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Showing posts with label drugs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drugs. Show all posts
06 August 2010
21 April 2010
Day 111
"Boom and Bust"
I got high and played some Pictionary(tm) yesterday. My team (the stoned one) was doing pretty well most of the game. Actually, we were kicking ass. We had some telepathy going on. Then someone joined the sober team mid-game and messed with our energy and they made it halfway around the board to catch up to us. In all, we made a good account of ourselves.
But the act of drawing itself was pretty awesome. The lack of an internal critic definitely made it a lot easier to put stuff down on paper, and I feel a rekindled desire to doodle now in my everyday life. Thanks, marijuana!
I got high and played some Pictionary(tm) yesterday. My team (the stoned one) was doing pretty well most of the game. Actually, we were kicking ass. We had some telepathy going on. Then someone joined the sober team mid-game and messed with our energy and they made it halfway around the board to catch up to us. In all, we made a good account of ourselves.
But the act of drawing itself was pretty awesome. The lack of an internal critic definitely made it a lot easier to put stuff down on paper, and I feel a rekindled desire to doodle now in my everyday life. Thanks, marijuana!
02 February 2010
Day 33
It started as a moustache. Everything else radiated out from there.
I had no idea that I was going to draw a mustachioed man in a drug-induced stupor when I stepped into chemistry laboratory today. I think I originally intended to draw either my chemistry professor Dr. Nitsche, or the philosopher Nietzsche, both of whom wear mustaches. I made an error in the perspective of the drawing, causing our friend to end up on his knees in front of his favorite sitting chair. It's a habit of mine to doodle men sitting in armchairs and holding pipes, and most of them come out so-so in terms of perspective. But this time, that mistake led to the creation of something that I couldn't be more pleased with.
As soon as he was on his knees, it all clicked together: now I had a title for the book on the end table (The Doors of Perception by Aldous Huxley); now I could explain his vacant stare and dilated pupils; now I could interpret his holding onto the armrests as a drugged man's desperate attempt to clutch onto the reality that is rapidly slipping away.
From there, the embellishments just drew themselves. A drinking vessel, knocked over, it contents pooling on the parquet floor. What poison might this glass contain? A caged bird, quizzical in its unblinking, uncomprehending gaze. Is he a statement about free will, a mere object of the creator's whimsy? He does not know how to trouble himself with such thoughts.
I had no idea that I was going to draw a mustachioed man in a drug-induced stupor when I stepped into chemistry laboratory today. I think I originally intended to draw either my chemistry professor Dr. Nitsche, or the philosopher Nietzsche, both of whom wear mustaches. I made an error in the perspective of the drawing, causing our friend to end up on his knees in front of his favorite sitting chair. It's a habit of mine to doodle men sitting in armchairs and holding pipes, and most of them come out so-so in terms of perspective. But this time, that mistake led to the creation of something that I couldn't be more pleased with.
As soon as he was on his knees, it all clicked together: now I had a title for the book on the end table (The Doors of Perception by Aldous Huxley); now I could explain his vacant stare and dilated pupils; now I could interpret his holding onto the armrests as a drugged man's desperate attempt to clutch onto the reality that is rapidly slipping away.
From there, the embellishments just drew themselves. A drinking vessel, knocked over, it contents pooling on the parquet floor. What poison might this glass contain? A caged bird, quizzical in its unblinking, uncomprehending gaze. Is he a statement about free will, a mere object of the creator's whimsy? He does not know how to trouble himself with such thoughts.
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