Printmaking: Lithography

As the first section of our printmaking class:




image imprinted on a treated limestone block using photographic ink

Ilustration 1: Orpheus

"Orpheus and Eurydice"

"16"x12" Acrylic on Canvas board

As our first assignment, we were challenged to create an illustration based on the Orpheus Myth.

Studies

Remnants of work from spring 2009 anatomy class back from the file grave....

1hr. 4ft.x3ft. Charcoal and Conte' on paper

Master's Study 6hrs. Charcoal on Paper after sketches of Michelangelo

Recon

caran dache crayon collection

Posting en-mass of late work..

Conte 18x24 torso figure study

Though usually preferring oils, I've decided to try my hand at acrylics. My first fur/hair study and my second acrylic painting:

Acrylic on Cardboard "Lion Study"

My most recent work:

The Things That We Leave Behind

Short Film 6:38 Min. Original score

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Potency

sweet nothings permeate some immediate fancy. such cruelty found in the cycle of men. hard held inadequacies sublime in all but thought and intent, how could we do this to ourselves. yet again, unlearned in experience- this self replicating cataclysmic convention. grievous undertakings solidified in naught and disdain, frozen aptitude- the resolute never final. tendencies absolved through any means of incapacitation within moments reach- fleeting fancy brought on by languid sound. what optimism at its best can never compare.

Relief

Today came something as a surprise, my week long artist block have finally subsided. Surprisingly, I came on time for my 8am Figure Drawing class- this became the fruit of my labor, a 20 minute gesture rendering. Not only did I finally rid my block, but I've actually improved on my draftsmanship. Such a pleasant surprise for a such a harrowing week.

Rewind

I will be updating my site by posting old works as well as new notes. Don't be surprised. Today will be a busy day.

I guess I'll also start by posting few original art pieces. Who knows, maybe people might even like them.

A Moment Not Too Soon.

I've decided to create a blog spot. I gathered that using my Facebook "notes" can no longer hold the thoughts that I intend to convey for those who will listen. It's a healthy thing I suppose, creating this outlet. I've come to join the ranks of the (not so anonymous) interweb voices blog-blogging my way one computer at a time.

Stumble. (a moments glance in the stream of consciousness)

why can we never be content? and if we are right now, why is it that it never last? I feel like no matter what I do, I'll never stop thinking that i can do better- that there's always something more. I look at the notes that i've written and think about the note that im about to write, and i find the disparity between moods were just too disconcerting. two profoundly different moods, caused by the same root, all within the week. This cant be good.

Classical music always keep me calm.

Antonin Dvorák
Kreisler: Russian And Slavonic Miniatures
Symphony No. 9 In E Minor ("From The New World"), B. 178 (Op. 95)
(First Published As No. 5): II. Largo
performed by: Nicolas Koeckert


I wish I could just see a situation and instantaneously learn the outcome. I'd gladly trade the "joy" surprises with the ability to know if situations will point to my favor or whether im wasting my time or not. ...hearing that just says a lot about me doesn't it?

you wouldn't know me enough to be sure.
and if you do, im thoroughly impressed. cause even i cant say.

I dont like being thrown out of balance. but thats how i feel right now.
I want to be in control of the situations that im in- thats understandable isnt it?
not in the maniacal-controlling way -of any minute and of any time, but in a- I put myself in this situation, and god damn it if i dont know what the hell im doing. -kind of control. I think this might be deeply rooted in my fear of regret. its the "theres not anything that i regret as of this moment, but i hope to god that i never do." -kind of fear. I think thats also why im super indecisive... which then leds itself to why i procrastinate. So- tell me if im wrong, but i think where im getting at here is that all the stress /personality defects come from the one and only "keep all your options open" rule. all because i refuse to have regrets... and why do i fear regret? - because its a step backwards, not forwards, because i dont like losing out on something, on lost opportunity,-- of staying where i am. because of the fear of being stuck in one place of my life. of being left behind by everybody else. of those i love.
I look at this, and i see that..maybe- my life is propelled by fear. and it makes me wonder if its the same for other people too.

Are we all driven by fear of some sort of the other?

look at it in the perspective for animals: the fear to being eaten, or of starvation= of death: leads to their survival, just as the fear of extinction of one species leads procreation. leading a life stumbling after mere existance. even that is purposeful. but somehow living just to live, just doesnt cut it.

There's a very distinct line between living and existing. and i want to be in the greener side of the fence. -what ever that means.

So human life being driven by fear. applied to society? tangent: isnt that what first created societies anyway? people were so afraid of being alone in and of the untamed facets nature that they gathered together in fear in their little tribes as a type of protection- a move towards survival. wouldnt that mean that we would have to start viewing society as a survival mechanism rather than some great evil/ purveyor of conformism?

but by rejecting society, could in turn be interpreted as relinquishing your fear that would require being a part of society in the first place. then could be looked at as a type of freedom from your primal fear and the constraints of society that would other wise suppress your true, raw, primal heacceity.

would we still have personalities if there was no society to influence the outcome?

Simplify. The Moon Had Never Been So Beautiful.

Don’t you ever get the feeling when everything seems so clear? When at one given moment, it seems like everything finally makes sense- you don’t know why, but it feels everything... will turn out alright.

I don't think people really know how the moon makes me happy. 1-2 am is always the best, when time just slows down and it’s easier to pretend you live in a city of ghosts. I always find it so calming, so serene on abandoned streets and it’s just you the moon. I love dancing on empty streets and laying down on the middle of main roads. It’s that adrenaline rush of the uncertain- laying there you give everything up, you let everything go- leaving everything to chance and trust in the inner workings of the collective universe. gaining that perspective where very few rarely see in a lifetime, laying down on the road looking nowhere but up above, to the stars, to the moon, not knowing if or when a car comes racing by- humbled by everything. humbled by the immensity of everything- that sudden rush of emotional clarity and knowing- that you want to live. it’s that dormant instinct of self preservation that blares through every thought, misgivings, doubts, hurt... simplifying life down to the basics.

Live. so you can dream, love, and maybe find happiness- and in such unexpected places,
like in a middle of a deserted street.

Tore

connectivity. divulge all your hidden secrets and show me through the hightened catastrophe. wake. the absolute soon meet the intention. running on butterfly wings. heartbreak atrophy. solidify the unpresidented moment into crystaline fevor. i can hear the strings in my mind. and of talk easy flashing in garish neon lights.

Cotton Candy, Pops, and Caramel Popcorn

Holiday pastures and moonlit brilliance. it seems that nothing ever stays the same. we all want to think that we've made a difference in life, in the world, in people. we all want to be remembered one way or the other. people who became infamous are just runner ups, never really, officially, making it to the big leagues. known but not loved. or is it more loved by few, hated by all? Im not leaving until rain stops knocking on my windows. cant let it in. cant let it take me. there's something too personal, being in the rain. i cant stand it when it touches my face, taking liberties with its cold caress. it feels like death. stealing all my warmth one centimeter at a time. I used to love rain. i remember i would run out in my shorts and overgrown shirt just to bathe in its warm waters. but that was another life, another continent. I remember trying that here, the first time i saw rain. i froze my ass off. nothing is ever quite the same as we remember it. I never understood why rain was cold here, until i was eight years old I never even thought of another alternative anywhere else in the world other than warm, no biting wind, rain. snow was a foreign word to me. I thought of it as clouds drifting down like softly padded shooting stars. snow was for the children in Disney movies making snow angels and morbidly obese snowmen and women with snow children, sticks, buttons, scarves, hats and carrots and bits of clouds- seemed easy enough for me.

Strawberry Avalance.

holes in the wall
lets all peel back that white-
plastic paint
feeling whole and sweet like suede .
bite into that pretty pink, pale peach
and tell me its secrets.

ive gone insane.
picking at little-little things
lets all sit and look up in the sky
and watch as clocks
fall to a stop.
lend me some time-
just a little bit more
and i'll prove lions do exist.

in this concrete jungle
where we swim through air,
avoiding collisions as we go
puffing bubbles as we go
jet on by.

lets swim in the ocean in the sky
watching pretty pink balloons
smoking pretty pink cigars
puff puff puffing as we fly

puff puffing, reaching high

Coy.

promissory notes
how early did we have to be
feel that hunger, thirst, that pain
That there's nothing at all to gain

Fluttering eyes and swaying hips
feel my warmth, watch move my lips