The many words of Russell Dickerson
Teller of stories
Artist of fine works & illustrations
Trapper of Manticores
Designer of print and media
Liopleurodon skull grinder
63rd man on the moon (estimated)
Secret Lair: Shell Beach
The Various Categories
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The origins of my 20-year art career were not that different from many other artists, learning the craft by seeking out inspirational artworks, and it is something I continue to do. Since I also enjoy writing, I took the advice from a friend that I should combine my writing skills with my desire to learn about art, and I began blogging about artistic masterpieces in the early 2000s. One of those blogs was about the famous painting, “The Icebergs” by Frederic Edwin Church (Dickerson, 2009). I learned a lot from the tiny image of the painting I found online, but I realized only later that seeing the original in a museum would be a far superior experience.… Read the rest
For the last couple of weeks, I’ve seen quite a few posts online about favorite things. Seven favorite television shows, fifteen most influential authors, that kind of thing. The problem I usually have is that my favorites change constantly, thanks to the chaotic mind I’ve been dealt.
So, instead of merely popping out a list of favorites, I thought I’d write about why these seven films are among my favorites. I could never list out my absolute favorites, that changes all the time. Not just because something new comes along, either.… Read the rest
In my home office, behind my computer monitor and at the front of my desk, is a board of various quotes that help me think. Most of them sit outside of my view tonight, in the dark of the evening, but one in particular stands out in the light from my lamp.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.… Read the rest
When I was attending the University of Wyoming, back when Deinonychus was roaming around, I wanted to be a civil engineer.
Well, let’s back up a moment. I wanted to be an architectural engineer. Before that, an architect.
As you could probably tell, I didn’t know what I wanted to be. I grew up only wanting to be an author, but at the time there was no internet to get feedback with. In little odd town Wyoming, there were no mentors, no people to pass stories on by, so I let it go.… Read the rest