12 February 2007

This Has No Title Because I Can't Think One Up Except Possibly 'Losing My Stripes' Which Makes Little Sense In The Obscurest Possible Way...




I'm still struggling for momentum (largely thanks to citalopram which might also be responsible for my will to live) but I managed this - my second go with bristol-board and a chance to try out some new drip-pen nibs and holders. I thought I was doing one thing but now I think I'm not and I'm going to let it take me to wherever it wants to go.

Otherwise, the good news is that long standing blog friend Coup De Vent has reappeared - yay! I'm hoping that the bad news is old news.

Oh, and seeing as it worked so well when Natalie tried it, if anybody fancies buying, mentioning and/or reviewing my book, I'll be very very grateful.

Finally, if you can explain the little sense 'Losing My Stripes' makes I might just give you a prize.

Cheerio...

7 comments:

Natalie said...

I love this strip, Dem, as always when you draw what's on your mind/heart/soul/body. More please, coax that imp....(etus)
out of its hiding place.
Losing your stripes, my interpretations:
1. As in leopard losing spots? Maybe your wild self is feeling tamed?
2. A favourite striped jumper lost its stripes in the wash?
3. You've drawn a barrier using invisible ink and it feels like a real barrier and shows up as stripes on your jumper even though it's not real, it's only ink.
The solution is to draw everything you think, in visible ink, then the barrier will be removed.

Dem said...

Heyup Natalie -

as that irish fellah who used to present catchphrase would say "it's good but it's not right..."

The title refers to something going on the strip. I will do more of this as and when it forms itself in me ead but I'm off to Finland next Wednesday so obviously I won't do much drawing them.

CdV said...

Hi Dem, thanks for the welcome back. That's really nice.

That myth of writer's block is a block in itself. Natalie's write, oops, I mean right. Draw everything you see but don't call it drawing. Call it thumb printing or gobbing or mark making, whatever.

Everything has its time. Wondering why or why not is draining.

CdV said...

PS I didn't realise that You Too have published your work on Lulu! I will order one forthwith. And immediately.

Inconsequential said...

Well, look at that, I have a busy week, and don't check in on your blog, and what happens! You post, twice!

Well, maybe the answer is for me not to come here anymore, and then you'll do loads of cool stuff...

Nah...


Starting and not finishing you say.
I know that. I know it well.
On my bookcase, right next to me now, are about 50 scraps of paper with hastily scribble beginnings on, some only need a line or two to finish 'em...
Every now and then, I grab a few and chuck 'em into word and drag and drop bits of them around, and make a cut-up of my own work...
Don't think that'd work for an artist though...

Losing your stripes?
You used to be a sergeant, but got demoted back to private...
You are no longer dictating the direction of work, but letting the work go with the flow?

Dem said...

Heyup CdV - it's nice to read your comments here again after so long. I misread your comment at first and thought you were saying that block was a myth - the perils of reading quickly. I haven't actually been blocked - I have loads of ideas and projects I could be working on. For whatever (combination of) reason(s), I've been unable to build up momentum with any/everything. Start the day with the best intentions and an endless plain of hours to fill then suddenly it's bedtime without a scratch on a page. Maybe I've got over that now, for now. I hope you enjoy the book.

Hey Inc - I'm glad you stopped by. I have boxes of old ideas like that. I raid them periodically, when I really am stuck for ideas. Thing is, I'm not stuck for ideas just now - it's momentum, impetus, drive that I have been stuck for and hopefully am not stuck for any more.

Even though nobody has come close to my very prosaic and boring explanation for the title yet I'm really glad I aske dbecause it's produced some brilliant answers, some brilliant thinking. If nobody has got close by the time I get back from Finland (fly out 21/2, back 26/2) I'll reveal the answer to my baited breath gaggle of GoG-readers...

Dem said...

Ooh, I just realised that I never revealed the secret of the title. I wonder if anybody will notice an extra comment here? Let me know and if nobody lets me know I'll have to do my reveal more revealingly.

Anyroad.

The answer is....

(drumroll...)

It's because my jumper has fewer stripes as the story progresses - ie starts with four black stripes, finish with just one.

Sorry!