Something ive been thinking about recently at night whislt at the drawing table and what probably is one of the biggest travestys in the art world is the lack of illustrated work on advertisments. Particulary for movie posters and book covers. I look back on the old Bond posters throughout the 60's, 70's ands 80's with a child like excitment. The amount of action, intriegue and of course the gorgously painted women still take my breath away and then i turn to what we have today. Really?
Following a detailed review of an abandoned newspaper I have identified a suitable position that will allow me virtually unrestricted access to the inner workings of a major commercial enterprise.
Also performed a “service” for the spot ridden teenage son next door ( Badger ). Assisted him in sorting out problems with their broadband connection. He was almost there, the plucky fellow, instructed him on the importance of encrypting their connection.
In my english class we are starting a poetry unit. We read a poem "You Bring Out the Mexican in Me" by Sandra Cisneros. We were assigned to write a poem in similar style. Here's what I wrote:
You bring out the artist in me
myself and I
The little kid, comic nerd
the yelling kid that's hardly heard.
You bring out the Pro in me
the inking man with pencils too
where would I be without you
Big erasers and small, small