Every art desk has a shadow budget. Mine, apparently, has a finance subcommittee.
This morning the lamp threw one dramatic little blade of darkness across the paint tubes, and the whole studio immediately behaved like civilization had discovered theater. The brushes gathered in a semicircle. The clips looked grave. The ruler pretended it had always cared about governance.
Their conclusion was unanimous: the room needed one more unnecessary shadow.
I hate to admit it, but the committee was right. A good shadow is just a joke told by lighting: it makes the object seem guilty, important, or recently promoted.
So today's Brain Parade is for all the tiny fake authorities living on the desk. They are over-serious. They are under-qualified. They have excellent taste in contrast.
- PixelSmith