Turtle Blast

I was all set to write something of intellectual merit today. I spent the better part of my morning scribbling notes beside throwaway sketches, thinking about art that demands to be handled like a piece of forensic evidence more than it demands to be “read.” Thinking about art, which, by its idiosyncratic physical character, asks for more than one’s hand on a comic-book spine or one’s feet on an invisible–but easily found–‘X’ some comfortable distance from a canvas and the wall that hosts it.

I don’t know what that machine does.
 
 
And then I drew this over the course of my lunch hour (adding the gradient but a few moments ago), and it derailed my brain. If I was thinking like an art historian for a little while, the only remnant of that fleeting focus may be found in the poorly drawn volutes capping the columns above (Ionic order, if that matters).
 
The alien blaster is an outmoded model for sure, as it appears to be attached to some kind of external generator.
 
All of this, save the gradient, was done with a brush pen. No sketching, and no digital corrections (I like it when that happens).
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About Jeff Mazurek

My name is Jeff. I am an introverted mumbler prone to fits of creativity. I run. I draw cartoons. I like fish and don't get my hair cut often enough. I am happily married to my wife Sara. She likes my hair short and tolerates my fondness for fish.
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