Decided to entitle the piece "Starry Eyed", since it was inspired from one of my favorite songs (it's a piece of a lyric.)
Mixed media. Under layers include (> = seperated by a layer of workable fixative): a graphite drawing > Some gesso and matte medium > charcoal> a few washes of ink and water > an oil mixed with turpenoid oil (Burnt Umber and Titanium White i think?) > removed oil wit ha paper towel and kneaded rubber > and theeeen added a bit of color with pink and blue conte crayons. There's more I could do but I don't really want to. I feel its finished as is.
There's alot of textures that my low-tech phone camera can't catch. I wish I could take a higher res photo and different angles.
In hindsight,from this study, I've learned that I can achieve this end result in a quicker fashion than what I performed. I also need to work on my portraits (that's no secret though), especially in the aspects of value and line work.
Here's the end of my oil wash application. I did several coats to achieve a variety of drip marks, under the weight of varied consistencies. It's helping to bring out the texture that was built up by the matte medium. The next step is to remove paint from areas that need highlights.
When tough times come I realize that I
Tend to climb up on the clouds and pretend to fly
I look up and latch my ogle onto the sky
I know that if I look away my wish will die
I’d probably fall to the earth just like my
Tears rolling off my face if I happened to cry
So I stay fixated, well, at least I try
Conscience reminded me of my web of lies
The figment crumbles from what I materialized
My ascended reverie now a fallacy of mine
I look pass my feet as the fluffy base spread wide
The walls I erected fall per reality’s rise
I land very softly, to my own surprise
Conscience was there to prevent my demise
Enthralling me, it laughed; inclined, I asked “Why?”
It said “If it wasn’t for me, you‘d be one unlucky guy!”
What's up everyone, it's been a while! Been a little busy with school work and everything. I plan on working on my painting, and attempt to train myself to use oils. I'm also working on bettering my poetry and lyrical talent, and am even collaborating with my cousin, who lives aaaaall the way in Florida!. Anyways, for content's sake, here's a quick image I rendered on CS2. Amateur photoshop at it's finest!
A rhythmic patter ensues, and it’s eternal; the heart
A brief and bereft halt interrupts us, momentarily; it skips
From either love or loss it spawns, subjectively; whenever
Instinctively, unnervingly- forever insubstantial; we feel
Fear and love
In either hand
Wherein sight of
Do we understand?
Like stars above
Or earthly land
Two emotions thereof
Are equally grand
Notwithstanding failed finales, we remain in pursuit of them; it starts
Selfishness overtakes sanity and procreates obsession; with lips
Although we fake reins over action and impression; forever
Enslaved are we forevermore to a longing of cohesive algorithm; we seal
A somber malady
A beautiful melody
A sweet reverie
A harsh fatality
With intents actuality
We embrace openly
In pain secretly
A revolting reality
As to attempt a blatant revealing of our faults and revelry; depart
Embark on the voyage, engorge in ecstatic galore; a trip
Embargo your blood flow as you find what lovers adore; we’re clever
To become a part of you as you are one of me; until
A vanishing point
As horizons shatter
A deathly anoint
Our affections gather
Persons, one joint
Separation is rather
An ill-chosen appoint
A cleansing lather
On an plane of existence we coincide with each other; apart
On an axis we roam, convergence we can’t avoid; we rip
With grids we align as if coordinates were deployed; together
We realize that you and I exist for none but one another; we heal
As hands turn
And pivot freely
Our flame burns
Like candles ideally
Flesh is earned
Words are steely
As your yearn
Softens my feeling
I told her
Her love is the key and my heart is just the door
She could be my sea, and I could be the shore
We could be close, like the numbers three and four
That she would feel my love inside like an apple core
She told me
Together we could fly like a shooting star
It sounds really nice, be I can’t see that far
I’m doing the speed limit and you’re a runaway car
You’re like a blur: when I try to see you, it get’s hard
And then I
Caught her gaze as she let it fall to the floor
Said that if she didn’t have enough throttle, I’d give her more
And if she couldn’t bear arms I would be her warrior
That she was the only one I planned on fighting for
She stood up
And flashed a faux smile that tore my imagery apart
I had the right one in my hand , but played all of the wrong cards
She might have stolen from me and I could call it burglary
But I let her in willingly when I let her have my key
I made a few copies, though…
Delve into the coal mine; my allegorized perception
Pressure forces brilliance; as lucent as a silent plea
This sentience constructs a foundation of remarkable deception
Amalgamated dementia, the fascia to erroneous glee
At its entrance, disambiguated silhouettes carve into the light
Onyx alternations: the positive and negative of memory’s pristine
I recall the past with clarity among my emotion’s insight
Despite it all, I attempt to grasp conceptual relationship by any means
Complications arose, birthed from our interlocking lace
Attempts to reconcile turn into systemized trolleys
If I wear a smile, could we be saved by its face?
Or would we plunge into the depths of spite and melancholy?
The veiled innards of this cave conceal prolonged warmth
And these eyes, though dilated, are accustomed to an amity ever lit
Hope casts a luminous reflection of our past, and juts it forth
As this miner unearths the diamond in sediment’s respite
This is definitely a wake-up call for me. I don't think I've ever really encountered too many people who stood firm on idiotic stances like this. Like... I don't even know what to say about it. What's worse is that I know there are more people in America who believe in and will participate in this.
Here's a link to the web page article: http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/09/07/florida.quran.burning/index.html
I just need to know what prompts someone to think: "I want to use radical methods to fight and advocate against radicalism." That's like trying to dry yourself off with water.
Let me scurry through my mind and then
Finger through some rambling’s
Think about my day again
Self-questioning without an end
Rectify my wrongs
Write lyrics to a song
Conform to the throng
Or worry that the syllables in this line make it seem much too long
I could change the genre
Seize life by the arm, or
Shock audiences with whispers
Like a double entendre
Whatever I strive
People will know I’m alive
Simply because I have a drive
That will never “take five”
Do I Impress you?
Well, wait until you listen to
What I have to say and why you’re one of the few
If you think my work is comparable to a jewel
Then think about the facets of a gem, and a craftsman’s tools
What I show is a ruse; and what I possess, we all do
A polished up surface breaking free from the crude
These words are just that- and if you don’t have a clue
Then I’m afraid you’re in for disappointment and rue
I’m about as unimpressive as untying a shoe
About as stale as old chips when you first chew
Occasionally awkward or unpleasant, like accidental drool
Or when your eyes falter from an accidental “I love you”
I won’t blame you if you detach the urge to pursue
Because I know when you see me you always think “Well, he’s kind of cute...”
... Wait, you say after all that, you still think I’m “kind of cool?”
Well I don’t object, but I do think you’re some kind of fool…
… Buuuuut, we can be cool fools together... "WINK!"
They could turn your allure into a language
And from you I would still find myself speechless
They could make your heart seem like a war zone
And, like a soldier, for you I wouldn’t dare to regress
They could reveal all of my wrongs
And, for you, I would atone
They could take the all the air from the earth
And I would still be able to live on your breath alone
They could veil the world in darkness
And I would still be able to find your light
They could force my eyes to close
And you would still be clear in my sight
They could find a way to stop us
And I would still find it difficult to not be moved by you
They could remove every pen, pencil, or paintbrush
And I would still have an inkling of what draws me to you
Talent is awareness; self-granted thought provoking actions or words with a distinguished endpoint, sculpted from a medium relative to determination. Learn to evoke extremities in strokes of simplicity, and learn to share what you garner with others. Talent may be a blessing, but, what is aptitude without affection and appreciation, but futility.
-Alexis E. Rodriguez
3rd part to the study. Applied color pencil over the oil paint. All in all, this isn't the effect I was hoping for, but the contrast between the flower and the backdrop is nice. There's a real gloomy feeling, like a storm is brewing in the skies. I'll see how I apply this to my future piece...
It’s been a long time since I last had a cookie
Focus becomes inexplicable; hunger took reign as it arrived
Depravity wallows within walls, narrowed -emaciation; sweets deprived
Remembrance of the decadent delicacy eludes my mind
I close my eyes and imagine dough refined, deliciousness contrived
Logic is replaced with obsidian parallels
Thoughts from onyx, boiling over in desire’s jail cell
Where to excavate, and plunder kitchen cabinets –I cannot tell
And yet I rummage through my suffering, to no avail
Stomach’s insight in sight, sugar is a preference
Chocolate chip is tertiary, and what’s second equals irrelevance
Indulgence is a must, and satisfaction resembles imminence
I suppose you could say that I really want a cookie, more or less
Many stories are left untold
A few of mine own are liken to perpetuity
Or to a game of poker: “The inevitable hand that folds”
Opposing sentiments, that to no end, are riddled with similarities
I may prompt you to wonder just what I mean, or what I see
With blatancy under my belt, relevancy revs revolutions
It’s no big deal, only that which is most dear to you and me
An idiosyncrasy we succumb to repeatedly; unreliable viability; “rotations”
Cognitive cautiousness causing effective affections like the clogged cogwheels of a clock
Or call it like, love, or lust; either or, neither, or nevermore- it makes no difference to me
That love is a ridiculous sensation
That requires no physical relation
Only wishful thinking leading to elation
A dipped and dazzled fabrication
Born of socioculture situations
A repetitive mechanic; organic mechanization
A sentiment that for granted, it is taken
Without it we'd be cringing in desperation
Maniacal proprieties; overran with confusion
Too much and it feels like an obligation
Erratic eyes with minds desperate for liberation
She's guilty as charged; a criminals implications
Cupid on jury duty, winning is out of the question
I look into her eyes; an ocular temptation
And soon enough, I came to this realization.
Maybe I'm just thinking about it too hard.
So what about death?
How do I prevent my last breath?
Life isn’t something I want to take for a gamble.
But I still take my next step
Without knowing what comes next, or what is left.
Have you ever felt an emotion evoked from the way your life might compel
A situation that demands you to scorn the heavens with a sharp gaze of rebel?
Or speak up with the voice of a rebel, in the same manner of the devil
With a similar interest of an arsonist, a prerogative of a fire starter
Alongside the lament of a martyr?
You want to believe, but you can’t convince your heart or
Lift your hopes up or even look back up.
“He” hides behind the sky; A veil of blue with specks of white
That prompts us to worship with what we feel is our minds eye.
Why am I so afraid to lie? And why do I pray for the day that I die?
I can’t fathom a distance that high;
A place where which he dwells, the “Most High”
The one where my questions go to for replies
I guess this questioning is what they call a sin
Because apparently against him, I can never win
Even if my faith is what makes him great
In the end I’m just one man, riding the span of my life until the end of my plan.
So until that day arrives, I’ll just do what I can…
I just pray for another day, but no matter our origin you can’t deny that life is great.
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