Defining Self
What defines me?
a queer life; drugs, sex and isolation; race, money and social standing? lately i taken to listening to homo hop radio, simply for the inspiration of voices like my own.
Why i am only as personally constructive as i am at work vs home is another condition? I think i realize that i spend most of my days in and at a work enviorment thus i attempt to maximize that time creatively since i realize that my home time is mainly eat, cum and sleep..more or less in that order.
I'm not sure if this is a good life since i'm too busy essentialy running behind the creditors and other consumeristic life. I mean I do need things, like shoes, socks, records, books, art supplies, art itself..etc. etc.,
Is need a good word..perhaps i should say i want things, as is i am also working on more and more non physiclal consumption, by that, I think I am talking about the consumption of things that don't leave a physicla object in your pocession, like travel.
I've noticed that I only construst this blog at work though which was my original thought regarding the limits of my time.

I was tripping the other day, on another artist site,
a black artist by the name of belasco; we sort of met and knew each other for a minute, however, the gentleman is way famous for his art work unlike myself. And deserving? his fame is for him since his work is really incrediable and queer. I admire the pencil work he does of black guys a bit more than his character sketches; but there is no doubt his cartoons are erotic. I myself have actually jacked off to them on more than one occassion.
anyway, i pulled some links from his site that i should share as I found them to be really informative links..in an art to artist sence.
.....he says it is the site of a free boy from africa; his drawings are great, I only hoped to draw as many and as well the beauty of black men; the thing i liked most is the variedness of his models and styles, excellent work and a true inspiration for me; in fact, i went back into another site and pulled a bunch of pictures of black guys just to throw more blacks into my flickr.com site.
This effort didn't go too far since the site i used had a number of guys whom all seemed to be the same kind of guy; the 6 pack abs, the big arms, and tightly groomed hair; some after awhile didn't even look black if not for there skin color, since they all had the fairly straight nose, full mouths but not that large, and sharp chins. I was surprised to see so many black guys who all looked so similar.
I don't know why I don't draw more african male features; I suppose I'm way too snowed out in my life, and since being in san francisco these many years, I become way too polycultured in what i look at with regards to men; I mean, I do draw a awfull lot of asian, mexican, and or latin american men as well as dark europeans;
I suppose if i lived in africa, then blacknuss would be a bit more my primary focus? Or if I had been raised in predomanately black communities; but that is not the case for me; a product of amerika integration efforts since the 50's; seems i've always been around them other folks.
oh yeah, links...
speaking of non black specific art..but yes, still male..
I like the collection. It also inspired me with regards to my lines in pencil;
Who have i become
on one hand, i think my art has definitely improved; I've changed from being timid about what I wish to convey and to just doing what ever i feel; my lines have more confidence; perhaps since i started doing more and more sketches in pen I have felt less concerned for exact lines, thus i've reached a sort of figurative freedom, meaning all lines are part of the process;
on the other hand, I also think my art has reached a certain limitation__meaning I feel the need to get outside of what I know and attempt some'tings that i've never tried; perhaps i have simply reached a point where I no longer feel the work is just a practice, i.e., I now need to explore larger work, i.e., canvas, and within that more of a narrative;
like my life; i am no longer satisfied with the small pen and pencil sketches but rather throw paint around, freely, carelessly, with abandon;
but i remain in tiny conventional apartments, and I am afraid of damaging the property with the layers of mess that will result__currently, my canvas work remains in a closet, and i've been way too cheap about affording stretcher bars and more canvas as well as more paint; I think I should be buying paint by the buckets instead of tiny little tubes;
I have to break my own mold;
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