To say this is child’s play speaks only to the content. This is one of my rare attempts to draw children, and it is modestly successful. It is a sketch in markers and color pencils from earlier in the month. A bit overworked, but I like it.
My scanner is down and I’ve been working again after a long lay-off, so I haven’t been posting like I want to. I’m back to drawing every day, though, so that’s the good news. Here are a few drawings from back in December–photos since the scanner is caput–more Forrest Bondurant. I hope all you Tom Hardy fans will enjoy his baggy sweater finery. And yes, with his hands in his pockets, you know he’s getting ready with the brass knuckles. Not that he’s an aggressive guy, but he will protect his rights and his own. Gotta love Forrest.
You can learn a lot of lessons from Forrest Bondurant, Tom Hardy’s character in Lawless—
And so much more.
Meanwhile, I’ve been busy learning to draw Tom Hardy–and that is its own reward.
Werner Heisenberg is speeding down the road and a cop pulls him over. The cop says “Sir, do you have any idea how fast your were going?”
Heisenberg says “No, but I know exactly where I am.”
Happy Birthday, Herr Heisenberg!
Against all the odds, I’ve just won my seventh NaNoWriMo. It feels so fucking good! What a slog this one was. There was zero prep: no plot, one guy with character notes, the voice of a female narrator, but nothing else. What it meant was two weeks of non-stop exploration: hearing voices in a darkened room, finding out who they belonged to and what they wanted, and trying to turn the lights on bit by bit to discover the world they inhabited. All fueled by a 40 song playlist I built on YouTube including Amy Winehouse, David Bowie, Danzig, Neil Young, Don Omar, Railroad Earth. Macklemore and Lady Gaga, among others. (Yeah, it was that kind of story.)
After this time together, I truly-deeply love Romie, Donnie and all their friends: Mom, Bert, Lucy, Preston Gowan, Lothar Tucker, Leon, Spider, DeShay Carter, Toni, Ronette, Audrey and Dad, Rosa Rivera and all the boys at the Juliet.
I’m going to take a few days to resume normal living with a side helping of gloating. Thanks to those who cheered me on.
In the end, I couldn’t help myself. I haven’t done National Novel Writing Month (aka NaNoWriMo, or NaNo for short) since 2011, and with the memory of how difficult that one was (for no obvious reason) and how emotionally exhausting my work life was after that point, it was easy enough to just stay well enough out of it. And I don’t write as much as I used to. But every November I miss the excitement of it in a nostalgic way. This year one of my writer friends decided to do it, and it really made me think….
I did have notes for a character I wanted to use someday, but I never envisioned him as a protagonist, which meant I needed at least one other person. And there is no plot. So, stealthily, I began writing on November 1st, not much, but I began. I didn’t sign up though; my creative energy was very low, few ideas formed, and nothing was flowing, no spark. How could I a commitment I’d only fail at? I know myself well enough to see that a failure this year might keep me away forever. So I waited.
The days rolled by and I got a few words here and there, but I had no big ideas, no plot, characters just mindlessly going through motions….until yesterday. Yesterday, I started to make connections, understand something about my characters’ secrets and strong images began to form. So I signed up. Thousands and thousands of words behind, but I signed up. The working title is Beautiful Dreamer and seems to be about a naive girl with a ridiculous vision of her future and the troubled man she thinks can make it happen for her. Now I’ve got to make the story happen. I have the time, if not the energy, but I’m going for it. Wish me luck.
Look at these posters…are you feeling the thrills yet?
I’ve found two B-films recently that really excite me; Graft! (1931) and Ladies Crave Excitement (1935). There’s something special about both of them, in spite of the obvious drawbacks in their productions values. Graft! even comes with a built-in exclamation point–you just know it’s going to be good. And it is, in a funny way. A young reporter craves a real story to sink his teeth into and accidentally stumbles into a corruption plot that implicates the mayor. Sure, the chase scene seems to loop the same Santa Monica block about 5 times while supposedly headed in a beeline for “downtown,” and the lead actors laugh their way through their lines like they’re having too much fun to be serious, but it’s got Boris Karloff in a bit part, damn it! Best of all is the intro scene, which outdoes His Girl Friday (1940) for exciting tracking shots through a busy newsroom. I wish I knew who blocked that; maybe the director Christy Cabanne or the DP Jerome Ash. Anyway, it’s exciting and worth seeing if you can find a copy.
The focus of Ladies Crave Excitement is the 1930s newsreel business and a wealthy (and ambitious) young woman whose father won’t let her work in his company, so she teams up with his competitor to present a blockbuster new idea. In both of these movies, there’s something genuinely winning about the aw, shucks expectation that talent and daring will get you ahead. (It helps if the boss’s secretary is only your side as Esther Ralston is in Ladies.) The highlight of this film is the early film and newsreel production footage and a humorous chase scene at the end.
It ain’t art, folks, but it’s fun and it makes you feel good about the chances in life. If only…
Cohle is my favorite character from True Detective (Season 1), so I couldn’t resist drawing him again. Just at this moment, crazy Reggie Ledoux is telling him that all life is a flat circle, which can’t mean much to him–unless he’s a fan of Nietzsche already and he may be. Considering his attention is on Marty’s whereabouts, possible assailants and covering their nutso suspect, it’s amazing that 17 years later, he remembers this. But that’s Cohle for you–he misses nothing.