Change, it is a-comin’ to Pies. The problem began with expectations, a nasty ingredient if there ever was one. I ASSUMED that I would ( here’s another terrible word ) PRODUCE Pie entries at least once a month. With near professional grade illustrations. Besides the Buddha laughing, the other result was predictable:
I choked. Pun intended. Eating and drawing pie is FUN, but I smothered the cheer spending so much time trying to create perfect little drawings. Hello. What is the POINT of Pies of the West?!!
No point. No point at all. Pies of the West is a Half-Baked-Joy-Fest, and you can’t frikking eat pie when you’re choking on thistle-arsed plans!
A tale of wisdoms; many moons ago, an art professor stormed over to my drawing station where I was frozen in unhappiness. He slapped this large, exuberant, shredded drawing to the wall and hollered, ” If you don’t start having FUN in these classes, don’t come back!” He pointed to the ripped-up picture, ” THIS is what you should be doing! Not the pretty stuff! THIS!!!” My goodness the sense of freedom.
That professor released me from my Gotta-Shouldas but sometimes I need a swift kick in the ass. *WHACK!* Woo! Oh my I just schooled myself.
Here is an example of what’s to come, note how the cartoon me is reveling in the rage. If you can’t take the heat, get out of the…okay I’ll stop before finishing this stupid joke.
Pie illustrations will be big, messy, and not pretty. They’ll be done with whatever the fuck I have on hand. They’ll be slapped up without a thought to skill or consistency. But dammit, they will be FUN, and I hope this ass-kicking heartfelt glee will be passed on to you.
Dignity is Overrated,