“What does this say to me,” Vern asked.
This was years ago.
He was looking over my shoulder while I was doodling.
“It’s like a cartoon-pinup, you know, think Vargas, but without the planes and bombs!”
Now, a few lifetimes later, I can reply with, “I’m not sure, Vern. I can’t tell you what the drawing says to you. I can’t read your mind. You can tell me what you hear!”
But even that’s often too lengthy.
Simplicity is divine.

Interpret art in your own way.
It’s not a trick-question on a test.
See what you want to see in a drawing, or in a painting, a sculpture, a rorschach blot, or a stain on the floor.
Maybe you might see Jesus in a coffee stain, and maybe you only see the clumsiness that spilled the coffee.

When I look at some of the drawings from way back I can’t always remember what inspired me.
“It says I’m still alive, and creating, Vern!”
“It’s a pulse, Vern. I’m showing a middle-finger to the Universe, saying, “you’ve not taken my creativity yet. The process still matters!”
Hell, I could’ve said, “I still enjoy doing something.”

For those who still want to know “what they are seeing,” I posted a picture with Marceline, on the left, posing in a skimpy bikini. To her left, Klord Garrison, another of my characters, is attempting to recreate the same pose.

There’s this cool phrase, “What I draw is mine, what you see is yours.”

Love and arty goodness to you all!

Matt
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