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

Confound 

Confined 

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

Bred?

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 

Martyr 

Charter a cart for the cancer 

Or a fart for the zephyr 

Heftier, for the better 

Butter me up

Schism

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

Intact 

Distract 

refract the light that's growing dimmer in me

Glimmer

This seed

Feed or bleed

Is blood the love I longed for

Or need?

Want in me

Woe

One for the lost 

One for the lonesome, too

The last is for what I love 

And that one isn't you

True

I felt some sorrow

But I borrowed it from the truth 

Cruel

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

Death

The solemn vow 

The crusted crown I don for you

And no one else 

Why?

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.