02/17/04 | Candy
I had a
really bloody odd dream, last night. It was somewhat lucid. I found myself
in a candy store, and Mom was there, and so was the manager dude, who,
for some reason, resembled Juan from Cielito Lindo. (And he owns that business,
too.) Oddly, I was myself in younger years, as a child of about 7-years-old.
The store was arranged in a way not too unlike a Cracker Barrel. Sitting
next to the service counter was a wooden stand. It had wooden boxes suspended
on its branches, tilted downward. The box that caught my eye was filled
with gumballs. I snatched a bumpy, retarded-lookin' white gumball from
and quickly stuffed it in my mouth like a thief. No one seemed to notice.
I should've known it was a dream, right then.
02/05/04 | Calvin
and Cool Whip
Next thing I remember,
I had to go to the bathroom (which I found to be true when I woke up),
so I went in search of one. There were these grand, refined and glazed
wooden doors that I went through. Beyond the doors was a very luxurious
hall. I saw two lovers in there, whose identities I'm not familiar with.
I traveled until I found the end of the hall. At the end was an iron staircase
that zigzagged upwards. There was space under the staircase, and I saw
two treasure chests under it, and a square hole in the ground in front
of one of the chests that was as black as night. The chests looked just
like a lot of the "Secret of Mana" treasure chests, if they existed in
reality. I attempted to open up the closest chest, but it somehow fell
down into the hole.
This is all I can
I finished my 15-minute imagination
session, sometime earlier today. It didn't seem all that productive, all
in all, but I know every little bit helps. Again, I let it begin with the
first image that popped into my head. This time, it was a car tire. I had
difficulty focusing on this subject, so my mind wandered to other imagery.
Nothing concrete, though. From circles to stickmen to three-dimensional
bug-eyed aliens. I did settle on an image of Calvin (from Calvin and Hobbes),
however. The same image I imagined, yesterday. It was as if I were
staring down at him from, say, his tree house. And he was looking up at
me with a blank expression. He was wearing his usual clothing, except with
the unzipped blue jacket you sometimes see him with. I held this image
for a few moments, and then my imagination assumed the role of my mental
camera; it zoomed down to Calvin and behind the back of his head. But his
head changed the instant the new perspective settled. I saw it now in a
greater detail than you usually see Calvin drawn, almost true to reality
in some ways, and it was in full color. My imagination was led elsewhere,
shortly after. (I can probably draw the initial appearance of Calvin with
reasonable detail, at this point, but I'm going to run through a few more
visualizations repeating his figure before I try to draw him. This will
be an excellent test to prove just how effective visualization is as an
aid to drawing.)
So I took a shot at using my imagination
on a fresher subject: my JaCkinbOx character. (For those of you not familiar
with him, he's basically a jack-in-the-box drawn in an anime-like style.)
I based this visualization on one of my most recent drawings of him (of
which I'm most content with), and attempted to animate him. I couldn't
seem to focus well enough to change his facial expressions with clarity.
But I did manage to follow one of his hands pretty well. My vision centered
on him slapping his hand on a surface (even with sound effects). I froze
his hand once it hit the surface and tried to dissect it. It turned translucent
and I had black lines rap around the bases of his finers and thumbs, thus
giving his (fingerless) hand an almost square-like shape. I rotated the
hand in its present state, studying it from all angles. I mentally made
it "fatten up" in the areas where it was presumed inaccurate.