The most useful criticism in any art [form] is new work done with the same tools.
I was in the studio with “B” and he was like “all the stuff on the internet about music, comedy, art, etc. is like parents watching children play on a playground and being like ‘look at Susie sliding on that slide… what an idiot[.]’
A writer — and, I believe, generally all persons — must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource. All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.
A great look at comic book creation from notion to page.
n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.
He had caught a far other butterfly than this. When the artist rose high enough to achieve the beautiful, the symbol by which he made it perceptible to mortal senses became of little value in his eyes while his spirit possessed itself in the enjoyment of the reality.
Cover of Flock of Seagulls “Space Age Love Song” by the stellar Quantazelle.
Source: SoundCloud / quantazelle
This may be the closest thing to photographing someone’s memory over time that’s ever been done. Is this what a person really looks like in our heads—not one image but a melange of a few or a dozen or a hundred encounters?