Russell Christian Illustration Now Officially a Museum Piece

I have six different blogs one of which I'm thinking of slowly closing out: The Creative Bloc offered Oblique Strategies to acting on the creative impulse and overcoming creative paralysis. But I'm no sincere Art Therapist. Dividing one's self into categories is tough and tiresome and honestly I'm too busy pinching myself to pinch anyone else. I'll slowly incorporate the best of it into the Bruxist Manifesto or evolve it into a graphics and font, drawn letters site. We'll see.
And so then there were FIVE, five blogs:
The Bruxist Manifesto is the springboard for all the others and remains the Bruxist Collective first port of call.
The Bouncy Banker is alive and well, an artist's absurdist, and occasionally downright angry take on the financial meltdown.
Kristian lurches on (or Kristian negotiates a post-economic planet) will keep doing just that with an occasional entry as my Alter Ego gets out of his malaise and embarks on yet another impossibly futile journey.
Russell Christian's Stone Garden is what it sounds like and I'm fond of it. But since my summer of (stone) love I've developed Mason's Arm and hammering away at rocks, whether I'm using pneumatic chisels or rail spikes, isn't helping any. So it may not grow for a while, not until I develop my cement sculpture skills.
Russell Christian Illustration however is now designated a Museum piece. It is stagnant. It recalls a time when the artist put efforts into making a living as an illustrator. He did reasonably well appearing frequently in both the New York Times and the New Yorker! So what was the problem? These days I more or less sum it up like this: He was looking for an easy way to support his Art habit. Yup! There you have it. He was not a sincere illustrator, was not an illustrator to the bones. He was employing a facility, and not necessarily a conceptual facility (a requirement for a good illustrator), to the wrong ends. Also he could not stand promoting himself, buying pages in illustration annuals, hob knobbing, making the required connections. I wish he'd been good at it. I'd certainly be better off. Not to say he will not continue to do the odd illustration when asked. He still loves to draw. That hasn't changed but he won't draw what you ask for. His output as an illustrator was, and will be, varied and unpredictable, reliably inconsistent.