In a feverish state of mind, I scrawled furiously, carving deep into the pad with my nub of a pencil, anxious to get as much on paper as I could while the ethereal and fickle muses still hovered in my presence. While sleepwalking through rote retreads of the character I created several months ago, inspiration came when I made a "mistake" in the placement of the facial features. As I examined the altered appearance of the man, I suddenly saw a world of opportunity for exaggeration, caricaturization gone mad, and I seized the moment, pushing my drawings further and further, until Nick was no longer the semi-realistic man here:
He went through a rapid period of evolution,
until finally he became the absurdly distorted abstraction you see here:
Eagerly I pressed on, my eyes glazed with the mad gleeful fury of the ecstatic state of inspiration I had entered. I began to experiment with other characters, pushing them, pulling back again pushing another direction, exploring the limits of acceptable believability until exhausted, I dropped pad, pencil and glasses by my bed and collapsed into a sound slumber.
He went through a rapid period of evolution,
until finally he became the absurdly distorted abstraction you see here:
Eagerly I pressed on, my eyes glazed with the mad gleeful fury of the ecstatic state of inspiration I had entered. I began to experiment with other characters, pushing them, pulling back again pushing another direction, exploring the limits of acceptable believability until exhausted, I dropped pad, pencil and glasses by my bed and collapsed into a sound slumber.
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