I like to take artistic inspiration from natural sources whenever possible. This year I have had a thing for molds and lichens. It has been a personal goal of mine to be able to reproduce this look convincingly since I have come to the realization that my old styrofoam tombstones really looked bad.I came across this picture that I took some time back, and was pleasantly surprised to find at least 3 new facial inspirations embedded in the old stump. There is a skull shape just to the right of dead center ( I said dead...he he) I think this one is fairly obvious, although when I took the picture I didn't see it. The other two may just be my imagination getting the better of me, but are in the bottom part of the stump on the left. ( a dopey looking half face in the outer bark below the lichens, and a frightened lad peeking out from behind it.) I have no clue if these will make it into a new piece or not, but sometimes discoveries like this take hold in my imagination and just beg to be brought to life.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Inspiration from Natural Forms
I like to take artistic inspiration from natural sources whenever possible. This year I have had a thing for molds and lichens. It has been a personal goal of mine to be able to reproduce this look convincingly since I have come to the realization that my old styrofoam tombstones really looked bad.I came across this picture that I took some time back, and was pleasantly surprised to find at least 3 new facial inspirations embedded in the old stump. There is a skull shape just to the right of dead center ( I said dead...he he) I think this one is fairly obvious, although when I took the picture I didn't see it. The other two may just be my imagination getting the better of me, but are in the bottom part of the stump on the left. ( a dopey looking half face in the outer bark below the lichens, and a frightened lad peeking out from behind it.) I have no clue if these will make it into a new piece or not, but sometimes discoveries like this take hold in my imagination and just beg to be brought to life.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Glimpses of the Fold
It all makes sense now.
Dreams. Dejavu. Time. Ghosts.
the voices.
and the small glimpses of movement that I have been seeing over the past few months. Little flits in the shadows. I turn my head quickly to see what it was, but there is never anything there. Was it a mouse? A cockroach? my imagination? It has been occurring with greater frequency..deep in the shadows, just out of sight. Always when I am thinking of something else. I can't make it happen...it just does. There in a flash then gone...did something just move? I don't know....maddening! But now a dawning of comprehension has occurred, connecting things i never realized. Should I pursue this new knowledge to the point of insanity? Or should i just discount it as passing fancy, returning to the comfort of being oblivious?It defies explanation, and yet somehow I am certain of the truth. Time has folded over on itself. And just as the daily newspaper has folds that force unlike events to go face to face, the folds in time force unlike events to share the same space if only for a fraction of a second. As these folds happen, it is possible to catch a glimpse of another time.
Dreams... memories of the past so vivid that they could be presently happening. Memories of things that never were...people you know but have never met.
Deja vu...Places you have been to but have never seen.
Ghosts...another time folded upon the present, sharing the same space. Somebody there, but not quite.
The motions in the shadows...the deep recess of the fold where beings in another time go about their business, unaware of the fold. And then just as suddenly as this fold has occurred, a wrinkle of time doubling over on itself , time snaps back into line and the fold is gone.
Dreams. Dejavu. Time. Ghosts.
the voices.
and the small glimpses of movement that I have been seeing over the past few months. Little flits in the shadows. I turn my head quickly to see what it was, but there is never anything there. Was it a mouse? A cockroach? my imagination? It has been occurring with greater frequency..deep in the shadows, just out of sight. Always when I am thinking of something else. I can't make it happen...it just does. There in a flash then gone...did something just move? I don't know....maddening! But now a dawning of comprehension has occurred, connecting things i never realized. Should I pursue this new knowledge to the point of insanity? Or should i just discount it as passing fancy, returning to the comfort of being oblivious?It defies explanation, and yet somehow I am certain of the truth. Time has folded over on itself. And just as the daily newspaper has folds that force unlike events to go face to face, the folds in time force unlike events to share the same space if only for a fraction of a second. As these folds happen, it is possible to catch a glimpse of another time.
Dreams... memories of the past so vivid that they could be presently happening. Memories of things that never were...people you know but have never met.
Deja vu...Places you have been to but have never seen.
Ghosts...another time folded upon the present, sharing the same space. Somebody there, but not quite.
The motions in the shadows...the deep recess of the fold where beings in another time go about their business, unaware of the fold. And then just as suddenly as this fold has occurred, a wrinkle of time doubling over on itself , time snaps back into line and the fold is gone.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Geezer
There is something horribly wrong with the pumpkin crop at The Shadow Farm. Perhaps the legends are true that there used to be a cemetery where the garden now stands. The pumpkin crop has grown very well in the dark, rich soil. The plants have grown strong with deep roots, but every harvest there are no fruits left to pick.
It almost like they are just walking away.
Geezer is currently available to purchase on Etsy.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Character Thoughts...emotion
I have been browsing some old pictures and came across this prop I made a few years ago. It is a Bucky skeleton from ACC that I corpsed with latex and pantyhose. As a Halloween prop, it serves its purpose but I have always felt there is something lacking. I attempt to capture some sort of emotion when creating. This piece seems to lack any hint of prior life...what was she thinking when she died? What was her emotional condition? I have no clue. It is just an in-you-face piece of Halloween gore. Perhaps I feel this way about her because there was very little thought put into creating her. The skeleton already existed, and the corpsing only took a few evenings. I have never given her a name. It is just a corpse used to make my yard scary. In my opinion, there is most definitely a difference in making a Halloween prop and creating a piece of art.I think I prefer to make characters.
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