Amuse me, I'm thinking too hard.
First up  ….  I say ready, and I got nothing — then something comes to me. Sometimes all you have to do is say you got nothing, for the inspiration to fall in your lap. It’s the open sesame of the mental cave, that, once opened, out tumbles all the ideas of purpose. That’s my angle and I’m sticking to it. I enjoy being near the edge of disastrous creating, where the art begins to take on a life of its own. Even when I am wrangling in the work through process, I am always surprised with the outcome.

Second … Using one point perspective is like putting a ruler to your intuitive process. I do like to see those invisible lines vanishing into the distance, but only in real life when they can change with every step. On paper it is annoyingly close to perfection. I also like to see  a rainbow around everything, kinda cool.

And there has to be third … An indelible snap of a man in my mental scrapbook. He could sort of, you know, place his hands on the carburetor of a running engine and sort of, you know, massage it and it would respond to him. It was his claim to manly mechanic fame.

Whatever you fear the most, is probably your best way to go.

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