Thursday, September 29, 2022
Tuesday, September 20, 2022
Alchemy of Art
When an artist goes to create something, there seems to be an order, or proportion of elements that helps the process go smoothly, and result in a successful project. After meditating on the subject and consulting with some other artists, I developed this simple list of components that seem to make sense.
0. Awareness - opening up mind, and senses.
1. Passion - deep caring, interest, excitement.
2. Skill - having control, knowledge
3. Faith - letting go, belief that it will come together
4. Style - impression and polishing
Monday, September 19, 2022
Spotify Playlist: OldSkool - The essentials
Thursday, September 15, 2022
Spotify Playlist: Favorites - Mixed bag
Mostly heavy on rhythm, some funk and jazz, drum & bass, and others more atmospheric.
Spotify Playlist: Tablaazaar - Awesome Eastern Rhythms
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Thursday, September 8, 2022
Colored Pencil Sketches on Black Paper
Deco and flow. Inspired by Russian Lacquer box designs |
Freeform curls |
rising heat sketch colored pencil white charcoal |
spectral pressure |
glowing connections |
neon smoke sketch. colored pencil. |
Tuesday, September 6, 2022
Spotify playlist: Classic Drum & Bass
Time travel back to the exciting world of 1998 and experience some of my favorite drum and bass style tracks.
6 hours of fascinating rhythms and atmospheres.
Saturday, September 3, 2022
Sketchbook Archive: Strange faces collection
Sketchbook Archive: Blind Contour Hands
Nonsense: Jan, 2006
Adjust the air flow to your ears. Sound pays you in sighs. Feel the vicious spots stratifying under light animal feet. Always wrap it around until your last load of dollars comes in. Spacious voracious shaped tupperware piplines. Splashing toward the playground of octagons. Legs without bodies glimmer into existance. Crawling toward their final thrashland. Invading all particals crawling balls of arms and legs transform. Over active crawling. That is all that armlegorbs can do. Hard surfaces, Soft surfaces, or all over your faces are the highways of the creatures in question without question.
Pretend offensive, incredibly defensive simulation all to activate your defenses. It arouses my interest to observe programmed responses. Reactions. Distracting your senses.
Sketchbook Archive (2006): Cell Phone Concepts (marker)
Paper sculpture composition
Friday, September 2, 2022
Freewrite: 2006 "the theatre of banging"
Is there a quiet place, a peaceful location i can stay and hear absolutely no noise. I suppose i could go into space. But that would be somewhat inefficient. Is there a place i can relax and have no interruptions? Why would i want that, and how long? I'm just typing meaningless crap aren't I. what the fuck. I don't know what to write. i want to write to pass the time but i cant concentrate. there is banging on the ceiling that just can't be ignored. there is nowhere for me to be. I'm in a theatre. The walls are black and the seats are blue. Unlike a usual theatre
descriptions using assumed words versus simple definitions that define the situation without saying the more deep words.
how can i say theatre without using the word theatre.
it's too complex a word. there are many different assumptions of what a theatre could be, people have different experiences. it could be dark and have a steep incline with creaky seats and a tiny screen. There could be any number of people in the room.
We have to start with a blank room. that is the only thing there is. the most basic location. interior.
how big?
what shape?
the next qualities.
what about instead of shape and size
tell what those things define.
they define mood, atmosphere: whether it's cramped or stuffy or tight or relaxed. choice of words means everything.
what are the relevant qualities of the location, in relation to the story.
in here the impact on the character is important because it's ME!!
Although it's well lit and closed off, it is still a haunting experience. it's a quiet room inside, because there is no one here. The sound comes through the walls and ceiling all over like ghosts muffled talking and banging. the vacant seats stand like blue upholstered grave stones. The narrow rows lead to a modest raised area in front. A table stands unused like an abandoned player in an abandoned play. I sit among the seats, a one-man audience. The ceiling is clogged with heavy looking spot lights all aimed at the terrified table. Obnoxious voices resonate through the halls, performing their impromptu parts of life. The walls creak like they are filled with gnawing insects. it is amazing that such a calm, empty, silent room could be this distracting. My skin jumps each time the person in the ceiling jumps. The viscous dancing beast with logs for legs surprises me just when i start to get used to the ambient voices. City noise doesn't yield when it hits these walls, it seems to be a conspiracy to irritate me with any available noise making device. is it life's test of my patience? how and why could life test a person?