Momentary
When you lose a moment… it’s gone. It’s not the same. That’s why I carry my sketchbook with me everywhere. I have to get it down right away. Whatever it is.
When you lose a moment… it’s gone. It’s not the same. That’s why I carry my sketchbook with me everywhere. I have to get it down right away. Whatever it is.
I am always guilty of disrupting my mates moments. He will, pause in mid sentence to try and capture a thought, and I will mistakenly think he’s searching for a word and start supplying words that I think would finish his sentence. He doesn’t stop to explain until the thought is lost but by that time it’s too late. I try not to do that now that I’m aware of it, but it still happens far too often.
Guinness is one of my favorite beers. It’s like a meal though. If Rye can have a few, he’s a real party animal.
Pasha… I do the same thing in my sketch book. I have to catch something before it gets away… a face or a feeling or a written thought… I am pretty good at capturing a look or the gist of someone. Sometimes, I will say “hold that thought” while I do my thing. I live with a writer… we trained each other.
Jack… you can practically cut the stuff with a knife!
*Snort* Picasso and napkins…. 😛
Sketching is good, even for non-artists. (I have done an amazing amount of stuff on the back of tray liners at fast food restaurants….)
I like Guinness, room temperature, and allowed to outgas for a few minutes before drinking. 🙂
The Auld Grump
Grump… Picasso paid his bar bills with doodles on napkins. He had a lot of moxie, too. He thought very highly of himself… I can see it now…”Surely this squiggle will by my bill several times over.”