watercolor on paper. sorry there is not a higher res image.
27.8.09
Picasso Light Painting.
Perhaps you have seen this.
Perhaps you have not.
What is amazing is that the lines and shapes he uses are reproduce. I'm not sure how it was made. But presumably it must have been done quickly. You can see those shapes and planes that he produces on all of his work, everywhere. Muscle memory? Idk.
Perhaps you have not.
What is amazing is that the lines and shapes he uses are reproduce. I'm not sure how it was made. But presumably it must have been done quickly. You can see those shapes and planes that he produces on all of his work, everywhere. Muscle memory? Idk.
10.8.09
9.8.09
OH! and...
More Automata. What is Automata? Awesome.
Also, its this. Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. Page 4. Page 5 comes out tomorrow. After that, what the fuck happens to it? I don't know and neither do you! I wanna see more though.
Tycho said that whenever he reads this work that he has helped create, he gets a sense of something akin to impending doom. That is almost exactly how I feel reading it. It is set in an alternate past, yes, but it carries with a sense of foreboding.
Look at the logo. The O of "automata" is replaced by the eye of the main character, Carl. Everything else is simplified colors, black background, white text. Except for this eye. If you haven't read the comic it isn't clear that its an eye, but you get the message before you see any of that. Its like if you watch a cartoon, and someone walks into a cave, or dark room, and a bat opens a single eye after some time in pitch darkness. When that eye opens, you know automatically that somethin is about to happen. When you see that point of color in the sea of blackness, you know some shit is about to go down. In the case of cartoons, its bats flying through your hair and what have you. But with this comic, you know its something like the machine uprising, or racial (is that the right term) oppression? Anything really. It's noir. So you know, as I said, that shit is gonna go down. And you're not gonna like it. Just imagine standing in a room and watching that eye open. Especially because the edges of the eye are swirling. I don't wanna say violent, but it's turbulent. And it has all this room to expand. So it could get violent. Storm that can only gather.
Why does Carl wear a suit? People are clearly biased against machine intelligence. Does it make him more acceptable to humans? Carl could kick the shit out of pretty much any human he came into contact with. Why does he wish to be accepted? More on this later. Maybe.
Also, its this. Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. Page 4. Page 5 comes out tomorrow. After that, what the fuck happens to it? I don't know and neither do you! I wanna see more though.
Tycho said that whenever he reads this work that he has helped create, he gets a sense of something akin to impending doom. That is almost exactly how I feel reading it. It is set in an alternate past, yes, but it carries with a sense of foreboding.
Look at the logo. The O of "automata" is replaced by the eye of the main character, Carl. Everything else is simplified colors, black background, white text. Except for this eye. If you haven't read the comic it isn't clear that its an eye, but you get the message before you see any of that. Its like if you watch a cartoon, and someone walks into a cave, or dark room, and a bat opens a single eye after some time in pitch darkness. When that eye opens, you know automatically that somethin is about to happen. When you see that point of color in the sea of blackness, you know some shit is about to go down. In the case of cartoons, its bats flying through your hair and what have you. But with this comic, you know its something like the machine uprising, or racial (is that the right term) oppression? Anything really. It's noir. So you know, as I said, that shit is gonna go down. And you're not gonna like it. Just imagine standing in a room and watching that eye open. Especially because the edges of the eye are swirling. I don't wanna say violent, but it's turbulent. And it has all this room to expand. So it could get violent. Storm that can only gather.
Why does Carl wear a suit? People are clearly biased against machine intelligence. Does it make him more acceptable to humans? Carl could kick the shit out of pretty much any human he came into contact with. Why does he wish to be accepted? More on this later. Maybe.
8.5.09
Sex Symbols
This is my basic drawing final project, Sex Symbols.
It's trying to engage the idea of the moral female nude, the male gaze, sexuality of being in love, and female sexuality. As such I was seeing how I each nude figure be reduced to a symbol, either through the way I rendered the figure as opposed to its background, or through the apparent weird narrative and flat rendering of the white contour drawings. So...yeah.
Watercolor, stencil, graphite, charcoal, photocopy, bristol paper, some kind of calligraphy paper, and some other kind of clothy paper, greeting card.
22.4.09
Capitalism
Because I am broke, I might in the near future be willing to sell some of the stuff here. Nothing is up here yet. But soon there will be. A series of 15 drawings is going to be completed soon. Plus some other academic ones, and a couple watercolors. I have no idea how much they may be sold for, as I am not familiar with this sort of thing.
Maybe waay later in the future, there will be prints! That, of course, will depend strongly on demand, if there is any.
It's funny because nobody reads this yet, and possibly not ever. So it functions really as more of a publicly accessible journal. I always have this feeling that if I say I'm going to do something, and think about it too much, then I won't do it. The privacy of being ignored is kind of allowing me to toe the line of that concept right now.
Maybe waay later in the future, there will be prints! That, of course, will depend strongly on demand, if there is any.
It's funny because nobody reads this yet, and possibly not ever. So it functions really as more of a publicly accessible journal. I always have this feeling that if I say I'm going to do something, and think about it too much, then I won't do it. The privacy of being ignored is kind of allowing me to toe the line of that concept right now.
11.3.09
Here is another Dylan Thomas Poem, to which I referred earlier
- And Death Shall Have No Dominion
- And death shall have no dominion.
- Dead men naked they shall be one
- With the man in the wind and the west moon;
- When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
- They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
- Though they go mad they shall be sane,
- Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
- Though lovers be lost love shall not;
- And death shall have no dominion.
- And death shall have no dominion.
- Under the windings of the sea
- They lying long shall not die windily;
- Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
- Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
- Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
- And the unicorn evils run them through;
- Split all ends up they shan't crack;
- And death shall have no dominion.
- And death shall have no dominion.
- No more may gulls cry at their ears
- Or waves break loud on the seashores;
- Where blew a flower may a flower no more
- Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
- Though they be mad and dead as nails,
- Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
- Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
- And death shall have no dominion.
10.3.09
Here is a Dylan Thomas Poem
The Force That Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.
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