Monthly Archives: October 2012

Poetry

To stand in front of the mirror

Idyllically watching the backwards progression

Those around us moving in ever repeating circles

The drain of wich holds no relevance

we fall

Collapsing inward distrust, distaste, dissatisfied

What then holds the hand of our youth.

no hope to see the future that breads

watching the pornography taking place in front of me

this is the jungle of contempt, this is the forest of hate

this is where i am left to navigate uncompassed by north or south

distracted from up to down, right from wrong.

we fall

Learn today what the future holds

Read tomorrow what the past was

hope that it doesn’t all fall, hope in the end

we fly

been watching alot lectures on economics, political study, and over all philosophy again. So for last weeks post i give you the above poem. Take what you will from it. More to come later this week, art. Comments discussions these things i need to help voice you.

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Sorry

To my avid readers if you are still with me.. i have been really wrapped up these past two weekends and thus haven’t had time to write..please be patient and ill try to get something up in the next couple days….im so sorry again… live well be happy…talk to you soon.

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Just a quick thought

This is something i just posted in a survey about art.

does technique override talent, or is it a truly just a building block for talent. I know there is this secret magic i find in some people, l call this natural talent. It’s that natural eye, I’ve met technical masters but there pieces lacked that take your breath away quality, I think we get so caught up in the math and science of things now a days we forget that.

what do you guys think? drop me a line in the comments, and ill discuss it in my weekly post this weekend.

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Working on yourself

So just finished my flat layout of my new site… I should now munch through the code in the next coming weeks and will throw up an update when the site is officially up.

Beyond that though I’ve been stuck in a pretty heavy rut for a little while now. It’s hard to keep a positive look on things when every time things seem like they might turn around, life sucker punches you and tells you nope not yet. Now those of you that know me know that I am very much a roll with the punches kind of guy and if anything may be to good at sluffing off my problems and more. That being said as I was working through my design I realized maybe i need to take a little more time to improve myself, or enrichment

So that being said here goes. So if i have any readers and regular followers try this with me. Find something you’ve always wanted to do, some skill or something and lets learn it. Be it a foreign language, how to paint, draw a self portrait, build a website, whatever lets do it. I’m gonna try to teach NAY I will teach myself how to play piano. So go nutz leave your goals in the comments, If i can can help you let me know share knowledge, we are all connected. Ok night for most of you, the rest don’t stay up to late….

Live well, but more importantly love lots!

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the final curtain…or the opening act.

So it comes to me to sit here and put to paper(electric) my final thoughts to someone who recently violently passed. I will not specify means nor degrade or uphold the actions of violence by speaking on them, rather I will tell you what can be learned from the flickering light that shined bright if not a little quirky.

In life we are all subject to strange behaviors but occasionally someone comes along who truly represents the chaos of a soul that is turbulent as the sea, and as beautiful. Such a soul has been lost to us today, like the sea we can all agree to like or dislike it, or at times love and hate it. This soul took the world like tides, twisting and changing the very landscape it encountered, for good or not he changed us all. Its hard to not be affected by a powerful soul as this, and most the time if nothing else you could walk away with a bad sunburn but a smile at the crazy memory left burned into your mind.

I’m fond myself of the spiritualist concept tied with physics, that matter can neither be created nor destroyed only transferred  mix with the conservation of energy, one must wonder how much of a passing spirit is spreading a little mass and energy to us all and so the thought that we carry someone with us is a quite literal metaphor. If the hearts is looked as an object to be held in regard then one could say that by connecting to another source or heart our pattern of rest becomes entwined. The transference of energy is passed and matter is exchanged, thus we are truly changed by the passing heart.

I had the pleasure of speaking deeply with Sean on spirituality, and thus religion, and while at this time I’m not sure what his passing thoughts where,  in the Buddhist teaching of the personal experience He was deeply rooted. In that idea of karma and trans spiritual lives one can not do more than follow the path that karma has lade before us, experience it and try to enhance the lives around us in a positive manner. I will thus leave this with a prayer that i find comforting and then a prayer that maybe Sean would like. In all this RIP Sean hopefully your traveling the wide universe bringing quirky smiles to millions of other molecules out there.

First His Prayer: (odd but so was Sean)

Let Us Live Happily

Let us live happily, without hate amongst those who hate. Let us dwell unhating amidst hateful men.
Let us live happily, in good health amongst those who are sick.
Let us dwell in good health amidst ailing men.
Let us live happily, without yearning for sensual pleasures amongst those who yearn for them.
Let us dwell without yearning amidst those who yearn.
Let us live happily, we who have no impediments. We shall subsist on joy even as the radiant gods.

Prayer for Freedom From Suffering

May all beings everywhere plagued
with sufferings of body and mind
quickly be freed from their illnesses.
May those frightened cease to be afraid,
and may those bound be free.
May the powerless find power,
and may people think of befriending
one another.
May those who find themselves in trackless,
fearful wilderness–
the children, the aged, the unprotected–
be guarded by beneficent celestials,
and may they swiftly attain Buddhahood.

Finally mine:

“You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

“And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell them that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

“And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

“And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.

Aaron Freeman

Drawings, Debates and so much more

 

All right so the week comes to a close. I was really good about drawing almost every day for those that want daily updates on my art you can follow me on twitter @lostzion or you can look  me up on deviatnart.com as lostzion. But ill post links to all of the work bellow. All work this week was done in my sketch book, so no digital stuff this week and the pics are meh cause I’m lazy and did them with my camera phone, and not my dslr.

All that aside the week as proven to be about like the presidents performance in the debate for me “lack luster” money is always an object and with the financial burden of paying for a wedding and trying to buy a house all at the same time while coming off debt from losing my last job, well lets just say more than one day i wake up and don’t want to get out of bed. Still we push on.

Which brings me to my next little rant homeland/domestic piracy, and no i don’t mean bit torrents. So how the hell is this not considered loansharking, honestly sometimes i wonder if the mob is running the credit card companies. I have a American Express card that I’ve had for over 5 year my limit is not huge and Its always paid off to zero balance once a year. I will admit when I lost my job my credit record was not stellar and I had some late payments but that whole time they never did anything. So now Its been well into 8 months since I made a late payment and I slip not noticing that this past one is due on Saturday so I  pay it Sunday morning at like 2am. So here we go, Incoming Piracy, 2 hours late and week later i get a letter saying hey for the next 6 months your interest rate is now 60%, 60% fucking percent are you kidding me this is PIRACY. The best part is the only way to get it lower is wait 6 months with no late payments. So yea, regulations my ass, I feel like I’m being extorted. Needless to say I will be cutting up this card and no longer will American Express receive my business, not that they care.

So I suppose I will leave you all with two little mind bullets, one if you want to commission a piece, I believe I am ready to take on that project and two if you have a theme request for one of my daily sketches post it in the comments and I’ll see what I can get done. Alright till next time thanks for readying and stay safe, stay sane, and keep breathing.

 

oh as promised

NSFW——-> http://lostzion.deviantart.com/#/d5h2l11

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http://lostzion.deviantart.com/#/d5gvy87

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