My Drawring

[mgb]

What do you think?

http://intpcentral.com/uploads/a_picture.JPG

It's a person and he is wearing a jersey.

[Lee]

*silence*

[mgb]

If you look closely he is looking to his right. That's your left.

[garak]

No Lee's left isn't any fucking one elses, stupid assjerk

[LuridLemur]

Can I buy a print?

[philonightmare]

What team is he supporting?

[waxwing]

We must have a mutual friend. You definitely captured his essence.

[Last Song]

I quite like it. I'm not sure if it was intentional, but there is some off-centre stuff creating a feeling of imbalance. Example is the smile pushed up toward the character's right (our left), as well as the neck which seems to join a bit to the character's right instead of in the middle between the shoulders.

I'm not quite sure if it is meant to say anything about the personality of the character, or if it just perspective (perhaps the character is standing on a slight angle, or neck turned?). Or perhaps it is representing the character not fitting in, or feeling unsure of themself ... and maybe the smile is being 'put on' to hide this feeling? Was this based on a type?

I can't decide if it seems the character is smiling at something specific (a person or object in the direction he is looking), or if the smile is at a thought with him looking sort of into space.

What were you trying to create with this? I'm probably way off. I like it anyway.

[Lee]

*silence broken*

I am awestruck.... genius.

[Kotuku]

Last songs atavar http://www.intpcentral.com/forums/image.php?u=146&dateline=1115111195
Last songs sig.
"I play sports... no I don't, what the fuck"

The n00b of Curveball.

Zedo lives. Suckers.

Real Nu Tau

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

I see you have purloined Clavers atavar...


I was just pondering the abruptly changed style of Clavers writing (especially the signature quotes) & contemplating whether he had suddenly flipped from the pressures of being an admin.

I finally clicked :blink:

[Last Song]

What are you suggesting?

Last Song :ph34r:

[Star]

What are you suggesting?

Last Song :ph34r:
I wanna have your abortion.

[Last Song]

It's yours.

Last Song :ph34r:

[indie]

Very interesting. It seems to personify the childhood of pre-2000 suburban life. . . Whimsical and lackadasical, the character posesses an oblivious aura of indifference and even conceit with that lopsided grin.

His jersey number is quite profound and subtle. His thick pudgy hands seem to represent the growing obesity of disenchanted suburbanites. In addition, the jersey seems to represent the noncommitment of wanna-be jocks who are not athletic, but that wish to fit in with whatever clique happens to be popular at his local suburban high school.

Finally, the simple shoes of this character speak volumes about his personality. They say you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their shoes.

[Crazy]

Fascinating.

[waxwing]

Thought-provoking, Indiejade.

I have to argue a few points with you, though. His glance askew seems to suggest that he is not at home in his own body. I’m almost certain that he is suffering from some kind of dissociation. The number, 42, can be taken on various levels, I agree, but I must admit that my first thought was of a young man questioning such fundamental axioms as “2 + 2 = 4.” He appears to have wisdom beyond his years, evidenced by the symbolic receding hair line and hands that have perhaps begun to lose dexterity. Hand tremor, yes. While I acknowledge your point about wishing to fit in with the popular clique, he seems far too removed from himself to even care about being popular. Then, you may ask: Why the jersey, the complacent grin? Perhaps he once played a sport himself and is recalling when he was young and agile of mind and body, when he believed such absurdities as "2 + 2 = 4."

[jread]

That is an example of artistic genious if I've ever seen it. I think that giving it the look of something drawn by a younger person only adds to the depth of the work. We have all been at this akward stage in life, where the social pressures to conform and be a "team player" were overwhelming. This character seems to represent the "alone in a crowd" idea.

Could you please email or PM me some more of your work?

[file cabinet]

not so long ago I found a piece of paper crumbled on the floor. i closed my eyes and crushed it in my hand. the emotions were so deep, so heartfelt, I didn't know how to react. a piece of paper? no! a piece of my soul crumpled up, torn, dirty and disgusting. i was speaking with a friend a friend about your masterpiece, and i couldn't help but wonder, what am i doing with my life? who is this person in the picture? why did it touch me so much? it has haunted me since that moment. i have seen some of the replies to this thread, some of them humorous, while others are deep and thought provoking like Lee's first reply. it sends a chill down my spine like someone is calling out to me. who calls! dare I say, it is the artist, speaking to me, begging me.. he wants money! he is so poor, i can see it in the sad look in the character, Arnold Schwarzenegger's, eyes. his eyes peer outward / sideways and upward to a world beyond your own understanding. is there a god mr. Schwarzenegger? is that what you're trying to say, i'm really not sure. i dialed the operator to try to figure out this mess but she asked me if i was having an asthma attack. they say a picture can speak a 1000 words but your image..I see more, I see 1000^10000 words calling out to me! shouting at me! saying words such as "cunt" or "fake(?) suicde" or "erotic harry potter fanfic" or "manacoti and ham bread" -- what does it all mean mgbradsh-- Please, dont' say anything, it is all so self-exclamatory like the letter B. i have measured the width of your image, 192x149 and multiplied it to receive 28,608 and factored it to get 2, 2, 2, 2, 2,2, 3 and.. 149. 149. 149! although not quite the meaning of life like the number 42 it is what i believe to be the meaning of love. love.. yes, love. that feeling i get my hands when they jiggle from drinking so much water. a poweful and dangerous emotion which flies like a dinosaur over all of us. i have noticed the incredible shading techniques you have implemented whether you were taught this or you learned on your own, it symbolizes the inherent flaws in humanities.. all the different shades we have whether Pink or a Puke-ish hue. like my friends in the yukon say, "the shades are varying colors" .. there really is an underlying theme in all things we see and experience.. like when walking your dog, Dog, and you bring your dog to the park and he just starts shitting everywhere, woe is my soul. it woes beyond the green pastures of the cold and icy deserts of arizona. you have stated Arnold is wearing a jersey. a beautiful jersey with elaborate whitespace and a strange symbol centered on his chest. do you belief in nazism? i most certainly do. i believe that symbol to be a swastika. you are one of my brothers. i had sensed throughout all this time of you being a member of htis place. every post you've made was building up to this.. the climax.. the wonderous top of the world as they sometimes say. His hair, his beautiful red hair. it caresses his cheek like a cat caressing a litter box.. soft.. no! elegant.. your image extends your soul to me and i feel it, brother, i feel it.

[waxwing]

not so long ago I found a piece of paper crumbled on the floor. i closed my eyes and crushed it in my hand. the emotions were so deep, so heartfelt, I didn't know how to react. a piece of paper? no! a piece of my soul crumpled up, torn, dirty and disgusting. i was speaking with a friend a friend about your masterpiece, and i couldn't help but wonder, what am i doing with my life? who is this person in the picture? why did it touch me so much? it has haunted me since that moment. i have seen some of the replies to this thread, some of them humorous, while others are deep and thought provoking like Lee's first reply. it sends a chill down my spine like someone is calling out to me. who calls! dare I say, it is the artist, speaking to me, begging me.. he wants money! he is so poor, i can see it in the sad look in the character, Arnold Schwarzenegger's, eyes. his eyes peer outward / sideways and upward to a world beyond your own understanding. is there a god mr. Schwarzenegger? is that what you're trying to say, i'm really not sure. i dialed the operator to try to figure out this mess but she asked me if i was having an asthma attack. they say a picture can speak a 1000 words but your image..I see more, I see 1000^10000 words calling out to me! shouting at me! saying words such as "cunt" or "fake(?) suicde" or "erotic harry potter fanfic" or "manacoti and ham bread" -- what does it all mean mgbradsh-- Please, dont' say anything, it is all so self-exclamatory like the letter B. i have measured the width of your image, 192x149 and multiplied it to receive 28,608 and factored it to get 2, 2, 2, 2, 2,2, 3 and.. 149. 149. 149! although not quite the meaning of life like the number 42 it is what i believe to be the meaning of love. love.. yes, love. that feeling i get my hands when they jiggle from drinking so much water. a poweful and dangerous emotion which flies like a dinosaur over all of us. i have noticed the incredible shading techniques you have implemented whether you were taught this or you learned on your own, it symbolizes the inherent flaws in humanities.. all the different shades we have whether Pink or a Puke-ish hue. like my friends in the yukon say, "the shades are varying colors" .. there really is an underlying theme in all things we see and experience.. like when walking your dog, Dog, and you bring your dog to the park and he just starts shitting everywhere, woe is my soul. it woes beyond the green pastures of the cold and icy deserts of arizona. you have stated Arnold is wearing a jersey. a beautiful jersey with elaborate whitespace and a strange symbol centered on his chest. do you belief in nazism? i most certainly do. i believe that symbol to be a swastika. you are one of my brothers. i had sensed throughout all this time of you being a member of htis place. every post you've made was building up to this.. the climax.. the wonderous top of the world as they sometimes say. His hair, his beautiful red hair. it caresses his cheek like a cat caressing a litter box.. soft.. no! elegant.. your image extends your soul to me and i feel it, brother, i feel it.
The power of art, my friends. The power of emotion. Deep, brother. Deep. Reminds me of my own inner battles. Brings me back to the poetry of Song of Solomon. My "first time." The look on my dog's face when I tell her, "good girl." The way she speaks to me without words. The pure unadulterated bliss of knowing onself. Truly knowing. The way that someone's brush with death (or use of a paintbrush) can bring me closer to ideals of love and death. Even conflict resolution. This is where it's at. The spilling of emotion in response to an emotionally charged work of art. Today: We begin a journey. We better ourselves. We benefit humanity. It all starts with this drawing.

[coffeezombie]

You have very good artistic talent for an 8-year old.

Well, you're a better artist than me, anyway.

[indie]

Thought-provoking, Indiejade.

I have to argue a few points with you, though. His glance askew seems to suggest that he is not at home in his own body. I’m almost certain that he is suffering from some kind of dissociation. The number, 42, can be taken on various levels, I agree, but I must admit that my first thought was of a young man questioning such fundamental axioms as “2 + 2 = 4.” He appears to have wisdom beyond his years, evidenced by the symbolic receding hair line and hands that have perhaps begun to lose dexterity. Hand tremor, yes. While I acknowledge your point about wishing to fit in with the popular clique, he seems far too removed from himself to even care about being popular. Then, you may ask: Why the jersey, the complacent grin? Perhaps he once played a sport himself and is recalling when he was young and agile of mind and body, when he believed such absurdities as "2 + 2 = 4."

*nods*

I can definitly see the dissociation in his eyes, I believe you are correct.

Perhaps it is not a recedinghairline, but one of new growth. Perhaps he has shaved his head and bleached it in an attempt to "fit in" with the social norms of his peers, and it is only now beginning to grow back. . . in pre-2000 suburbia, the normal mode of social dynamics of jersey-wearing wanna-be jocks is to copy each other, if I'm not mistaken. Perhaps the dissociation he conveys is a true epiphany as a result of ponderance of his decision to conform. I see that he regrets it, as much as he has regretted anything ever, in his life. For the first time he realizes that he is an individual, and so . . .he smiles.

[waxwing]

*nods*

I can definitly see the dissociation in his eyes, I believe you are correct.

Perhaps it is not a receding hairline, but one of new growth. Perhaps he has shaved his head and bleached it in an attempt to "fit in" with the social norms of his peers, and it is only now beginning to grow back. . . in pre-2000 suburbia, the normal mode of social dynamics of jersey-wearing wanna-be jocks is to copy each other, if I'm not mistaken. Perhaps the dissociation he conveys is a true epiphany as a result of ponderance of his decision to conform. I see that he regrets it, as much as he has regretted anything ever, in his life. For the first time he realizes that he is an individual, and so . . .he smiles. I suppose you too may be correct in your interpretation of what I originally thought was a receding hairline. Upon further consideration, I wonder if we may use recede in the archaic sense of the word. Perhaps thinking of his receding hairline as a symbol of recession (i.e. difference, variation) would help us arrive at a more holistic explanation of who this young man is. Who is he, no only in some objective sense, but in light of the "drawing" he shows to the world? I see recession vs. progression, as you have implied in the possibility that he has shaven his hair and bleached it, and thus, admit that my previous interpretation lacked substance and foresight. I think you've said it very well. Jersey-wearing wanna-be jocks do, in fact, aim to copy each other. I would dare say, however, that it is not only the normal mode, as you note, but the normal code (i.e. code of folkways and mores)by which adolescents knee-deep in suburbia live, speak, play, and make any attempt to connect with their peers. That said, his smile does seem to strongly insinuate a contentment of sorts, if not in the decision he has made to conform, than at least in his embarking on a new journey. It appears that he has begun to release the chains that have prevented him from knowing himself. The chains, it seems, have not only been created by societal pressure, but by the power of his fragile mind and the fears therein. Finally, in the interim, I have been pondering his title, "My Drawring." It has now become compellingly evident that he has chosen this title purposefully. Draw-ring. A ring has no end-points. In a literary sense, I think it is plausible to say that he is employing apostrophe. Can we assume that he is the ring about which he draws, even exists?

[Crazy]

Can you not see that this man, this "drawring" is only a facade, an outer shell of an empty soul. Standing with his feet together, hands at his sides, and the expression on his face, you can see he is ashamed, feeling unworthy, but putting on a smile to the world. He is hidden and complicated, trying to fit in, so as not to stand out and be discovered as the fraud he is. And look at how wide his eyes are, he is obviously trying to see the world, without being noticed himself. Notice the lack of symetry, this man feels unbalanced, uneven, something is off, and he is confused as to what it is. He is looking for life, for discovery, for peace for his soul, but he is falling apart, losing himself as he tries to fit with others. My heart goes out to this lost, confused jersey-wearer, and yet, I abhor him, for his facade exposes my own.

[TPol]

Your study of Mr. Bill's self-portrait. Plain as day. Excellent likeness.

[philonightmare]

Can you not see that this man, this "drawring" is only a facade, an outer shell of an empty soul. Standing with his feet together, hands at his sides, and the expression on his face, you can see he is ashamed, feeling unworthy, but putting on a smile to the world. He is hidden and complicated, trying to fit in, so as not to stand out and be discovered as the fraud he is. And look at how wide his eyes are, he is obviously trying to see the world, without being noticed himself. Notice the lack of symetry, this man feels unbalanced, uneven, something is off, and he is confused as to what it is. He is looking for life, for discovery, for peace for his soul, but he is falling apart, losing himself as he tries to fit with others. My heart goes out to this lost, confused jersey-wearer, and yet, I abhor him, for his facade exposes my own.

I agree. This image evoked something, a deep spark within my soul, and I can feel the chasm overtaking my heart when I'm not three clicks away from such a masterful work to remind me of how superficial this world is.

The artist has yet to answer my question. Perhaps by his lack of response I should assume he is playing for whatever team I most want him to play for. *sigh* But hearing the genius speak of his art would be more satisfying.

[mgb]

I agree. This image evoked something, a deep spark within my soul, and I can feel the chasm overtaking my heart when I'm not three clicks away from such a masterful work to remind me of how superficial this world is.

The artist has yet to answer my question. Perhaps by his lack of response I should assume he is playing for whatever team I most want him to play for. *sigh* But hearing the genius speak of his art would be more satisfying.

What can I say? After I post it, it's hardly "my" artwork anymore. Every person that looks at it has more ownership over it than I could ever claim to.

[philonightmare]

What can I say? After I post it, it's hardly "my" artwork anymore. Every person that looks at it has more ownership over it than I could ever claim to.

*bows* The genius speaks! What a noble gesture.

[PsiKik]

At first I regarded your picture as nothing more than a
pixel-doodle. Later I asked my friend and art critic, Pepe Le Merde, for his opinion as I am but a mere philistine when it comes to the arts and am not competant to pass comment.


At first the glance the images simplicity disguises it's deep inner conceptual complexity.
The smile on the mans face betrays the deep angst and insecurity
of the digital age. The only colours are black and white symbolic, though I suspect
rendered from the artists unconscious understanding of the binary yes or no
nature of modern life.
The disproportionaly large feet symbolise the large area that a conceptual foot
would have to be to gain foothold in the quicksand of technological progress.
The jersey, a common item of clothing, is nevertheless a necessity
for survival as without it the image would be nothing more than
a stick figure and surely freeze in the lifeless cold of the computer monitor.
The military style haircut of the figure again reinforces the stark, binary yes or no choices
we are forced to make in this, our souless technological age.

[Miss Anthropic]

I quite like it. I'm not sure if it was intentional, but there is some off-centre stuff creating a feeling of imbalance. Example is the smile pushed up toward the character's right (our left), as well as the neck which seems to join a bit to the character's right instead of in the middle between the shoulders.

I'm not quite sure if it is meant to say anything about the personality of the character, or if it just perspective (perhaps the character is standing on a slight angle, or neck turned?). Or perhaps it is representing the character not fitting in, or feeling unsure of themself ... and maybe the smile is being 'put on' to hide this feeling? Was this based on a type?

I can't decide if it seems the character is smiling at something specific (a person or object in the direction he is looking), or if the smile is at a thought with him looking sort of into space.

What were you trying to create with this? I'm probably way off. I like it anyway.

You'd be fun to go with to an art museum.....that was quite an analysis of mgbradsh work...I imagine the interpretation you could have of some real art work....not that mg's isn't a fabulous "piece"...or anything...well, you know, what Lee didn't say.

[Lee]

From this point on life can only get worse. This was the pinnacle, we all have been witness to something quite profound, but alas, I fear the world is just not ready.

[ApeTheDog]

His hands are pointing downwards, as if to say that he wants to align with hell, yet his eyes are tilted upwards, and on his shirt is written the number 42, more commongly known as the number representing the search for the meaning of life. In other words, the character is stuck between heaven and hell, chained by the meaning of life. This is a wonderfully provocative piece of art that spawns one deep thought after another. Indeed one could say that this piece of art compresses the entire search of the human race, from the dawn of time to modern times, into one drawing. Genius!

The style is reminescent of early comic books artists, possibly in a subtle hint that life, too, is but a collection of fragments where we can choose what to say, and what to do, but where what happens to us is largely defined by other peoples actions and possibly, as mgbradsh must surely be implying, one creators pen. This no doubt tying in again with the deeper tension between life, death and meaning in the piece.

The artist has deliberately not chosen to use any colours, clearly in a rebellious statement against nuances and explanations. A bold choice that many other artists will no doubt take notice of.

[Last Song]

His hands are pointing downwards, as if to say that he wants to align with hell, yet his eyes are tilted upwards, and on his shirt is written the number 42, more commongly known as the number representing the search for the meaning of life. In other words, the character is stuck between heaven and hell, chained by the meaning of life. This is a wonderfully provocative piece of art that spawns one deep thought after another. Indeed one could say that this piece of art compresses the entire search of the human race, from the dawn of time to modern times, into one drawing. Genius!

The style is reminescent of early comic books artists, possibly in a subtle hint that life, too, is but a collection of fragments where we can choose what to say, and what to do, but where what happens to us is largely defined by other peoples actions and possibly, as mgbradsh must surely be implying, one creators pen. This no doubt tying in again with the deeper tension between life, death and meaning in the piece.

The artist has deliberately not chosen to use any colours, clearly in a rebellious statement against nuances and explanations. A bold choice that many other artists will no doubt take notice of.

I think it's more complex than that.

[ApeTheDog]

I think it's more complex than that.

Well I think I'm right, and you're wrong.

But let's not diminuish the glory of this thread with an argument. Let us just bask in the glory of this piece of art and sing the praise of its existance.

[Last Song]

You're just saying that.

Last Song :ph34r:

[Lee]

But let's not diminuish the glory of this thread with an argument. Let us just bask in the glory of this piece of art and sing the praise of its existance.All such ground breaking art will provoke argument, it is a testament to its glory, we should not refrain from expressing our true feelings, else we do a disservice to the art, ourselves and humanity.

[ApeTheDog]

Well, yes, that's true Lee. But we were not arguing about the art piece, Last Song was arguing about what I said, claiming that he thought the art piece should be interpreted in a far more complex way, yet failing to make good on his own words by doing so.

I will happily defend my point of view, but I do expect it to be a well detailed attack with sensible arguments, otherwise it's just an argument between ego's and not between point of views and I really don't want to do those anymore.

A piece of work of this magnitude is larger than we all are. I don't think any one mind can comprehend it to the fullest. That is why it is in our best interest that we all work together in order to unravel the mystery it presents.

[YardGnome]

I imagine the interpretation you could have of some real art work....

Can you not recognize *real* artwork when you see it? Mgdbrash has created a masterpiece, comparable to the finest specimens the artworld has to offer. Bravisimo!

[athman]

I can't decide if it seems the character is smiling at something specific (a person or object in the direction he is looking), or if the smile is at a thought with him looking sort of into space.
.Its really captured that 'Mona Lisa smile' quality. Mgbradsh has obviously spent time at the Louvre. I can certainly see where he draws influences from, but he's taken it to the next level.

[Last Song]

Its really captured that 'Mona Lisa smile' quality. Mgbradsh has obviously spent time at the Louvre. I can certainly see where he draws influences from, but he's taken it to the next level.

Oh my! It's uncanny. o.O

[crule81]

This should be submitted to Maddox, the fine art critic:

http://maddox.xmission.com/c.cgi?u=irule

[joft]

You dumbasses all missed it. I can't believe you all missed it! It's like a waterfall being held up from falling, all that pent up sarcasm. How could you not see it? He's holding himself back from rolling his eyes. What's he rolling his eyes at? Probably all you jerkfaces misinterpreting his simple mannerism and reading all that bullshit into it. That's all it all is, it's all bullshit. That's what the boy in the drawing is saying. It's all bullshit! If he could tell you all how much he hated your bullshit, he would. But he's holding it all back. He remembers that it's all bullshit, including all of his own sentiments. And if there's anything that's worse bullshit than anything else, it's hypocrisy; that's the worse bullshit. He can't let himself be a hypocrit, so he holds the sarcasm back as best as he can. But even that's bullshit. It all is.

The jersey? He doesn't wanna wear it. He really wants to take all his clothes off and bury himself in the cold damp dirt. With the worms! The worms don't make up any fucking bullshit. But they eat the bodies of life-long bullshitters in their graves. He knows that's what he's got coming. He knows you've all got it coming too. He doesn't have to roll his eyes after all. He pities you all in a disdainful way.

You know who he is. You knew who he was all along, you just couldn't help but play his game. He's Hustler (http://forums.intpcentral.com/showthread.php?t=4255). That's right nigga. Don't even try, don't even try.

[s0978]

I hereby declare my love for joft.

[PsiKik]

My God! I wave my hands in despair! Why do you not see it! the tear in his jersey or is it his eye? the way an eye smiles before a tear! you simple people! This picture is an indictement of the ilogic speling system of english! My god those shoes..

[joft]

My God! I wave my hands in despair! Why do you not see it! the tear in his jersey or is it his eye? the way an eye smiles before a tear! you simple people! This picture is an indictement of the ilogic speling system of english! My god those shoes.. Way to plagiarize my post, you just said the same thing as me. You could have at least added some element of your own creation, or just mixed it with some idea ripped from someone else's post, but jeez.

[joft]

By the way, I should probably explain for those of you who just don't get it, that it's obvious the boy in the drawing can't really be Hustler. But reality is like that. Whether you want to call it synchronicity, or fate, or chaos or order or whatever, or God, it doesn't matter. mgbradsh probably didn't even know who it was, you know, like it was a sub-conscious thing that he just had to express.

I wouldn't be surprised if it was a free-association drawing, was it mgb?

Don't answer that. It would ruin the mystique of it all. It's all free-association anyway. I see myself in that "drawring," should it be entitled misogyny? Is the boy's name Adam? He could be the last Adam... he could be Jesus... These are questions that aren't meant to be answered, in the sense that questions can be answered given the limitations of symbolic communication. Are you talking about what I'm talking about? Do you even see the same drawring that I see? The boy isn't talking on a fcking cellphone, is he? He isn't taking his pet fish for a walk, is he?

He's deep in thought, Freud would say he's thinking about sex, that's why it might be titled misogyny. But Freud says that about everything. The wall, the wall is thinking about sex. The car is thinking about fucking that other car. They hadn't invented cars back then of course but you get the point. The point is Freud was wrong. He's thinking about baseball cards maybe. But not sex. At that age he wouldn't have enough control, if he were thinking about sex you'd see his obvious erection.

To analyze a work of art, a work of life, as deeply as this requires knowing things like how to get those little ships into those little bottles, or why snowmen look so pitiful when they're the only thing that hasn't yet finished melting. It's the freedom of art, the non-definition of structure, everything is everything, that's the free association of it all. But even though you may think it's random, it isn't, there's still a pattern and an order to it. After you realize that 2+2=4 is a lie, then you realize it's true, then you realize it's a lie again. The boy is Hustler, but then that's a lie, but then it's true again. He is Hustler, he isn't Hustler. Does Hustler want a lollipop? Does Hustler want a bone? Hustler wants sex. He is thinking about sex but he isn't. Why isn't the number on his jersey in roman numerals? That's obviously because we don't live in Rome anymore do we? Yes we do.

Anyway this whole post was just another example of bullshit. The whole post is bullshit. Why did you even read it if you did? IT'S ALL BULLSHIT

[waxwing]

By the way, I should probably explain for those of you who just don't get it, that it's obvious the boy in the drawing can't really be Hustler. But reality is like that. Whether you want to call it synchronicity, or fate, or chaos or order or whatever, or God, it doesn't matter. mgbradsh probably didn't even know who it was, you know, like it was a sub-conscious thing that he just had to express.

Yeah, man. You're the impetus for my recent epiphany that "it" could be anyone or noone. Not only "it," as in mgbradsh's drawing, but "it" as in any work of art. Any form of self-expression, if you will. My sculpture of a hamburger could be somebody else's actual celery stick.

You remind me of an important artistic phenomenon. Never assume. The poem you are reading is probably not about the poet, but about the speaker. I am inclined to say that in mgbradsh's case, "My Drawring" is more about his "life ring," so to speak. The person in the drawing finds himself in a catalysmic cyclone of the human mind and spirit, hence, "draw-ring." Because of mg's apparent ability to enter the subject of his artwork, he was able to perfectly demonstrate the form versus content conundrum. By drawing, he drew out the contents of the ring, and I must say assigned his work an appropriate and though-provoking title.

At times, I long for such sweet communion with the Muse. Mg's got something I've been lacking for my whole life. Would it be too much to ask him to intercede on my behalf? Maybe I can't invite the Muse. Drawing inspiration from the postmodern work entitled "My Drawring" may be all I need to become one with the Greek sisters.

*begin musing now

[C.J.Woolf]

Anyway this whole post was just another example of bullshit. The whole post is bullshit. Why did you even read it if you did? IT'S ALL BULLSHIT
The worms are gonna get ya for that.

I bow to joft's masterful bullshittery.

[Last Song]

You'd be fun to go with to an art museum.....that was quite an analysis of mgbradsh work...I imagine the interpretation you could have of some real art work....not that mg's isn't a fabulous "piece"...or anything...well, you know, what Lee didn't say.

No idea. I think I'd enjoy wandering around an art museum some time. Meh.

[PsiKik]

Way to plagiarize my post, you just said the same thing as me. You could have at least added some element of your own creation, or just mixed it with some idea ripped from someone else's post, but jeez. Jesus H. fucking christ

I did not plagiaraize your post, i have not even read it. I was on my art critic pattern recognition trip when i wrote that critique of the marvelous picture.

[Claverhouse]

PLACE-HOLDER FOR CLASSIC STATUS

[mgb]

I just want to say that I think this is my favorite thread on Central. Not because I started it, but because it practically defines to a T, quite a few members posting styles in a fun playful way.

Also, it's like a snapshot of what was going through quite a few minds at the time.

[Claverhouse]

Your modesty becomes you well.


Claverhouse :ph34r: