the guy in the library.

Sketchbook pen and ink drawings.

Ketchup mustard salt pepper.

Blue Moon Still Life.

Blue Moon Still Life.
Ink on paper.

Posted in art and tagged drawing, Ketchup mustard salt pepper., pen and ink, sketch, sketch book, sketchbook on November 20, 2016 by theguyinthelibrary. 4 Comments

"You gotta tell your story, boy. You know the reason why." --- Neil Young, Are You Ready For The Country, 1972.

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“Rank asked why the artist so often avoids clinical neurosis when he is so much a candidate for it because of his vivid imagination, his openness to the finest and broadest aspects of experience, his isolation from the cultural world-view that satisfies everyone else. The answer is that he takes in the world, but instead of being oppressed by it he reworks it in his own personality and recreates it in the work of art. The neurotic is precisely the one who cannot create—the “artiste-manque,” as Rank so aptly called him. We might say that both the artist and the neurotic bite off more than they can chew, but the artist spews it back out again and chews it over in an objectified way, as an external, active, work project. The neurotic can’t marshal this creative response embodied in a specific work, and so he chokes on his introversions. The artist has similar large-scale introversions, but he uses them as material.”

― Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

“Trauma is our special legacy as sentient beings, creatures burdened with the knowledge of our own impermanence, and our symbolic experience with it, is one of the things that separates us from the animal kingdom [sic]. As long as we exist, the universe will be scheming to wipe us out. The best we can do is work to contain the pain. Draw a line around it. Name it. Domesticate it, and try to transform what lays on the other side of that line into a kind of knowledge, a knowledge of the mechanics of loss that might be put to use for future generations.”

― David Morris, The Evil Hours.

“Most of our difficulties, our hopes, and our worries are empty fantasies. Nothing has ever existed except this moment. That’s all there is. That’s all we are. Yet most human beings spend 50 to 90 percent or more of their time in their imagination, living in fantasy. We think about what has happened to us, what might have happened, how we feel about it, how we should be different, how others should be different, how it’s all a shame, and on and on; it’s all fantasy, all imagination. Memory is imagination. Every memory that we stick to devastates our life.”

― Charlotte Joko Beck, Nothing Special

“Every man’s memory is his private literature.”

― Aldous Huxley

“All happy families resemble one another, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”

— Leo Tolstoy

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