Constraints of Art
I’ve always pitied Americans. Freedom of speech. Freedom. Makes me huff. Nothing saps creativity like a blank page… if there were some blemish, instruction or rule for every naked sheet, it would at least give you something to work against. The great void of white, that perfect pasture dares you to sully it with one of your piffling ideas. I was at a gig recently when I was told in no ... »










