Saturday, December 6, 2008

Only in my house...

My mother came home 2 and a half hours late from work, and started ranting about some nurse at her job... In which this sentence was said, " I don't give a fuck if she started nursing when she was 2 and worked there her entire life. " I love it when my mother gets riled.

And we made a complete chicken and broccoli alfredo dinner together and watched TOS : Star Trek on "late" night t.v. while we ate. Apparently, she loves Star Trek. Now I know where I get it from.. I'm oddly compelled to draw Captain Piccard, only because I want to draw and detail the shine on his bald head.

Happy Birthday James. I don't know what timezone you are in, but you're radical and I love you lots. Miss you, stay warm.

Now for something completely different.

I've noticed lately that my verbal communication skills are lacking. I slur things, and I barely remember vocabulary. Since I sit by myself at home all day, I rarely talk.. At all. I'll go upwards of 12 hours without saying a word. The saying, " use it or lose it " is applicable. To fix this, I am going to read outloud to my.. Well I'd say to myself, but that's just crazy. I shall read to my cat instead.

Friday, December 5, 2008

10 rounds in 15 seconds

I must admit that medieval torture devices are rather interesting. They say a lot about how far we've come, or rather - how actively we try and hide the horrendous, inhumane ( allegedly ) things we do. I am bewildered by the idea that torture is inhumane, when we've done it for so many thousands of years. Murder is inhumane, but we kill all the time... War is inhumane - but we do it for sport ( as I see no valid reason for our current war, perhaps only to flex some American Muscle ), discrimination is wrong, lying is wrong, etc., etc., but we do these things all the time.

Why do we continually deny it? Social stigma these days is quite a powerful tool, but that alone doesn't keep people from doing it behind closed doors. So what does that say? What does it mean? Other than these alleged inhumane things are quite humane and are a trait of human nature. I'm not saying go torture the next person that walks by your house but oh, it's something to think about now and again.

Thinking like a psychopath doesn't make you one.. But there was a recent statistic that stated 1 in 100 human beings exhibit psychopathic tendencies or thoughts, or actions.. Most of them become successful businessmen/womyn ( I had to ). Maybe it isn't so abnormal. I put my money down that if they tested good ol' ex-president-george-w.-bush was examined they'd find he was a psycho. Path.

And now for something completely different.

While I haven't taken pen to paper lately ( oh, I've been "busy" with my apathy and my insurance company ) I have been doing a lot of thinking about my "style" and why and what it means and all sorts of other b.s. and wondering about why I feel pulled so many different directions..

I enjoy religious art, not old school ( catholics expanded to a region where pot/shrooms wouldn't grow, before the dark ages old school ) where they removed all aspects of a body that made it so - where men and women looked the same though women weren't worthy enough ( save for that virgin mary ) to be portrayed as the long dark robe ( which we'd now arrest someone for wearing out on the grounds they could be a terrorist ) with that horrible hair.. Not that old school..

Maybe back from when the greek gods weren't "myths" though by todays standards their religion is still terribly valid.. Though I'm not so fond of their hair styles. Romans knew what was up. That classical, beautiful art. I'd love to go back in time and punch Constantine in the face. That man did not know what was up. He was so far down he was in China. Have you seen his wide eyed monument to himself? It's horrible. It makes me want to kick puppies. And I love puppies.

I love the romance of it, and at times the darkness behind a sculpture.. When you see it you're taken aback by the skill and the marvel of these tiny to massive human figures you can hug and feel the muscles in the body.. You can look into their "blank" eyes, but you can still see something, you can still feel a presence. I imagine the sculpture. You can touch what his hands touched so long ago, and when you do you are touching brilliance and greatness, and nothing like touching a celebrity or a president. I am no sculpture, but that idea is something to strive for.

And I'm torn, I suppose, between that romantic beauty with its capacity to be darker than it appears.. To the more modern "trends" I guess you could call them that, because finally there's a trend out there that has some half decent taste behind it. The bright flat colors and the vector shapes, and often the portrayal of some nature of some kind. The layering and fakness of it all; I call it fake because it's art that can't be touched, even printed it's still empty and false. But it's still appealing. There's a different kind of movement inherent in it.. But these days art we see is influenced by music ( fake music ). I suppose that's the movement I see. The fakness of it all reminds me of Barbie. It's a phase that will pass, and it might make some footnote in a history book 100 years from now. In reality it's actually a quite shitty style of art.

I highly doubt that Myron turned on music to inspire and motivate himself to work. It was his hungry gut and probably a little bit of misery that drove him to make his discus thrower. The motivation was internal.. Which as a society we've lost these days. We aren't hungry, and those who are don't have a pencil or paper to document it. And the Roman Discus thrower doesn't do Myron's original any justice.

So how do you combine the classical with the modern, the real with the fake, the beauty and the beasts. Cheesy, I know.. But it's my dilemma.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Projects and the Projects

I just finished watching some of the CNN documentary "Black in America."

I can honestly say I knew a lot of these things already. But, never... Ever had I been faced with it, with statistics, with interviews, and in such a short amount of time. I lived with these issues, sure, but having to look at it like that.. It felt like an atom bomb was going off in my brain. I really.. Can't put into words how I felt about what I saw, but I do realize so much change has to be made.

Change is hard though. You have people who eat the same food, at the same times, at the same places, in the same booths, every day.. And have done so for years. Getting them to change up what they eat is virtually impossible.. And here I'm asking for change of more monumental proportions. Change of outlook. Change of heart. It feels so impossible.

For those of you who didn't get to see it and want to share with me in this insane mindfuck, you can watch part of it here. I really can't.. put into words all the things that went through my mind. At one point I just cried. Not because one thing they said was sad, but all the things they said disgusted me. The thought that there is a better way. There has to be. And there is. It was really overwhelming.. And I haven't seen the entire documentary yet, but.. Damn. I need to wait another day before I can handle the Dr. King special.

Hear a thunderous voice, shouting there will be no peace...
Until our people rejoice, when every boy and girl is freed...
...You see it's going down, the wars and the mysteries...
But my friends, there'll be better days, and a better way...

So, go watch that. You'll probably be as wordless as I am.

On another note, one that's less depressing...

Here is my list of projects :

Elise's tattoo : Status : Needs to be traced onto different paper because my dumbass painted over the original sketch. Who's a winner? I am.
Pat's Motorcycle Seat : Status : Bondo'd. Needs to be sanded. Waiting for a day where the heat isn't blistering and humid.
Mixed Media FRUiT'S Drawings : Status : N/A yet. 0/20 completed.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Oooh, new blog.

As the title states. New blog.

This place will serve as my networking device, journal, and a log of my never ending adventures into the world of art, and other such stuff.. Neat, huh?

That is all for now.