"I knew nothing, and I persisted in the faith that the time of cruel miracles was not past."
— Stanislaw Lem, Solaris
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Monday, May 2nd, 2005
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Last Thursday's entry was belated, but I got
it in over the weekend. I'm still at work on the other projects, so I am presenting two bits of ephemera produced
at the Morristown Diner.
The man to the left started as the scribbly curve that makes up his left eye (left from the viewer's point of view).
I had no idea at that point what I wanted to draw, but that scribble looked like an eye, so I took that direction.
Each decision from there was based on how the previous element had turned out. This is a face I had never seen before,
and while I can perceive some points of resemblance to people I've met, such points were not consciously intended. |
I started drawing this thing to the right at its top; it began as a set of rose curves and spread down,
and I had the intent of continuing it by adding curvy organic lines. As I drew the center section, I realized that it
was starting to look like female genitalia, and while I have no objection to drawing such, I wanted to try for something
alien with this drawing. So I started adding additional elements, which had the effect of making it look
even more like what I was trying to avoid. I finished with the checkered pattern at the bottom, which, as Laura observed,
makes it look like it's humping a waffle. At that point I gave up; it is what it is. I have named it "Plunt."
Until!
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