am
3) If you've been following along, you'll know I'm bipolar. This session is less of a mood swing and more of a mood tsunami. My manic phase has kicked in to overdrive and my friends are to blame... they are starting to want more from me (by this I mean products/art for themselves). This is not a bad thing in any way, I love my friends and love making things for them; my friend Eric called this the "design high", and it's very nice to hear someone else put a term to the craziness that happens. Unfortunately the output can't keep up with the input right now. I've been ingesting epic amounts of inspiration, mostly via MySpace ...yes, that site can actually be a goldmine for artsy folk. It's like a giant Juxtapoz or something, but with hundreds of thousands of people. The major problem happens when I go into a high-speed mode, and start putting out quantity instead of quality. My perfectionism wins out, my brain then processes all of whatever I just made as Utter Crap, and I become totally depressed, resulting in a complete shutdown that lasts anywhere from a week to a year.
The only way this process seems to work appropriately is if I'm on a deadline - if I'm not creating for just myself, then the shutdown seems to be voided by the fact that Someone Else Wants My Stuff.
So....... if you picture my brain as a normal, functioning cog inside a machine inside a building inside a city... the short version of what's happening to me right now is something like this:
I think that about covers it.