I've had the same thought for several weeks now.
The voice inside my head (the creative one) has been asking:
How cool would it be to have a blog devoted to extemporaneous art?
And the answer is: pretty dag-gone cool.
Here's a true story:
I used to know an artist whose work I still admire from afar. One day she showed me a sketch of a beautiful woman who unfortunately had a messy, squiggling line scratched through her form. I told the artist how much I liked her drawing, and that it was too bad the body was obscured by the errant marks (I assumed that someone had carelessly scribbled on the creation). But the artist told me that if it hadn't been for the scribble, the drawing wouldn't exist. The beautiful woman was born out of the scrawl.
It took me a while to fully appreciate the sentiment. It's part of the reason I've decided to listen to the creative voice and start this project already. We'll see how it goes.
Today I watched Jean Cocteau's 1946 version of Beauty and the Beast. It is one of my favorite movies. Here is an image inspired by the film. It is of Belle, under the spell of the Beast's enchanted glove, climbing through the wall into her father's house.
