I had a fascinating and educational day yesterday. What do you think YOU would do if, while staring peacefully and introspectively at some crappy artwork, a hand is firmly clamped over your mouth, your body is seized in place by some mysterious entity behind you, and a voice whispers in your ear, "Don't make a f*cking move".
Well, I found out what I would do: I would scream a muffled string of expletives, thrash around pathetically like a fish, and consider spitting into the hand, but not doing so because that would be grody. In other words, I would totally die. If there was a knife to my neck, anyway.
WHAT? What's this? Why didn't my dashing ninja moves kick in, where I wheel around and jump 20 feet in the air and land in a hurricane of claws and kicks? I'm pathetic. Fortunately, I still have time to hone these ninja skills, because my attacker was a friend of mine - the only interesting person at my art camp. When not trying to kill each other, we discuss video games like Pokemon, eat whatever free food is available, and ponder what the world could be like if wars were conducted within WOW. He seems criminally insane, too, but that's okay, because he's a good source of entertainment. Anyway, yesterday, we were trying to take our minds off the nude model we'd been previously drawing. Yeah. I really don't get WHY drawing naked people - IN PERSON, mind you - is such a staple of art.
Anyway, while I'm within a paragraph of the topic of videogames, I have an assignment for everyone who reads this:
BUY THE EXCELLENT GAME PSYCHONAUTS AND THEN BUY SHADOW OF THE COLOSSUS. Then play them. Then send me a fruit basket with a letter of sincere appreciation for my fine recommendations.
Thank you! See yooz!
Post Script:
I made MacSpinnington Hurtfordshire The First And Only last week at Glen Echo. He's a huggable li'l chula.
