After being away for a little while, The Daily Mobster has started up again with new gangsters! The stories and characters are ever growing. Be sure to head over and follow along and don’t be afraid to share! Just for fun, I have compiled all of them together below, so please enjoy!
(Be sure to read in a slow, grisly, proper voice)
E is for Edward, he’d be eighty eight, I say.
G is for Gorey, happy, happy Birthday.
Read The Gashlycrumb Tinies here.
What can I say?
It is your day.
If I could,
I suppose I would,
say it in a special way.
But who can do it better
with each and every letter
the way you say what you say?
Happy birthday to the man,
from all his friends and fans.
Learning and laughter you produce
so thank you, Dr. Seuss.
I sit back in my chair to look at my work and the tuner crackles slightly from my movement disrupting its signal, and my flow of work. That fat of my lower palm and the rounds of my knuckles shimmer from a sheen from a coating of graphite. The joints in my fingers sigh with relief as I let them from their crumpled, curled pose and the tip of my thumb throbs around an indentation left by a pen.
Although I deeply love my computer and the tools it has to offer, I can never seem to replace the raw energy it takes to create a drawing. The computer is clean and precise, and allows for infinite error correction. A master of perfection, a king of magic tools. There is something; however, raw and unfettered, real and with personality about the physical medium. It’s as if the thoughts flow out of the mind, through the nerves, out the fingers and directly through the pen. Nothing is sacred, no line is perfect. There is a bit of wobble in every stroke, an extra dot, too long of a line. Nothing seems to look quite right until you pull back from the final stroke and it finally takes on the life you had hoped. With the pencil or pen and paper at hand, comes a bit of uncertainty and acceptance. You direct the drawing a little one way, and it directs you a little this way. There is no undoing and no refining the line once it is on the paper. You have to be willing to accept where the drawing takes you; it is a bit like a wave. You direct the drawing a little one way, and it directs you a little this way.
Somehow in the end, it is never exactly what you wanted, but it is always exactly what you meant.