Thursday, April 29, 2004
a sighting
I saw her at the gym.
And I thank God that I can remind her
She is beautiful.
We did the usual.
I asked about her boyfriend.
And I promised to inquire to his job offer status.
We said, "good-bye."
We parted away.
I saw her at the gym.
And I thank God that I can remind her
She is beautiful.
We did the usual.
I asked about her boyfriend.
And I promised to inquire to his job offer status.
We said, "good-bye."
We parted away.
Chiller
Had a better time than expected at the Chiller Theatre
convention. Met two sculptors. T. Taggart is an
artist on the verge: recognition / forgotten. By
right I should have secured one of his clock
creations. By chance he noticed a S. Lira sculpture
opposite of the Spectrum book I had sought for an
autograph. S. Lira was at the show.
I do not think I would have opened up as much as I had
if I had not been in this funk-state that I am in.
Incredibly, the day just built into it. I was
recounting how I had been building a book of gods. MW
Kaluta was kind enough to draw me a rat ~ (a Chinese
zodiac). We got to talk about J. Jones’ & his
downward spiral (nervous breakdown). I wished I had
been brave enough to tell him about my own journey.
Instead, I bridged it. Citing G. Oldman, EA Poe and
drawing MW Kaluta himself to tell a tale where he
allowed himself to let go. Only it was in passing and
in control.
Also met a student of the great F. Frazetta (K.
Kelly). He took a $10.00 commission because I had
recounted my book of gods story and how Kaluta added
to collection. He told me as much. In the end, I
shared my Medusa idea. He loved it. He wished me
luck on my dark journey & I thanked him; perhaps for
supplying me a priceless currency.
Which reminds me: S. Lira also touting F. Frazetta. I
recounted how K. Kelly made me realize that I grew up
with super clean air brush erotica and now my interest
is contemporary rich, robust, Realism (R3).
Essentially bypassing F. Frazetta and J. Jones (a
quasi-fantasy erotica that is humanly realistic). She
expounded how everyone lives B. Vallejo but his work
is so superficial compared to Frazetta. Funny how it
was one of Vallejo’s masterpieces that formulated the
second part of my Medusa theme.
I would like to return to Rockwell (innocence &
homeliness) before. . .
I do not know what it is about art. Why expressing
myself takes so much out of me. I do die a little bit
every time.
Hopefully, I can get a sure footing on sculptures. S.
Lira taught / reminded me so much just talking about
the process. So much that I have forgotten, even
engineering wise about casting molds, curing material
and the sculpture medium. That was when I held back .
. . I am going to make sure I tell her my tentative
itinerary. I would like to meet her again & allow her
to influence my education in sculptures. At least one
more time before I leave art again, for another
decade?, perhaps forever.
Also met DR Horne: he got the cover for Spectrum no. 9
but it is just an afterthought.
Plus R. Grunto tried to seduce me with stories. I
should have known better when he offered to work a
commission. Looking back, I am sure that when he saw
the M. Zuli ~ Death; he knew he be able to temp me
with his rendition of a Bask from N. Gaiman’s Sandmann
series. He recounted a story about Lord Leighton &
Flaming June but that is another story. I am drained.
Had a better time than expected at the Chiller Theatre
convention. Met two sculptors. T. Taggart is an
artist on the verge: recognition / forgotten. By
right I should have secured one of his clock
creations. By chance he noticed a S. Lira sculpture
opposite of the Spectrum book I had sought for an
autograph. S. Lira was at the show.
I do not think I would have opened up as much as I had
if I had not been in this funk-state that I am in.
Incredibly, the day just built into it. I was
recounting how I had been building a book of gods. MW
Kaluta was kind enough to draw me a rat ~ (a Chinese
zodiac). We got to talk about J. Jones’ & his
downward spiral (nervous breakdown). I wished I had
been brave enough to tell him about my own journey.
Instead, I bridged it. Citing G. Oldman, EA Poe and
drawing MW Kaluta himself to tell a tale where he
allowed himself to let go. Only it was in passing and
in control.
Also met a student of the great F. Frazetta (K.
Kelly). He took a $10.00 commission because I had
recounted my book of gods story and how Kaluta added
to collection. He told me as much. In the end, I
shared my Medusa idea. He loved it. He wished me
luck on my dark journey & I thanked him; perhaps for
supplying me a priceless currency.
Which reminds me: S. Lira also touting F. Frazetta. I
recounted how K. Kelly made me realize that I grew up
with super clean air brush erotica and now my interest
is contemporary rich, robust, Realism (R3).
Essentially bypassing F. Frazetta and J. Jones (a
quasi-fantasy erotica that is humanly realistic). She
expounded how everyone lives B. Vallejo but his work
is so superficial compared to Frazetta. Funny how it
was one of Vallejo’s masterpieces that formulated the
second part of my Medusa theme.
I would like to return to Rockwell (innocence &
homeliness) before. . .
I do not know what it is about art. Why expressing
myself takes so much out of me. I do die a little bit
every time.
Hopefully, I can get a sure footing on sculptures. S.
Lira taught / reminded me so much just talking about
the process. So much that I have forgotten, even
engineering wise about casting molds, curing material
and the sculpture medium. That was when I held back .
. . I am going to make sure I tell her my tentative
itinerary. I would like to meet her again & allow her
to influence my education in sculptures. At least one
more time before I leave art again, for another
decade?, perhaps forever.
Also met DR Horne: he got the cover for Spectrum no. 9
but it is just an afterthought.
Plus R. Grunto tried to seduce me with stories. I
should have known better when he offered to work a
commission. Looking back, I am sure that when he saw
the M. Zuli ~ Death; he knew he be able to temp me
with his rendition of a Bask from N. Gaiman’s Sandmann
series. He recounted a story about Lord Leighton &
Flaming June but that is another story. I am drained.
Monday, April 19, 2004
Dumb-ass
The words are not easy any longer.
I still miss you.
Okay, you need more time & space.
I was just wondering.
What is the etiquette protocol when we serendipity meet.
Are we mandated to depart regardless of awkwardness?
What are your rules of engagement + this silence.
Just return the appropriate stickies (practically effortless).
Enclosed is a Self Addressed Forwarding Envelope (it’s SAFE).
Choice returns:
No: you are not allowed to get all hopeful & excited to see me.
Yes: we can share 1000 cu. ft of open space; with chaperon in tow.
No: you had no right . . . shut your trap!
Yes: Leave. I no longer care; never did, I used you.
Valentine’s Day: You Dare.
Baby, I’ve been busy
You’ve got issues
I’ll return to rescue you soon
Don’t get yourself killed, okay.
Go waste yourself: F#(Psycho
Rot in Hell
die, DIE!
Sus, please don’t make me chase
No good at it anyway
Consider:
It was a passing moment that I envisioned you: gorgeous.
Yet, I did not make myself known.
It was only later that I placed trust in you.
Trusted you to get us to the mall.
Spotty record and all.
Long for time, feeling comfortable to share stories with you.
You hate me for not wanting to put you through periods where I shut down.
There are only a few way to truly hurt me.
One is: “Hurt the people I care about.”
It is why I let go.
I like you, ever since . . . O
PostScript (PS) Another Medium
I use a lot of Post It’s, please ; ; ~
Sorry, poor time to be fooling around with jokes :)
Forgive me for wanting to protect you.
The words are not easy any longer.
I still miss you.
Okay, you need more time & space.
I was just wondering.
What is the etiquette protocol when we serendipity meet.
Are we mandated to depart regardless of awkwardness?
What are your rules of engagement + this silence.
Just return the appropriate stickies (practically effortless).
Enclosed is a Self Addressed Forwarding Envelope (it’s SAFE).
Choice returns:
No: you are not allowed to get all hopeful & excited to see me.
Yes: we can share 1000 cu. ft of open space; with chaperon in tow.
No: you had no right . . . shut your trap!
Yes: Leave. I no longer care; never did, I used you.
Valentine’s Day: You Dare.
Baby, I’ve been busy
You’ve got issues
I’ll return to rescue you soon
Don’t get yourself killed, okay.
Go waste yourself: F#(Psycho
Rot in Hell
die, DIE!
Sus, please don’t make me chase
No good at it anyway
Consider:
It was a passing moment that I envisioned you: gorgeous.
Yet, I did not make myself known.
It was only later that I placed trust in you.
Trusted you to get us to the mall.
Spotty record and all.
Long for time, feeling comfortable to share stories with you.
You hate me for not wanting to put you through periods where I shut down.
There are only a few way to truly hurt me.
One is: “Hurt the people I care about.”
It is why I let go.
I like you, ever since . . . O
PostScript (PS) Another Medium
I use a lot of Post It’s, please ; ; ~
Sorry, poor time to be fooling around with jokes :)
Forgive me for wanting to protect you.
Thursday, April 08, 2004
Missing my Muse
One of the things I hate to talk about in my life is art. I share odds and ends but for the most part I am quite greedy about keeping it secret. But I am in a wicked state. I did not share with you before, I do not do recaps, but you are very lucky that the fallout . . . this (email) was our medium. I am trying to bleed it out of me. I want it so I shall not be able
to write in this way again. How appropriate. Either you stop this by telling me 'No More', You give into pity or you listen as I methodically snuff out the parts of me you love.
Medusa
Turns out there have been many Medusa renditions that I have been exposed to in my lifetime. Do not remember the first. Most likely it was a version designed to fit the description of the Gorgon of Greek mythology. There have been many beautiful Medusas
influences growing up. I had forgotten one until I stumbled upon the Chris Achilleos version this past weekend (my first or second fantasy graphic book). T. DiTerlizzi (he draws children's books but did a Medusa for kicks) did a Vampi Medusa. When I wrote him, he
told me that as the sister of Venus he expected her to also be beautiful. I hope to catch up with him before I shut art out of my life again. I was just telling Mr. D. Diancola, whom I met this weekend that the last time was for a decade. Mr. T. DiTerlizzi is touring
the United Kingdom (UK). I better beg someone to accompany me when he returns for a tour in the mid-west (I turned that 30 minute / 50 mile trip to meet Donato into a three hour / quarter tank of gas extravaganza).
Stay focused, he.
I want her to be sad. Imagine being immortal but not being able to look at another person. She is beautiful. I am trying to get some preliminary art work done this weekend. I want to experiment with different poses. To start, I want a piece with her being enraptured by a three dimensional dragon. An Asian dragon. For no other reason except I am commissioning the work. Personal demon. Eventually, I want the dragon to be a life like tattoo onto her
canvas body. She is naked, of course. The terrible force that transformed her wants to possess her Heart and Soul; there was a fall out. He enraged. Now he cannot even stand to look at her and He made it so she will never be able to look at another.
I want Eva Mendez.
First because there was a contemporary story titled "Eva Medusa" by Ana Miralles and Antonio Segura. My past. Secondly, there are maybe half a dozen women I think that are extraordinarily beautiful; translation: I would not care if they were a bubble head.
Penelope, Phoebe, a few others.
Body: I am thinking Julie Strain. Cause I noticed her way back when, when she was only known by B-Movie buffs. Because Olivia did too. She posed for a number of her works; she modeled for the greats: Royo, Pittarelli and one Sorayama (that I know of). She is
famous now ~ Playboy TV. It seems a lot of the up & comers (D. Cleavenger ~ I will be meeting him soon) contracts her to put themselves on the map.
If you do not know: She is six foot tall and surgically augmented which reminds me I have got to get those pictures out to Olivia and get her to autograph my XL sized 'Smokin' gym shirt. I should be careful. The things I display on my off-hours but I am on this 'devil may are' streak.
Stay focused. STAY FOCUSED !
One of the things I hate to talk about in my life is art. I share odds and ends but for the most part I am quite greedy about keeping it secret. But I am in a wicked state. I did not share with you before, I do not do recaps, but you are very lucky that the fallout . . . this (email) was our medium. I am trying to bleed it out of me. I want it so I shall not be able
to write in this way again. How appropriate. Either you stop this by telling me 'No More', You give into pity or you listen as I methodically snuff out the parts of me you love.
Medusa
Turns out there have been many Medusa renditions that I have been exposed to in my lifetime. Do not remember the first. Most likely it was a version designed to fit the description of the Gorgon of Greek mythology. There have been many beautiful Medusas
influences growing up. I had forgotten one until I stumbled upon the Chris Achilleos version this past weekend (my first or second fantasy graphic book). T. DiTerlizzi (he draws children's books but did a Medusa for kicks) did a Vampi Medusa. When I wrote him, he
told me that as the sister of Venus he expected her to also be beautiful. I hope to catch up with him before I shut art out of my life again. I was just telling Mr. D. Diancola, whom I met this weekend that the last time was for a decade. Mr. T. DiTerlizzi is touring
the United Kingdom (UK). I better beg someone to accompany me when he returns for a tour in the mid-west (I turned that 30 minute / 50 mile trip to meet Donato into a three hour / quarter tank of gas extravaganza).
Stay focused, he.
I want her to be sad. Imagine being immortal but not being able to look at another person. She is beautiful. I am trying to get some preliminary art work done this weekend. I want to experiment with different poses. To start, I want a piece with her being enraptured by a three dimensional dragon. An Asian dragon. For no other reason except I am commissioning the work. Personal demon. Eventually, I want the dragon to be a life like tattoo onto her
canvas body. She is naked, of course. The terrible force that transformed her wants to possess her Heart and Soul; there was a fall out. He enraged. Now he cannot even stand to look at her and He made it so she will never be able to look at another.
I want Eva Mendez.
First because there was a contemporary story titled "Eva Medusa" by Ana Miralles and Antonio Segura. My past. Secondly, there are maybe half a dozen women I think that are extraordinarily beautiful; translation: I would not care if they were a bubble head.
Penelope, Phoebe, a few others.
Body: I am thinking Julie Strain. Cause I noticed her way back when, when she was only known by B-Movie buffs. Because Olivia did too. She posed for a number of her works; she modeled for the greats: Royo, Pittarelli and one Sorayama (that I know of). She is
famous now ~ Playboy TV. It seems a lot of the up & comers (D. Cleavenger ~ I will be meeting him soon) contracts her to put themselves on the map.
If you do not know: She is six foot tall and surgically augmented which reminds me I have got to get those pictures out to Olivia and get her to autograph my XL sized 'Smokin' gym shirt. I should be careful. The things I display on my off-hours but I am on this 'devil may are' streak.
Stay focused. STAY FOCUSED !
