Imagine that in the past week or so I had written 7 posts about the Iranian protests wherein…
7 took longer than an hour to write, and 3 took longer than 4 hours.
2 contained long-winded summaries of U.S. – British- Iranian geopolitical history beginning with Mossadegh to the present day (the rest referenced these two)
1 diverged into a irrelevant speculation about how President McCain or Emperor Bush is handling the situation in an alternate reality
2 contained chauvinistic and crass comments about the author’s appreciation for the beauty of Persian women.
6 used at least one poorly thought out metaphor, including one inexplicable baseball metaphor.
6 excerpted or criticized mainstream opinion makers for their take
3 registered disdain, 6 sarcasm, 3 bad humor, 4 hope, and 2 praise.
4 contained long excerpts from media reports or other opinion makers, with added comments/criticism/thoughts of varying degrees of banality.
3 contained personal anecdotes including one with a shoot from the hip, conservative cab-driver, an Iranian gambler the author met at a Vegas casino and a classmate the author remembers from college who might have been from Iran.
5 had updates and corrections.
And none gave you something that you can’t find somewhere else.
Now we are all caught up and can rest easy until the next major news story begins its tilt-a-whirl tour through our media.
I know what you are thinking, where are the updates from your supposed artistic rebuilding? Well, there are no updates yet, and I am not giving any sneak previews. Please have patience. Show some self-control for crying out loud, you are an embarassment. I am in the process of destroying Scrappers, simultaneously making it more compelling and diluting the message with “flight of fancy, wonder if I can pull this off,” imagery and will post soon once completed. I have divined at least two workable ideas for new compositions while scrapping Scrappers. Art begets art. Nonetheless, I am almost embarrassed to have put Scrappers out there as a painting considering how raw and bare that piece was. I lose perspective when I am in the middle of a painting, once I step away for awhile I begin to appreciate how truly awful some pieces look. Yeesh.