1.You're not here to make pretty pictures.
2.Everything you do is wrong.
I never write the third rule.
As you can see, I thrive under conditions of adversity
Ok, so here's what it means. 1.You really aren't here to make pretty pictures. This is a central piece of what I've learnt from ca. If you're hung up on making the picture you're doing the most beautiful picture you can imagine, then you'll screw it right up. You'll be precious, and careful, and afraid to experiment. So when you think to yourself 'You're not here to make pretty pictures' the real meaning is you're here so that you can make AMAZING pictures in a year. If you're not learning something from almost every picture you do, then you've wasted that time. You need to be prepared to do some amazingly bad drawings and paintings in order that a year from now, you will be better than you could have hoped to be on that day.
2.Everything you do is wrong. This bit freaks people out when I tell them haha. If you're standing there with a dark green picture, and it's just not god damned sexy enough, and you've got this crazy idea about laying down this vile pale violet, you're probably gonna freak out. So you gotta laugh at yourself. You gotta think "well, shit, if everything I do is wrong, then I may as well DO SOMETHING INTERESTING."
So that's number two. Accept that you are always wrong. Then do something interesting.
3.Ok, everyone has to write their own third rule. I've got a million ways of putting this, and every day i come up with a new one. Rule number three is The Void. It's the horrible emptiness of the universe that doesn't give a shit about you. It's every person who has ever doubted you, every person who has told you that you just don't have the talent to be what you want to be. It's every fucking art department head who has said that the entire colour family of orange is unacceptable in any picture you did. It's the asshole who told you that you couldn't even draw on your lunch break, cause it was obviously a bad influence on you. It's your god damned parents who forced you through a degree in fucking engineering or law or commerce when you should have been painting for four years! It's the burning core of your being that says to rule one and two, fuck you there are no rules! It's the shitty little town you came from where every mother fucker told you that you'd never amount to anything and it's what you see when you look at the sky and realise that you're alive.
Rule three is actually the simplest rule, because it's not really something you can say in words. But when I do say it, I say it in two:
3.FUCK YOU.
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