Here I am in the office, finishing work on a Saturday that was due on Friday. Trying to stay focused on the job at hand while skimming the net, looking for my wanton inspiration. No matter how hard I race Creativity always seems to be mere inches beyond my grasp. And yet, by the end I'll have her pinned down just where I want her.
I hate the chase. Why can't she just succumb meekly to my whims? Why can't she just resignedly undress and allow me to dip my brushes how and where I may? Why can't she just divulge her many colors without my having to wrestle them from her?
But a weak and docile muse? Where would be the fun in that?
I'm listening to RadioIO Eclectic... It ALWAYS allows for great creativity. I can accomplish anything when the right music is playing. She knows this, my muse.
Playing right at this moment?
Girl I love You" by Massive Attack
... dark and hypnotic. Thank goodness it's not always like this at RadioIO... and followed soon after by "1979" by Smashing Pumpkins. Did you know I graduated high school in 1979. It was a very good year for me.
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This is based on the original work of Ivan Vidovic.
Naturally, I took some liberties with his really
cool design.
"The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran."
Sound familiar?