I work for Nietzsche.
According to some people, I now work for Nietzsche. Well, as long as it isn’t Rasputin.
Art process and new beginnings
I’ve finally found the imagery that I will paint for my first painting of 2010. I’m appropriating it from the television. But it will be painted in acrylic, and possibly use some sharpie pens as well. There I’ve said it. I’ve now typed it out loud which means a canvas will be painted. Go me!
There are 3 parts to this video, although I was only able to find the first part. Definitely she deserves a medal. Or, an education. Which she apparently got.
MAKING ART IS DIFFICULT. We leave drawings unfinished and stories unwritten. We do work that does not feel like our own. We repeat ourselves. We stop before we have mastered our materials, or continue on long after their potential is exhausted. Often the work we have not done seems more real in our minds than the pieces we have completed. And so questions arise: How does art get done? Why, often, does it not get done? And what is the nature of the difficulties that stop so many who start?
— David Bayles & Ted Orland - Art & Fear: Observations on the perils (and rewards) of ARTMAKING.
None of this exists in real life. Well, some of it does, but it was modeled and rendered in 3d. So technically what you are viewing hasn’t existed. Coming from a background in 3d animation I can assure you dear reader that what you are seeing is some mighty fine ambient occlusion, depth of field and global illumination.
The eldest cat of the household had the right idea. It’s currently 19 degrees out and dropping. Sleeping wrapped in a comforter is really the only way to go. In the age of VPN I continually ask myself why do I leave the house on days like this.
Eminent Disaster, or, Hanging on the edge of happening.
The title says it all.
But, there is more to be said, explained, and thought about.
The name of the site came about just the other day as I was having a conversation with an old friend. We had met for lunch to catch up on life and decided since it’d basically been a year we ought to celebrate this lunch with a round of ice cream at the end.
So, off we went to the nearest mall that had an ice cream shop. Java chip apparently suited us both. I’d think this odd, but I think the fact that we share a Zodiac sign probably played into it. The minor difference, however, was I ordered mine in a cup. Hers, in a cone.
Ice cream in a cone? Eminent disaster. The ice cream sits there perched in it’s cone all precarious like. Once you have it in hand you are committed. You can’t even set it down! They most often they come to a point. Although, even the flat bottomed cones are unable to stand on their own due to the weight of the ice cream on top. You are forced to eat it. Or let it melt, fall, or otherwise deal with the eminent disaster. Such sweet deliciousness, coupled with doom hinging on your ability to eat at a pace set by nature.
Such are the goals of this website. I have ideas, plans, and things I’d like to do with this site. They encompass passions, hobbies, and general web mayhem. Add in a dash of politics and well, you have eminent disaster. So, seeing as it’s a whole brand new year. 2010. I’ve opted to start the web equivalant of an my own personal ice cream cone. It may be delicious. It may melt all over my hands, arms, and face. It may even topple over and go splat upon the rocky reality that is the internet these days. It is www.eminentdisaster.com . Come one, come all. The disaster is hanging on the edge of happening.
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