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Hello Lovers Far and Wide!
It's good to be back after all these years :-)
You can warm up to the impending Tidal Waves of Love
by enjoying this video about Unlocking Human Potential :
http://surrealarchive.com/?p=38
all the best
M
| "A vision could put you on a path you don't want to follow." | |
| --Archie Fire Lame Deer, LAKOTA | |
| There is a saying, "You move toward and become like that which you think about." If we keep thinking about a bad thing, we will move in that direction. If we think about fear in some area of our life, we will probably experience this fear. We move toward and become like that which we think about. If we think about secret things, these secret things will come to pass. Our visions are very powerful. Visions determine our direction, our lives. If you think about lustful things, it's a matter of time before you'll be wrestling with it. We should think about our visions to make sure they include the Great Spirit in every area. |
Great Spirit, today, give me Your vision to follow.
The pages of my sketchbooks are the places where my ideas are born and where some of my dreams go to die. I don't keep a regular daily handwritten journal like I used to, so whenever an idea grabs me and I feel the urge to record it on paper, I use whatever bare scrap of paper or tracing paper I can find.
The first several images are sketches I did last night. I was thinking on the paper, not really concentrating on finishing anything, but ended up frustrated anyway because the idea I had for this character just wasn't coming out right. It was like physically I just couldn't well translate what I was thinking, but it should give you an indication how I compose a drawing. The key thing is to not do anything perfect, just get the barest impressions out so I can later flesh out the character more without wasting the illustration board marked up with my sketches. I usually work on tracing paper first and then transfer the finished idea to the board. This not only saves paper, but makes the final drawing polished and professional in its appearance. The last thing you want a potential employer to see is a messy product.
The fourth image is of a design for a Moon Cross. I drew it both in Dragon's blood ink and in pencil. Sometimes I work on ideas for spells and jewelery this way. I drew this several years ago and am glad I kept the image because now I'm thinking of using it for a character's elaborate necklace which has a big iron key dangling from it. The moon cross symbol would be very appropriate for this magical piece of jewelery.
The fifth sketch is of a real life vision I had about a Hindu god. I was attempting to record what I saw and compare it with images of Hindu gods to see if I could identify him/her. I still haven't found out who they are.
The sixth sketch was done in India ink -- I imagined my old cat companion, Nightshade, as an undead kitty drawn in a Manga style and bouncing around. I still think of Nightshade everyday. I miss that cat.
The next sketch was one for fleshing out the image of the Little People in my comic book. I still haven't got the look of them just right, but you get the idea. The Little People of Chippewa legend don't actually look like this. If I were to draw them exactly the way they are described by elders, it would mean bringing down the wrath of these nature spirits upon me. I had to find a fictional, yet respectful way to reinterpret the Little People. The "real" Little People are very hairy and kinda look like tiny gnomes of European legend. The Little People in the comic book are exactly tiny versions of our ancient ancestors but to make them different from us, their eyes are little black beads and they wear nondescript, shabby clothing.
The eighth sketch incorporates my handwritting with a pencil sketch. My writing literally takes over the poor goat woman sketched in pencil. I was mad at the time over a lover. If you read any of the writing, you can tell that I was struggling. I just think this image shows just how obsessed I can get -- and it's more than a little creepy.
Next is a memory sketch of Andrew, my old friend. I forgot I had it. I look back on it with amusement. I have a tendency to cartoonize my friends. Not all of them appreciate it. When I showed this sketch to Drew, he balked and laughed out loud and demanded that I never draw him again. Oh, well.
The next set of images are sketches from a dream. Sometimes a dream seems important enough for me to draw it out. I no longer remember the dream, I just have the sketch now, and since I was still kind of asleep when I drew these images, I don't even remember in what order they appeared.
The next two sets of faces are typical drawings I've done out of boredom. I'll get a face in my head that I have to draw. Someday later I'll turn back to these drawings and try to make them into future characters for stories. For now, they just stare off into the distance or look back at me, wondering when they are going to get lives.
The last two were my attempt at creating a decorative alphabet. The idea never got anywhere, but while I was drawing out the letters, I came up with some handwritten ideas for stories that also never got anywhere. This is another example of how some ideas seem very important at the time I think of them, but then only later prove to just be an exercise in how I narrow the ideas down sometimes into nothing. It's still good to look back at these images, however. Makes it seem like I've been very productive!
The Bas-relief of My Soul...
As I open the door
To begin another day,
I see all that is before me,
And yet I feel there should be more...
Something isn't right
With the world that I've made.
It's so surreal in its beauty
Yet with apocalyptic sights...
The visions are mine,
Horrible in their charm,
And yet masterpieces of damnation -
Armageddon of the sublime...
I know they are not real,
These visions of which I speak.
They are but bas-reliefs on my soul -
Stitches upon a mind that will not heal...
in other worlds, i have stopped completely. completely annilated. that's what envisioning your parallel does--annihilates you. that's what happens in "sad-eyed." he sees a mirror image of himself in the woman. and all there is between them is this empty gulf. this lush, low-lying loss. this delta blues. this fertile crescent, swallowing swamp--all paradox. swamps, estuaries (lowlands if you will) are full of decay and also full of effervescent life.
how poetical. these ideas we have of others, they are actually sad, sad mirrors of ourselves, painted on a sheet-metal memory, reflected in our warehouse eyes, where we accumulate these visions, these ideologies, and tell ourselves that's what is--the idea of you is you-- when in reality, they are so far from it.
i once wrote about myself, because you told me--i can create any character i want to love. i've done it with you. and so has bobby with his sad-eyed lady, waiting at her gate.
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