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Saturday, April 14, 2012

Art and Paperclips Are For Bending

So, it has been some time since I included some art on the blog. Thus, I thought it pertinent to do so. Once again, you will notice the continuous use of the heart symbol mentioned elsewhere. Let me know your thoughts on these in the comments section:

Here is a rather primitive version of the polygonal heart symbol I use often. It is distorted as if swollen with "LOVE" within.

Here we have a more classic version of the symbol, rigged up with tubes and devices that make it seem like some kind of machine. Below, we have a detail of the sketch.
Again, the heart symbol here appears with a bullet home in the center and a smattering of blood that makes it seem like it were pinned to the wall. 

We have here two praying hands held together with nails, sutures, pins, and stitches. It meant to draw criticism to the "obligation" of prayer, as it we have no choice. (I must admit, however, my fondness of prayer). 

I have several versions of this figure, which I will most certainly include in the future. This was the first version I drew. They are very emaciated in appearance and evoke various "senses". This one rings of sadness.

Here we have a withered tree with the last of its fruit expunged, laying in a pool of blood at its foot with a drip suspended in air. This piece is unique because I usually do not sketch in pen (due to my many mistakes), but this one came out wonderfully. Above, we have a close up of the apple.

This is an example of my more surreal pieces. We have a ball of yarn shining like the sun with an unravelled string hanging down and forming a noose. In the center of the noose is a tear drop, with the paradoxical words "HeeD The Silence" labeling the piece.

Here, the peace sign has grown to include three protruding blades, each stained with blood. It meant to evoke the fact that many have fought and died for the attainment of peace, a rather silly fact if you ask me.

To conclude this blog post, I've added a rather old poem of mine, "Paperclips Are For Bending". As with many of my pieces, the title does not fit the poem itself. Once more, the style resembles a run-on sentence, moving from one though to another. I hope you have enjoyed the post, and please feel free to send me an email or leave a comment with your thoughts.

Paperclips Are For Bending

Crush the chalk between your hands, 
So you can trace the accident
Profoundly blind 
Is that all you wish to see?
All is beyond your comprehension 
Am I too much for your soul's discretion? 
Let me take the fall
Crayons on the wall 
For these balls have been broken 
And its time I bent these bones
The bars are breaking
And I let it go
Wigs for the wearing 
Pigs for the caring 
Bread for the sharing of poisoned mead
Dead from Death's commitment 
For the one to shape the sides of this barrel 
Shoot off a round in my direction 
So I can catch some sight of death
Evade the breath
Invade the breasts for hibernating 
Call to me
Call me out 
Take me down
Or drag me around 
Ribbons choke the childish throat 
A goat who milked its soul dry 
Pry, try 
I beg for you to lie 
Disregard the only thing I have left 
Charter a cart for the cancer 
Or a fart for the zephyr 
Heftier, for the better 
Butter me up
Prism built from the fission
Make clearer this vision
I can't seem to reveal 
Feel you floating farther 
Further from the one thing left that's real
refract the light that's growing dimmer in me
This seed
Feed or bleed
Is blood the love I longed for
Or need?
Want in me
One for the lost 
One for the lonesome, too
The last is for what I love 
And that one isn't you
I felt some sorrow
But I borrowed it from the truth 
Cruel for the cold relief 
A relic left on the wall of my mind
Set there by a hand 
A hand I kissed, but never will again
The solemn vow 
The crusted crown I don for you
And no one else 
I try to answer
But Death's sight caught the bullet for me 
Because I shaped the barrel 
Bent the corners inward
All for you
Go on
Rub the chalk around your linger tips 
And trace the line around my body 
Around where I fell
For you 

Oh, and one more thing: I have recently taken up a new project. Some of you may have heard of diptics or tryptics, two or three pieces of art or photographs meant to be viewed together. Well, this is a similar notion, something I'm calling a "Sextic". It consists of six painting that can be viewed separately as individual pieces, each uniquely designed. However, when brought together and arranged precisely, they form a whole image. I have included a preview of the project (which should take a significant amount of time) below. I hope you're all as excited as I am.     

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