12/29/17

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This picture really got me going this week. This was taken at Tyee High School in  SeaTac, WA.

 

 Creativeness manifests in so many different ways, it is the spark of ingenuity. Creativeness is submersing yourself in a task; giving it attention, and care, without ego. Universes are created in a flash and a bang of Ingenuity. With a skillful approach and  Ingenuity relationships flourish.

I had the chance to play with my sumi-e supplies from Xmas…

Rainy Day Hike Along Mt. Rainier

I’m extremely excited about trying this new medium. I tried to clear my mind of a preconception, and encourage myself to just play around and try new techniques. The brush flows with an effortless fluidity. It really is enamoring, this sumi-e. I plan on putting this on a black mat. And then I’ll search for a nice frame, or maybe I’ll learn to make one myself… Heheh.

How did Creativity strike you this week? Drop me a note, if you’d like to leave a comment.

Wood Block Project #1

So I’ve had this woodblock project post sitting in the drafts pile for a while now and I’ve been working on some new woodblock designs. So I figured I should show off my first attempt as well! I had this vision while I was trying to fall asleep. While I knew I wasn’t asleep the shadowy image on the wall, looking over me, sure made me feel like I was in one. The shadows and light layered over one another which brought about a hue around the edges and seemed to move the figure like some kind of 3-D image.

It was clearly a face on the wall, as it always is. Once I looked deeper though I realized that a lamp shade is what made up the mouth shape, slits of light were the eyes, the convex ceiling was the top of the head. The two walls join at an angle which really made the figure pop. It was at this point that I figured I either had to draw the Buddha figure watching over me lest I be haunted by misfortune. Over the following days I worked out the sketch, changing proportions and trying to find the right shape. This is what I settled on.

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Now I have only had one chance to try a woodblock and that was a while ago. So its really no surprise that while carving the block I had some gouges and imperfections, though it was fun I wasn’t sure if the end product would turn out.

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“Top Knot”

I ended up needing to go back and cut a little deeper in the nose, and mouth area. You can see along the border where the knife slipped and some of the smaller areas are really gouged at. I’m still looking for some good quality paper to put a black and white draft on. I had some black paper around the house and wanted to try some prints.

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Not exactly as excited as I was when I started. The raised face takes away from the cool outline. This was the better print that turned out after trying a few. While I was working on the nose I took a bit too much out which you can see clearly here. I also had a tough time getting a smooth print. You can see where I lifted the block the little bubbly areas that I think are either from too much ink, or not the right type of paper, or both. I’d like to try this image again, I think it’s really cool and could look great on a t-shirt.

This weekend I plan on sketching a new design, I’d like to make a nice archival butterfly picture for my wife.

Me and You

Everything is torn

in this world of twos.

Everything is

ideas, opinions, judgments, decisions.

There’s a whole world

between me and you.

Scattered and tattered

we’re torn apart

by the idea that we’re torn.

The mind divides

it’s just what we do

and now there seems

to be no reconciliation

between me                                    and you.

via Daily Prompt: Torn

About 2.0

“What is this thing… And how did it get here!”

I guess this is a change in format, or maybe its an acknowledgment of what it always was…

I want this blog to be my artist’s notepad/journal. A place to collect my work. Honestly down the road I hope to offer artwork for sale. It has always been my mindset, being an artist, though never my reality. Which has definitely caused a lot of confusion and frustration, however it’s only a reality because I’ve made it so, right?

I write, draw, and paint so I would like to take these elements and integrate them into pieces that are tangible; t-shirts, poetry chapbooks, short stories, original artwork… Etc, etc. Nothing new, not inventing anything, just an honest offering of what I love doing.

I’m always going to be working on projects regardless and the internet is a big enough place, so why not add one more person’s story.

For now thank you to the readers, likers, and followers. I really only hope to add some enjoyment to the day.

Possession and the Idea Thereof

I Grasp to my ideas, viewpoints (and words)

Hanging onto them as if they were all I had.

Too many people have died, or suffered,

From the idea of possession.

I should fight the idea that

I can hold on to anything

Lest I want to choke creativity.

From possession we get:

Greed,

and therefore…

Competition, competition is what got us here. Economic, social, political… competition. Everyone trying to take a piece for themselves the piece they deserve what they’ve got comin’ to ‘em. Whereby it is regardless of the means necessary to take it. Psychologically, physically, take it.

Tradition

Culture

We posses a culture. We hold on to our culture and our traditions because they gather together the right feelings inside; Drama, we love to live within our drama; happiness, contentment, security within the familiar; how many years in a row am I supposed to watch A Christmas Story on TV during the whole month of December. Funny thing about America; culture is what drove us here, either to plant the root of a culture in a new land, a new territory, or to get away from an old culture and start anew. When are we gonna start anew? When are we going to stand up and accept change, differences, and the limitations of language. When are we going to drop the lie of separation and realize the interconnection; borders and ownership only exist within the idea of possession.

I have been constantly striving to take life,

to take ownership of it.

Holding fast to my culture, my interests, my identity.

Which then leaves me living in doubt,

since deep down I know I can’t own life,

or anything herein.

So I doubt my place in life.

I guess that meanz I’ve been living a lie. When life is a lie it ceases to be. it becomes and then it ceases, as does everything that is created. But if life is lived as truth, as what it has presented here and now then it has been experienced.