{"id":1504,"date":"2005-07-06T11:57:00","date_gmt":"2005-07-06T11:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/07\/06\/dry-skill\/"},"modified":"2005-07-06T11:57:00","modified_gmt":"2005-07-06T11:57:00","slug":"dry-skill","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/07\/06\/dry-skill\/","title":{"rendered":"dry skill"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;\"> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/foxtongue\/23296568\/\" title=\"photo sharing\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos19.flickr.com\/23296568_434c04f3ee_m.jpg\" alt=\"\" style=\"border: solid 2px #000000;\" \/><\/a> <br \/> <span style=\"font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;\">  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/foxtongue\/23296568\/\">zeigfeld &#8211; ruby deremer<\/a>  <br \/>  Originally uploaded by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/people\/foxtongue\/\">Foxtongue<\/a>. <\/span><\/div>\n<p>Draw a line. Draw another. Connect the two with a side swipe of the pencil. Eventually a picture will form, I am told, like shapes in clouds. After hideous amounts of dreary practice, I have come to the conclusion that I lack the skill. My lines become crawling scribbles which if they are animals should receive a final benediction. When I was younger, my inflicted punishment was art classes. My mother wanted to raise me to be an artist, (actually, no, an Artist, can&#8217;t forget the capital A.), and so put me into a program of anything that might take me. I kneaded my way through sculpture, spun my way through pottery, orated Antigone, stained my clothing painting and incessantly got my hands in the frame in an animation class. <\/p>\n<p>My mother, of course, loved everything I made. <\/p>\n<p>Now I&#8217;m left wondering how much of it has survived, tucked away in file folders, hidden in her papers like squirreled away nuts of a particularly bitter flavour. The only attribute found shining in the dust has been my practically useless ability to create three dimensional structures without reference. The classic example being lanterns. I can make practically <i>anything<\/i> you like. <i>(Once a tesseract construct was almost accomplished, but the material wouldn&#8217;t stand up to it)<\/i>. But, the inevitable, you have to tell me what to create. I don&#8217;t have the creativity to think of more than basic tattoo shapes, little figures of people or winged hearts. <\/p>\n<p>I wonder sometimes if I&#8217;m a disappointment to anyone else. Bred a gypsy, I&#8217;m supposed to be creative and imaginative and bright, and yet I don&#8217;t find any of it within me. Instead I apparently wander around being different. I&#8217;m serious, lacking a basic understanding of being silly, and there&#8217;s no spark to light a precious grin of recognition from people who carry that enviable madness my homeless life tried so hard to sink into me. I want to start meeting people whose parents wanted them to be doctors and lawyers and accountants. I want to see if the feeling matches up, the mean aura of self-annoyance.<\/p>\n<p>Somebody give me something to riff off of? Please, somebody implant some ideas. I am a waiting garden.<br clear=\"all\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>zeigfeld &#8211; ruby deremer Originally uploaded by Foxtongue. Draw a line. Draw another. Connect the two with a side swipe of the pencil. Eventually a picture will form, I am told, like shapes in clouds. After hideous amounts of dreary practice, I have come to the conclusion that I lack the skill. My lines become &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/07\/06\/dry-skill\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;dry skill&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[40,273,155],"class_list":["post-1504","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-art","tag-failure","tag-flickr"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1504","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1504"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1504\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1504"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1504"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1504"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}