Each Friday, I send advice, ideas, stories and tips to 25K creative people like you. Author of 13 best-selling books on creativity. Founder of Sketchbook Skool w 50k+ students
👨🏻🦳 Snow on the Roof
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I’ve noticed that my hair has become more and more white. Perhaps you've noticed it, too. It could be the stress of the last few years. Or maybe I’ve just become saltier. Less peppery. It's probably just genes. For as long as I knew him, my grandfather had white hair, too. He rocked it well. I kinda like the fact that I'm not in-between any longer. I'm not grey. I’m not middle-aged. I'm an old guy now. I have wrinkles on my face, a Medicare card, and a couple of brown spots. And this white hair. I've never been afraid of getting old. In fact, when I was a kid, I wanted to be old. I thought it seemed powerful, wise, cool. And indifferent to most of the crap that bugged me and my peers. Sure, there have been times when I wished my knees and my back were still young. But I like the longer perspective these decades have brought me. The lessons learned. The experience I can share. And knowing that whatever it is, this too shall pass. Your pal, Danny |
Danny Gregory: I help you make art again
Each Friday, I send advice, ideas, stories and tips to 25K creative people like you. Author of 13 best-selling books on creativity. Founder of Sketchbook Skool w 50k+ students
Last week, I sent you an essay on how I respond, as a creative person, to Artificial Intelligence. It’s so exciting to be in attendance at the birth of a technology with such potential to make our lives better and easier. But it’s also problematic, and I think about that a lot, too. It was an essay I first drafted more than six months ago, but to be honest, I sat on it for so long because I was nervous about sending it to you. I’ve seen such an unpleasant response in the art community to the...
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My tongue keeps finding the hole. It’s an instinct now, the way your fingers trace the edge of a page you’re not ready to turn. The stitches are small but stubborn, a little knot of string at the back of my mouth. Just last week, that space was home to a molar I’d carried around for sixty years — a subterranean king with tangled roots and a gold crown, reigning over the back corner of my jaw. Now it sits in a dish in my desk drawer, inert and exiled, while the inside of my cheek learns what...