from the archives: old pages
I stack papers in neat piles so they appear more organized, really they are not; but that is the trick.
So now is the time that new ideas birth. My little embryos, i shall nuture. Archiving. Hibernation. Snuggling. More hugs with strangers. More being friendly to the environment. Hot chocolate. Vespertine.
I might even fall in love with, and wake up tommorow morning and all the physics, chemistry, calculus and biology just live it and all the numbers just flow naturally from me. Of course, that would be wonderful if i had the voracious appetite for such things. Right now, it's just no flavour. It's quite stale, actually.
My boring (both productive and non-productive) yet important assets would be my patience, persistence (stubbornness) yet flexibility (indecisiveness), and half-assedness (ok, only half of the time) and not responding to failure no matter how many brick walls i hit (thick-head), questioning, making things boring or not boring and run-on sentences.
Probably the thing i need to get over is myself, (undeniable in-born guilt which has come to condition by thought and behaviour.) however. But, i keep the big strong (perhaps) healthy higher ego of mine because it does me well.
...maybe the better ones of the past five years until now? really more traditional pieces...
old artwork. started taking them down from my deviantart.com account just because, meaning to do that.
black pearl: crayons
bronze embrace: pencil & pencil crayon
dust bunnies pulling at the moon: watercolours, crayons
wrinkes: marker
father's feet: crayons
mousehunt: mixed media 2005
one of my most enjoyable pieces
the ocean of creativity: pencil crayons, ink polymer gloss finish (one panel of four) 2005
Creativity for me is imagining the infinite possibilties, another route, it's not linear, it's an ocean of possibilties, boundless. The ocean can be a big place, scary maybe, beautiful nonetheless. It's a fish eat fish eat fish and other creatures. A world with strange things, with many depths to explore. Maybe it all seems out of place and random, but everything is interconnected and cyclical. Every little bit is important. The white rabbit resting foetus-style in a bubble, with three crayons, red, black, and white represents myself, that's all you need to know. There is a Picasso fish holding a paintbrush, bleeding colourful fish.
green pepper and oranges: pencil crayons
patterns: watercolours - the earlier pieces when i started out with water colours.
pink guitar: markers, ink guitarist from a band i like (rooney)
rock on: pencil crayons & crayons
ralph lauren romance: black pencil crayon
silk & saffron: crayons & pencil crayons, ink - national geographic
probably escher started my obsession with mirrors and reflective surfaces.
Metamorphose and Self-Portrait in Spherical Mirror
ink and pencil crayons.
I wrote the poem which surrounds it.
B. Ernst on Hand with Reflecting Sphere (Self Portrait in Spherical Mirror)
"A child who looks into a mirror for the first time is surprised when he notices that the world behind the mirror, which looks so real, is actually 'intangible', however, he soon ceases to consider this false reality as being strange. In the course of time the surprise disappears, at least for most people. For them a mirror is merely a tool, used to help them to see themselves as others see them.
To Escher, however, the mirror image was no ordinary matter. He was particularly fascinated by the mixture of the one reality (the mirror itself and everything surrounding it) with the other reality (the reflection in the mirror)"
M.C. Escher "Such a globe reflection collects almost one's whole surroundings in one disk-shaped image. The whole room, four walls, the floor, and the ceiling, everything, albeit distorted is compressed into that one small circle. Your own head, or more exactly the point between your eyes is the absolute center. No matter how you turn or twist yourself, you can't get out of that central point. You are immovablly the focus, the unshakeable core, of your world. "
starry boy: crayons, ink
transparent: acrylics
my tree of knowledge: crayons, ink, pen - 2005
van gogh fingerpaint portrait: temperura, ink on 2005 - this was fun
van gogh dinner plate: mixed media - 2005
the moon escorst the sun: watercolours 2005
um, i titled it something absurd don't remember. it's marker & ink.
...and i still have yet to try knitting and oil painting! maybe when i'm an old lady.
it's time to organize and start saying hello to more people and do lots more random things, but do it better. i'll do this forever, and that's that. i just want to be more tricky about it.
this makes me happy.