Twenty Ought Seven

I've been a little slack in wrapping up the year on Jeopopolis – something to do with a certain marriage to a certain somebody – but now, above, is my third year-end collection of self-directed projects that, as I've mentioned previously, would never have been possible without sitting down and telling myself in the first place to get off my duff and create more. I forget sometimes about the beginnings of this place, created from the murkiness of a deep creative funk I had worked myself into a few years ago.

But over the course of 2007 I also found myself taking mild to heavy advantage of this blog's original goal (that to create something – anything – once a week). You may not have sensed it, but I have, quietly. Sometimes, life creeps in and steals away time that would previously have been spent with my efforts here. That's to be expected. But I need to steel myself and do even more, especially in the sketchbook. I do draw more than before this blog existed, however, the end product of all my drawing made it here to be posted. And, if you look at the grid above, there's perhaps a dozen illustrations or less – my entire drawing output for the year. So, while I don't necessarily set goals for myself often, one will be to sketch more. Not illustrate, but sketch.

There. I said it. Kinda cathartic, really. Now I need my butt kicked (Kerry said she'd do it, right in her wedding vows – no foolin'). Feel free to e-kick it, whenever I go a ways and don't show any sketches.

Click here, for access to a better look at the montage.