“My mind,’ he said, ‘rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation. That is why I have chosen my own particular profession, or rather created it, for I am the only one in the world.’” ~Sherlock Holmes, A. C. Doyle, The Sign of Four
The Art, Music, Comics, Animation, and Writing of Michael Lowell Teague: When I first started my website in 2002, I believed I would be part of an artistic vanguard that would take to the Internet like beatniks to a Parisian coffeehouse. Nothing like this happened. Sites like mine may exist out there somewhere, but Google’s algorithms place priority on “new content,” which means that any artist building a museum to his own vanity (admittedly) is doomed by the tyranny of the time stamp. Much like a daily newspaper, twenty years of archived comics will not rate against something tossed off yesterday.
Where the content provider confronts a vacuum, and where creativity cannot be hurried to fill it, end runs are made. Therefore, what gets promulgated and rewarded in search engines is parasitic behavior: Websites hungry for content piggyback off other websites’ creative labors, making the Internet, in its boldest strokes, an echo chamber of thievery. Short of thievery, crowd-sourcing must be employed to feed the ‘new content’ cycle. The insatiable audience steps into the breach to become that content provider, and not the exceptional artist or visionary. Destinations on the Internet, as things presently stand, are more like watering holes on The Serengeti than Shakespeare’s Globe Theater. Whatever the Internet was suppose to be, it did not become.
Relatively Speaking: My output has never approached the level of a professional painter, and grandiose canvases of scale are about as fanciful to an apartment dweller as notions of adequate ventilation. Regardless, I have modestly honed my craft in these conditions, and have only lately introduced true pictorial space to my compositions.
Side bar: My eyesight began to fail me in the mid-2000s, and though it was a gradual process of aging, I had not noticed how the scale of my paintings (as with Exit Wounds and Strategies) had grown bigger. After discovering reading glasses, my eyesight was famously restored. Last Update: 1/12/19
One Painter’s Oeuvre: I say as little as possible about these paintings and drawings in fear of persuading the viewer unfairly. Truly art has no meaning—which is to say it has no rational presupposition, although much rationalism about art follows where two or more artists are gathered over micro-brewed beers. Last Update: 3/28/19
Music, Autism, and Me: My first incarnation as a college student was as a music composition major, although I never learned to read music fluently enough to succeed at performance. Sight-reading from a score was also an obstacle because I initially learned to play piano and guitar by ear, and quickly—too quickly—memorized the finger work and faked it.
My talent as a performer, however, lay in improvisation, though I was limited in my ability to execute difficult passages in real time. When I wrote on the fly, I kept circling my blindspots until I was able to get pass them, and convinced any potential listener the repetitions were intended. I did not know at the time I had autism, and that I suffered from a “hyperfocus” memory problem: absent-mindedness induced by intense concentration. In my case, this meant I could not multitask my hands effectively, or anticipate upcoming transitions well.
I gave up the piano in my early 30s, but never the thought I was a composer. When I discovered software instruments in Apple’s Garageband in 2009, I was given the means to write music without the hindrance of performance. Last Update: 2/14/19
Blender Kitty and More: This portal includes both The Blender Kitty Archive and The Profiles in Confusion Archives. Addititionally, an overview of my comic development is offered, including excerpts from my Xeric Award-winning comic book Epic Dermis. Last Update: 7/27/18
A Novel / Memoir in Late-Diagnosed Asperger's Syndrome: Icarus Transfigured began as a work of speculative horror fiction in 2003, and it was not until the author was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome in 2007 that the protagonist became openly autobiographical. Autism not only informs the subject matter of the book, but the memoir/novel is itself an autistic creation.
Pirate Ship Aesthetics: I do not have the resources, patience, or interest to make polished animation. God created metaphysics to get around the obvious, so I will leave the exhaustive work of constructing animated sequences that move objects conventionally from here to there to others. What new work I create for html video will appear here. Last Update: 5/05/13
Failed Ventures, Homeless Projects, and Rumination: As such, this page is in development, and for now is a catch-all for what did not find a home elsewhere. Last Update: 3/29/19
Shop At Cafe Press: Truly I sell nothing here (except “theoretical” tee-shirts offered through a third-party vendor). I am too obsessive compulsive and content with my own company to thrive in any conventional sense of the word. However, it will take you weeks to get through this site: A 400-something page memoir told as a metaphysical ghost story, comics so inscrutable you will be forced to revisit several of them, 100 odd pieces of music and counting, and animation, when I can bother.
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