A step up from the graphite version. There's also some built up textures from a few coats of matte medium
Portrait: Phase 2 - Charcoal and Ink Wash!
A step up from the graphite version. There's also some built up textures from a few coats of matte medium
Poem: Escapism
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!”
Portrait: Phase 1
Been itching to do a new technique i discovered at an art showing the other day. Here's the base drawing.
THIS BLOG IS NOW DIAMONDS!
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!
Either or, Neither, or Nevermore
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
Poem: Keys
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…
Sketchbook: Objects and Ideas
Here go a few random sketches pulled out of my sketchbooks. A few objects and ideas.
Poem: 9/1/10
Refining
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 really makes me sad...
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.
Two Poems
Sketch
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”
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Impression
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!"
Poem: 9/1/10
They Could
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
Smile!
Haha this one is definitely old. Done way back in high school. I threw it through two filters in Photoshop CS2 to give it a grainy texture. Originally it wasn't as interesting as I remember hoping it would be. I figured I'd post this since I did happen to pull shapes from one block to make a smiley face... and who doesn't need a smile in their life?
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