I was drawing and I was tired, sluggish, but I couldn’t nap I had work to do; self-motivation and discipline, just like everything else. I wasn’t going to get out of this by trying to jump off my bed and sprain my ankle like in High School to get out of football practice. Ah, I could never go through with it. Just suck it up, that’s how it goes. But I’m out of shape, it’s like the beginning of double sessions, when you’ve done some light running and lifting over the summer, but you’re in no way in football shape. It’s like running 6 miles a day, but almost collapsing after 10 minutes of full court basketball. It’s different. I can think about my work, read for a few months and ideas develop but the act of drawing recedes skill-wise. You need to do it, keep up with it, and I’ve been slowly shaking the cobwebs off, noticing things again, communicating more clearly, like being with a new girl, it takes some getting used to, but if you just be yourself, everything ends up pretty smooth, communication just falls into place. Looking at Jim Dine, applying some tricks he reminded me of. Anyway, the wet is introduced (ink, watercolor, acrylic) and I have a whole new energy, a whole new freshness. The figures in the background weren't working out so I wiped them out with some acrylic, and extended the bar across the paper. It gave me a rush, just to wipe them out like that. They weren't working out and I wanted no trace of them. They were almost taunting me to get rid of them. And I said fuck you Jo-Boo, I do it myself.
"I function best when there is a response going on between myself and the canvas as though the canvas is alive and it’s another person making all sorts of suggestions, saying yes to this and no to that."
-Elmer Bischoff
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