So much for striking out on my own 'Who needs a poncy art
tutor...', 'pah, what a waste of money...'- words of a fool that have come back
and burned - I have drifted sans direction or structure. Lesson learnt: don't
trust your own arrogance. Never.
In fact, if truth were told, I would not be typing, save the encouraging words of one Louis Gilman. Here’s his blog -
Louis, please take a bow...http://thebadearl.wordpress.com/.
More than apologies and gratuities (which in basic maths is
the square-root of excuse-point-intemperate-self-approbation) I am
writing to update you on my failure (but just in an artistic sense as I
cant be bothered with all the other stuff). This game is hard.
Last time round I promised investigations! Boasted bold
claims of structured dissection of my friend’s artistic methods...! If
truth were told, this was a rubbish idea. And, at best, a swing in the dark.
Henceforth, no more wild promises, delusions
of grander or etc. The quick is where I'm at, and I got a switchblade
(aka pallet knife), an attitude and no discernible talent or skill.
