I am an artist and enjoy writing about art and the pieces I create. If you want to learn more about my art simply use this tag.
I just scribbled down a fast poem and wanted to get some feed back. I also like how it came out, so wanted to share it with you, my readers.
She waits, she works
she spins and twirls.
Merrily on her way she goes
in a dance that no one knows.
He paces, he panics
He dashes to run races.
Frantically rushing every where
in a rave that no one knows.
They talk, they listen
They move all about
Sweetly whispering and giggling in the other’s ears
in a life no on really knows about.
I painted a little forest area and recorded myself while doing so. Here is the sped up video, that is available on youtube. I also have two other paintings that I recorded and sped up.
Here is some more information about the video and song that is playing in the back ground.
This a sped up version of me painting a forest, which is where the title “Forest Painting” comes from. It took me a little over an hour to paint this piece and is one of the very few forest paintings I have done.
The song in the background is O.A.R.’s song, “If Only She Knew.”
It is off their 2001 album Risen. You can find more information on O.A.R. on their website.
This week’s update is late. This week’s update is short. If I was not tired this week’s update would also be clever.
It has been a long week. I drove Kateland to meet up with Zach Deputy, so that she could go on tour with him. I actually had to check in order to make sure that it had only been a week. I was right, that happened this week. We had dinner with Zach, which was a great time. I got see what a cool guy he is and he made one comment that really was great. He said that he made and created his music to get that played in his head out. This is why I right and paint. It was amazing to hear someone else having a similar brain to me. I write and paint because if I did not I would have so many stories floating around in my head I would not know what to do.
Most of my week was the same old same old. I did write a poem on Tuesday called Black Winged Guardian, since it was floating around in my head for a day.
The only other thing that was taking a step towards my dreams was that I have decided to research acting classes. I started today looking today. I have found improv classes (which won’t work, since I am already in an improv group) and a workshop (which won’t work because I want to do it to grow a muscle. I know how to use the acting muscle… my muscle is just weak and unused.) I may wind up simply doing more acting videos. We shall see what happens.
Have a good week and I shall write again… at some point
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I drove home really late last night by myself. While driving I came up with this poem. Let me know what you think.
Black Winged Guardian
Black winged guardian
hiding in the night sky;
watching over your charge
In invisible armor
to match your unseen ways.
Mysterious and strong
staying in the shadows
exactly where danger lurks.
Black winged guardian,
inconspicuous hero,
hiding out of sight
so villains always feel fright
and victims stay alright.
Black winged guardian,
only feeling love unknown
staying in the shadows
staying where you were meant to be.
Powerful and brave,
Mysterious and strong,
Yet unknown and unseen.
I started my new job this week. I went in bright and early on Monday and then even earlier every other day. I did my training and went through Human Resources things. By the end of the week I was actually working on a few real sites. You see my not lame day job, that I mentioned in last week’s DreamWard Bound post, is that I’m an ethical hacker. I will be working on client’s sites to find their weaknesses, so that the bad guys can’t. It is technically called web security, but ethical hacker sounds much cooler.
Since most of my time, energy, and brain power went to just surviving the first week of waking up early, and working 8 hrs a day, I do not have an art updates. This post is the closest thing to writing I have done all week, which actually brings me to my first realization. I need to do something art based every week. I was so wiped by the time the week ended and it took me until today, Sunday, to realize how drained I was. You see, art is how I charge my brain’s battery. I turn off reality while I create. I turn off what is going on in my life. I turn off myself. I step outside of who I am to create and in creating I learn either more about God or more about myself, some how. This may not make sense, but art doesn’t always make sense. Just know that art is a release and I now know that I 100% need that release in my daily life, or at least in my weekly schedule.
Another thing I learned, well kind of learned or rather something I want to make sure you know. The web security industry is awesome. What I have seem of it, is super cool. Most of my co-workers are nice people who want to help. Some have felt the sting of being on the outside of society (ie they’re nerds). Others are what society would call normal, or at least can fake normalcy for the most part. What it comes down to is that I know work with nerds, geeks, and just smart guys, who are real. The entire company seems to be made up of normal people working comfortably. Even the upper managers are just normal people, working in a company that promotes openness and a relaxed yet productive culture. In other words I work at an awesome tech company, that is like the tech companies you may hear about.
Now, I may be working a day job to support my passions, but my friend/ roommate will not be. I am sure I mentioned Kateland before. I may have only mentioned her blog. Any ways I am super excited for her, because we are both focused on our dreams right now and she is taking a giant step towards her dreams. She will be working with a musician for the next month or so. She is going to travel with him and sell his merchandise, which will help her experience tour life, network with people, and be around the music she loves. She has a passion for music and this job will surround her in music. I am very excited for her and happy that she will be able to have a taste of her dreams. I have been telling everyone I can, because this will affect my life, also. I will be watching and learning from her experience.
I believe that is all that went on this week. I hope to post more about my art in the coming week, but for now it’s all about my not lame day job.
Yesterday I spent the afternoon painting and decided to paint a full piece. I painted it from beginning to end all in one sitting, which took about an hour. I also decided to record this process and see what it looks like to paint. I sped it up, put a good song in the background and posted it on youtube.
The song that is playing is Regnia Spektor’s Hotel Song and can be found on her album Begin to Hope, which was released in 2006. For more on Regnia Specktor her website.
Here is the finished product
I have decided to record poem readings. My first one recorded is the last poem I wrote (No Mold). I have posted the first draft of the poem on this blog but have edited it since. Here is the version I used for this video.
No Mold
Oh sad and crumpling world
where the non-judgmental judge,
where those who fight for the future
live in the past,
and where beauty is
as fragile as a single word.
What a poor world
where beauty and art
can only be seen striped of dignity,
where nonconformist conforms,
and integrity is torn from morals.
What a sad, sad world
where one shouts, “Be who you are,”
as they push you into a mold.
Can you not see my beauty?
do you not understand my soul?
I am not simply a body.
I do not need your mold.
Yes, what a sad, crumpling world.
It breaks my very being,
so I will walk away.
And stand where others will fall.
see the beauty in dignity,
art in the unmodified.
For I do not judge those who judge
do not condemn those who condemn
and I love all.
Oh sad and crumpling world
where the non-judgmental judge,
where those who fight for the future
live in the past,
and where beauty is
as fragile as a single word.
What a poor pitiful world
where beauty and art
can only be seen striped of dignity,
where nonconformist conforms,
and integrity is torn from away from morals.
What a sad, sad world
where one shouts, “Be who you are,”
as they push you into a mold.
Can you not see my beauty?
do you not understand my soul?
I am not simply a body.
I do not need your mold.
Yes, what a sad, pitiful, crumpling world.
It is a world that breaks my very being,
so I will walk away.
I will continue to stand where others will fall.
I will see the beauty in dignity,
art in the unmodified,
and be at peace,
because I do not judge those who judge
do not condemn those who condemn
and love all.
Hello, today I decided to do the daily prompt. This is a mostly unedited poem. Please let me know what you think.
Precious
Who is precious?
Who can do no wrong?
There is only one.
With love flowing out
he came to the ground
with all the power
of the earth he owned,
He humbled himself to save every soul;
he came to rescue everyone.does no wrong
Yes my precious lives far above,
yes the one who can do no wrong
wrote the rules of the universe in our hearts.
He is love and truth.
He rescues those who,
by the free will he gave,
chose to walk away.
He is in my precious.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/12/daily-prompt-my-precious/
A note before the poem:
I’ve been reading Psalms and Proverbs lately. This is a poem that came out of that study. I hope you enjoy it and please tell me what you think.
God’s promise
Walk hand in hand with me,
I’ll show you everything I see.
Place your hope in the hand of mine
and I’ll carry it even higher.
Love me now
and I’ll show you my forever.
Love you forever
and I’ll show you my Heaven.
Only
walk hand in hand with me
and I’ll lead you where you should go;
showing you all you can be
helping you to truly grow.
So walk hand in hand with me
I’ll show you everything there is to see
walk hand in hand with me
and I’ll teach you which way to go,
how to grow.
I will teach you you’re always in my hand
I’ll never let you go.