Pray For Rain

The clock's ticking louder than ever as all these deadlines start to close in. There's three places I want to display some work coming right around the corner; Illest of Ill, Tata and ZigZag's 'zine. I've never been a fan of recycling old artwork made a year or more ago in student shows like these. It just seems like a better idea to take the gallery theme into consideration and create something fresh and new for it. In the end though, I suppose it doesn't matter though because the audience probably won't realize that your best work was from an assignment you did a year ago and hell, you may even sell something. I guess what I'm getting at is.. my stubbornness has been keeping me busy. =)

Over the past week, George Pratt ( http://www.georgepratt.com/ ), my illustration teacher this year and a beast of an illustrator himself has given us a demo in both ink and oils. I realize that I tend to take in more whenever I get the opportunity to watch an artist demo which is why I wish that there were more in the area to see.

George Pratt's Demo Pieces




Finally, some paintings I did last week!





Looking back, I tend to go back and redo a ton of parts, either muddying things up or just making it not look like normal skin (especially in that second piece- which I must say, I did while working with the worst model I've painted). I'm going to make an effort in the future to nail the values and color I want to use from the beginning and stick with 2-3 mixtures until the end when I could come back with highlight, reflective light, the works. We'll see where things go from here!

Rise Slowly, Prevent Communal DCS

Hello world! I'm going to skip all the "It's been a while" and 'Sorry's, and just jump back into this. My art blog needs a revival (and art), so since I have received my first camera (Canon Powershot!), it should be easier to post pictures of my paintings, work, general-interesting-sights and writing! I've always been worried about 'quality' when it came to showing things but this year I figured I'd focus more on quantity and just make a lot and share them. So like introducing yourself to someone you just met, I can't think of much more to say so here's some one session paintings I did and a few things from over the summer!

The 2nd figure and the portraiture at the end were one class paintings in my Figure painting class. I already have two more paintings I'm getting ready to post soon so expect to see a lot coming out of that class =] I'm really hoping to improve on my painting skills this semester since its been holding me back on my illustrations for a while.
Oh, and the third landscape painting was done in a hotel at St. Augustine, looking out a window. I didn't get to pour as much time as I wanted since sitting down and painting "wasn't much of a vacation" to the family, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. Well its late, I'll fill this thing up with more of what I've been up to, shortly.

Eternity is Now

Attention Please.

Let us start off with one of those sirens. That time she moved her hair and looked at me.
Or let's start with the incident in the skies that you've surely missed. When everything was gold.

How about that time when I won the war against the ID Ego! And the days after that when everything seemed to make sense again.
Or the hour after that when I realized that it would never ever make sense. Not everything, anyway.

I could start from where I left off.. somewhere floating in space or looking for death on the horizon
or just someplace new and untouched..

But really, I don't think it matters where I start from because it all feels like now to me. Everything I wrote, said, thought- anything remembered! It all feels like now.
The thought went through me like an injection! Sharply and quickly, it intruded. Then silently it became accustomed to my body, making its way through holes that I've never felt..

I always thought of time as a sort of line that we were all walking along, balancing ourselves, and never able to turn around.
But then...

So softly, an image of me in time was painted in my mind and I realized something that I've always heard and said but finally I realized it. How we only exist in the now, never the past or future. Every experience we have is a current one and every memory of a "past" experience is a current one too because you can only remember in the present.

NEGLIGIBLE REALIZATION, I KNOW

but still.. in my mind I saw my world as a canvas and every experience that I lived through as just another spot filled. All my memories placed on a new blank spot, forming a completed painting that in the end would be called, "Ernon's Life."
I saw God hosting a gallery and my life's portrait up there being auctioned at a most amazing price to someone living wherever that just thought that everything I did and "was" was amazing and inspiring to them!
Quite blatantly, I was brought to joy from this simple thought.

I entertained myself with the idea that we are not walking in a straight line but rather being pushed and shaped around a canvas, waiting to see what we'll dry as..
entertained by the thought of being the controller of my personal illusion of time..

There you go again, boy.. rambling on and on again about stupid little nothings

But oddly, to me these realizations feel like nice little everythings.

"I wonder if my paintings and drawings have lives?
If so, I do believe that I should try my hardest to make their lives something beautiful."
and share them with anyone who has a heart capable of seeing them with.

So this is where I begin.

Nonsensical Title Pending

A thought hit me, not the first time of course, but this time I've illustrated it in my head completely..
Death is unfortunate.

At least, to me it is. Not just because of the "ah shit, I'm dead! What's next?" business or the "fuck, I hope the priest was kidding about that masturbation thing." It's actually far more simpler than that.

When I die it'll be without notice. That means..

'Shit, did not reply to that one person's blog!'
'Forgot to call up and wish my mum happy birthday again!><'
'Still never confessed to that one girl.'
'Forgot to wipe my hard drive of "garbage"!'
'Neeeever listened to my favorite band's album yet!!'

and let's not forget..

'all those people across the internet I talk to/talked to once/admired artistically/admired/etc will never know that I died, most likely.'

and that realization of incompleteness and anonymity after death just struck me as scary.




But back to more important matters!
I want to melt all my friends down and turn them into a neat inject capable drug and start shooting up because then I would be certain that they are actually moving towards my heart
and not the blasted shed in my head where I hide all the shit too broken to carry a long.

So let's just lift up our cups and toast on a good fight for our fellow Roses in the war with the sheep(pluralized).
And of course let's wish a pox upon the damn vagina for stealing the storks' business.

FACKYOU.iloveyou

O, Green Mind

I'm glad that the idea of recycling has finally caught on in the world. I've never been a fan of wastefully discarding things that still could function in another form, honestly..

So you should be able to imagine how delighted I was when I walked out of the Faust Ecstasy Recycling Agency with new memories, wrought with the sweetest moments ever experienced in all of mankind's history!

For ages now we've allowed our kin to simply die and rot in the ground, taking away with them all the moments they've shared and the feelings they felt. Faust Ecstasy has made it their dream to harvest these "thrown away" memories and recycle them into the minds of people who may need a little more flare in their minds when nostalgic and in the minds of people who seems to have allowed all the bad memories to overwhelm their few good ones.
Personally, I believe recycling is a great responsibility of ours that we should embrace and utilize to its utmost advantages and that goes for plastic, metal, semen, paper, children and our minds.
Throwing away these things carelessly could only result in an overflow of the discarded; junk piles and viscous memories in the air.

So I come to all of you today as a humble man blessed by precious moments not lived yet experienced; as a simple man who has lacked the embrace of some of the most truest love ever to kiss the Earth in all of time yet still possesses the qualia of the souls that did, to tell you that the recycling of minds is a beautiful concept whose only purpose is to preserve our already limited experiences for all the future generations to feel and experience.
Our minds are simply just sidewalks that we've been drawing on since we were kids..

And F.E.R.A. just wants to find you the perfect friend who can be there to help you color in the shapes.




Oh, I'm going to start a revolution from my bed
and make the Sun more enchanting and nostalgic than the Moon.


Goodnight.

Oh Darling..

You have her here, standing with you on the cold wet concrete of the old station
Asphyxiated by you stare, by your charm..
You can't help but stare at the subtle pink hue of her lips, slightly parted, longing for embrace
and you do it.
You embrace- a collision right before these train tracks
and it was painful.
So very painful, as she pressed into you as if to rip your head off..

But you love this pain-
you love this closeness
and damnit,
you might even love her.


But the music stops and by the conductor's cues, you realize the place you're at
and the time you have left..
Give her one last kiss to the forehead.
Perfect.
Now gently rub your hand across her cheeks.
The train siren sings its song
And her fingers dig in deep, holding you closer than she should
Her voice breaks halfway through as you both part, "I loved you.."
Now calmly say your words.. calmly now-
"Oh darling.. You do lack the will to let go, now don't you?"

"Operator, my system has done lost its mind."

End.

God, today was weird.
Conductor.. forget the finale, this story ends here.

This Stork is Funny Colored. [wtfblack?]

This drug is sacrosanct.

Such a build up of work in the life of I; school's finally picking up and smothering me in it's chores.
..But I asked for this, now didn't I?




Ugh.
Ugh.
Ugh.


When will I learn that simply making eye contact with this cat won't make her love me?
That my thoughts are purely my own and no matter how much I want it to happen
You can't read me..
You can't hear me..
You don't know me.


but I'm alright. Like a wave, another moment, another day will sweep by and maybe I'll get on the board and decide to ride back to the shore with you then. You promise?



Earth's no place for lovers anymore!
So fly to to the sun with me, baby, let's fly to the sun..