People spend too much time in fantasy worlds where good and evil are clearly defined. Fake sword fights on computer screens won't save the world. Life isn't like that. The knight on the white horse isn't coming to save you. You have to save yourself. Make your own life.
Sometimes I think I'm too stern about these things? I've been disappointed too many times at the non-appearance of the white knight, and yet, some part of me still hopes Disney movies can be made real where good is rewarded, evil is defeated, mice do housework, and deer and bunnies play together in a meadow full of flowers.
Maybe I'm stern because I've been the boss? Check your personal accounts after you've done your duties. We've got deadlines. Hop to it! (Yeah, that doesn't work.) Maybe I'm feeling stern because I don't have a boss telling me to hop to it? I absolutely check my personal accounts before digging into work projects.
This Xandaria image is something I did for Mensa's membership renewal campaign. It wasn't my concept but I like the idea of imagining yourself conquering the Netherrealm while stuck in the office. I think my I Spy paintings are messing with my illustration efficiency though. I got entirely too caught up making office things. Who cares about the briefcase under the desk?!
Messing with details is my own problem except there are 2 more illustrations to do for this campaign and they have to be in the same style. Oops. Next time I'm going to do something simple and graphic.
I guess all of this plays into why I try to be vigilant about fantasy and time wasting. I'm guilty of it. The other night I wasted time watching stupid TV and thought about the masters of the past who had to get their work done while the sun was shining. People who had to paint their fruit before it rotted instead of looking up reference online. People who read books by candlelight because that's the only thing to do for entertainment in the evening besides darning socks.
As I continued to waste time, I got a mental pictures of French artists drinking coffee at cafes and drinking absinthe at the Folies Bergere. Slackers! Or, maybe all that slacking is important to the creative process? Or plain justification? Whatever. If they had the internet they'd use it too.
I have all sorts of other thoughts about heroes, most of them heavy and critical. My first effort at this post was about people living in Nazi Germany. My second effort was self-flagellation about the times I was a hero and risked significant injury. Sometimes I don't want to live inside my own brain, and I don't need to spread that around.
We need entertainment and escape. Someone should remind me of that next time I'm lecturing about time wasting. I'm not the boss anymore. Do whatever makes you happy :)