Late last night I hovered in that awful, uncomfortable zone between being asleep and being totally awake.
It is the time when reslessness takes over and bad ideas are born and nurtured. These thoughlets that can go in any particular direction, but mostly skew between very bad or very good.
In other words, a single, poorly conceived thoughtlet during this delicate time can lead to one of two things: artistic genius of epic proportions, or a policeman's hand splayed on the side of your head, forcing you to duck as you slide into the back of a cruiser.
Strangely, I first had the overwhelming urge to bang away on a drum set, specifically the drum line from The Hives' "Hate to say I told you so". Have I ever even played the drums? NO. Do I even have a drum set? NO. But it didn't stop me from desperately wanting to do it.
After rolling through songs on my iPod and about a million home shopping network adverts, my muse flickered to life. And what did the bitch bring me?
*ding ding ding ding ding*
"Why don't I draw a totally innacurate Manga representation of myself, scan it, and make it the new layout for my myspace page!"
So once again I pulled out my iPod because I needed music. I put on my glasses. I hunted around for a pencil for nearly an hour and eventually was rewarded, then I found an art pad that had a lot of chicken scrawl fast food pick up lists but only about three empty pages. But I was ready.
A few notes for the artists around here. Manga? Not as easy as it looks. Extremely deceptive. And the eyes can be extraordinarily expressive, but are crazy hard to get exactly right.
Somewhere between the line of a brow and the rolling waves of hair, I got the strange urge to ask the husband an utterly ridiculous question. At the time it was not such a bizarre inquiry. Now it seems other-dimensional, espesh since it took place when we were on the phone, less than 20 feet away from each other.
Sidenote: This "I'm not going to go upstairs/downstairs, I'm just going to call you on the intercom phone" is swiftly becoming an unhealthy fetish. Must kick the habit. Now.
*calls phone upstairs in husband's lair. Because he's up at 3 a.m.-ish too.*
"Honeybunny, I have a really bizarre and somewhat stupid question for you."
"If Manga is printed Japanese art and Anime is Japanese animation, how does Hentai come into play?"
*pause, throat clearing* "Hentai is just Hentai. And there are not a lot of Hentai movies. And Hentai is weird and pretty devious, with girls with eyeballs in their.....(censored)."
"Really? Huh." *pause* "So, uh, what about Bukkake?"
Partial satisfaction achieved.
I turned up the volume on my pod and wailed away. I abandoned the pencil and went for the pen.
I like to draw with pen. It's kind of a do-or-die situation. Everything has to be just right or it's scrapped. I would imagine that if someone put a gun to my temple and told me to draw an awesome representation of a small Indonesian child in a skiff with towering skyscrapers in the background, I could pull it off. Ace it.
And somewhere in the midst of all this madness, I came up with a mini playlist,. Why? because I know, deep down, that at least one other person on this big rock of dirt and saltwater is on a late night Manga bender as well. And they just might need some music to draw chins to.
Ice Cube -- Bop Gun -- 10 minute version (Too slow. Sorry, Funkateers.)
Slow -- Kylie Minogue (No explanation necessary)
Brass Monkey -- Beastie Boys (too unstable, too stopstart, too just, UUUGGHH!)
ACDC -- Hell's Bells (ummm -- Hells, no.)
The Blazin' Squad -- Flip Reverse (Oh, goodness. It's bad enough that I'm admitting I have this song on my iPod, let alone listening to it. Too daft and totally weak. If you're a Brit, you know exactly what I mean).
Made of WIN
Gwen Stefani -- What U Waiting For (just rapid and weird enough to inspire)
LL Cool J -- Mama said knock you out (Great for curving lines. Who knew?)
Britney Spears -- Toxic (This works. I don't know why, but it does. Guilty pleasure X 10)
The Dandy Warhols -- Bohemian like you (faux Rolling Stones tune delivers the goods. News at 11)
The Black-Eyed-Peas -- Pump it (LOVE IT. LOVE IT. LOVE IT)
Oh yes, there are more, but I shall keep those for another day. And my myspace page is still blank, because faux-awesome unrepresentative myspace background portrait is a work in progress. And I spilled coffee on my notepad, so suckage ensued. But as soon as I finish this Manga girl in my mind, I'll post it here. Trustess.
Current Mood: artistic
What I'm listening too: I'm starved - what's for dinner?