Sunday nights were "Movie Nights" in Baldwin Hall Theater at Northeast Mo. St. Univ. where I attended in the wee '80s and "Focus you Dicks!" was shouted at the beginning of every film regardless of the actual picture quality. It was a tradition. I think of that phrase when I look at the content of my sketchbooks. The range is baffling; grimacing superheroes, figure studies, tepid landscapes, and of course juvenile fantasies involving scantily clad babes with weapons.I mean, really, how does one remember to bring their sword, shield, knife and boots and forget ones' bra?
I shudder to think what would happen if I narrowed my sights a little. On the other hand, the next sparkly thing that captures my attention could just be the ticket to success, my final leap home, as it were!
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