Check out the photos of the creation process for the set! The first picture is the shadow of the snake from the flyer (prototype).
A companion to www.makeshifteyes.com. Here you will find newer writing and visual works as well as future visions and personal inspirations.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Desire
Many have never seen the animal that I had to kill. But I will tell you, it was beautiful, with tiny translucent feathers every color that the eye knows, and some colors unknown to bodily vision. And it was effervescent to the soul, like champagne which tickles the tongue and warms the senses. Its wings, when spread, were large organic mirrors which reflected the spirit of this planet, that the seer may understand what glorious paradise we live in. Entranced by its eyes; night skies constantly flickering with meteors, when the animal blinked it was like the universe breathing in, perpetually giving and taking away a vision of perfection. And when I had to blink, the moment lasted for an eternity, for I could not bear to be away from the sight of such a magestic beast. It’s collosal paws were the unquestionable authority of the gods.
And that animal knocked me to the ground with it’s cataclysmic tail, because I did not deserve to be in its presence. That such beauty would destroy me turned me red, radiating with anger. And my anger began to turn to apathy, as I became a monster in the presence of such a wild angel. The chill winds of it’s flapping wings turned me to ice as it hovered above me. As the spectrum of my heaven quickly faded to gray, I ripped out my cold dry heart and launched it at the creature. I ripped off my right arm and fashioned it into a sharp point, like an icicle, and pitched it into the animal’s chest. And the squeals that it released from the pith of its diaphragm were the cries of a primordial evil that was birthed painfully into the ether before it could infiltrate the elements. Pouring out of its wounds was a thick black tar, and in it scattered were the corpses of humans that it had conquered, their faces adorned with the smiles of fools.
You must understand that I could have stared into its eyes for one thousand years, spun like a hapless fly into it’s inescapable web. And I would have let such beauty devour me. Had I deserved it, it would have carried my little dying body, painted with the expression of a idiot, to blessed universes on the other side of Desire. But it wanted me to kill it. Because I had to understand that such a thing, though ancient, is not immortal. And I have given my heart and the hand that paints in exchange for this atrocity I’ve committed.
And now I understand how it cripples a human, this wanting of forever, this needing of nothing at all.
And that animal knocked me to the ground with it’s cataclysmic tail, because I did not deserve to be in its presence. That such beauty would destroy me turned me red, radiating with anger. And my anger began to turn to apathy, as I became a monster in the presence of such a wild angel. The chill winds of it’s flapping wings turned me to ice as it hovered above me. As the spectrum of my heaven quickly faded to gray, I ripped out my cold dry heart and launched it at the creature. I ripped off my right arm and fashioned it into a sharp point, like an icicle, and pitched it into the animal’s chest. And the squeals that it released from the pith of its diaphragm were the cries of a primordial evil that was birthed painfully into the ether before it could infiltrate the elements. Pouring out of its wounds was a thick black tar, and in it scattered were the corpses of humans that it had conquered, their faces adorned with the smiles of fools.
You must understand that I could have stared into its eyes for one thousand years, spun like a hapless fly into it’s inescapable web. And I would have let such beauty devour me. Had I deserved it, it would have carried my little dying body, painted with the expression of a idiot, to blessed universes on the other side of Desire. But it wanted me to kill it. Because I had to understand that such a thing, though ancient, is not immortal. And I have given my heart and the hand that paints in exchange for this atrocity I’ve committed.
And now I understand how it cripples a human, this wanting of forever, this needing of nothing at all.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Enlightenment: Progressing
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
*.*.*
"In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing when you look at the sky at night." - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Revisiting A Very Old Painting.
Sophia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sophia_(wisdom)
It is funny how I like the original, more simpler version best. It is this painting that inspired me to document the process of all paintings in this blog, as one can see that naturally, the concept of Sophia was ultimately, unconsciously and microcosmically through my perception, veiled in nature. This process, I believe is true to life. Look beyond the trees and in between the flowers to see the spirit and the origins of the physical world.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Can't Let Go: Progressing
Friday, December 10, 2010
Lav
I feel like fingers
Fallen from the hand
Like eyes without beauty
I am two lackluster stones
There is no “you”
To speak of
Nor a heart to remember
Beginning and
Going and
Ending alone
There once was a mother
A father, a sibling
There once was a flame
Or so I’ve been told
There were friends
There was laughter
There was warmth
In December
They called it Lav
Or
Some other word
But in this body plagued by
Terror
A dreamer is running
From nothing
And banging on the doors
Of houses
Not homes
And I recall
Strangers
In a dark land without sound
We were screaming together
On mountains of tongues
We were screaming together
But nothing would come out
But suddenly the stars
Began to move around eachother
We stared out and watched
As their light washed over the sky
And we screamed, just kept screaming
It was like the stars danced to our yearning
Inside I felt something
And I think it was that thing
It just had to be
Lav
Fallen from the hand
Like eyes without beauty
I am two lackluster stones
There is no “you”
To speak of
Nor a heart to remember
Beginning and
Going and
Ending alone
There once was a mother
A father, a sibling
There once was a flame
Or so I’ve been told
There were friends
There was laughter
There was warmth
In December
They called it Lav
Or
Some other word
But in this body plagued by
Terror
A dreamer is running
From nothing
And banging on the doors
Of houses
Not homes
And I recall
Strangers
In a dark land without sound
We were screaming together
On mountains of tongues
We were screaming together
But nothing would come out
But suddenly the stars
Began to move around eachother
We stared out and watched
As their light washed over the sky
And we screamed, just kept screaming
It was like the stars danced to our yearning
Inside I felt something
And I think it was that thing
It just had to be
Lav
Monday, December 6, 2010
Artwork For Enlightenment
The Brewing of Explorer's Club IPA
These are pictures of myself and friends helping a good friend of ours as he brews a beer. Brewing, like painting, sculpting, songwriting, and cooking is also an art that requires a great imagination and a lot of gusto to pursue. This is an IPA (we looove IPA!) brewed with grapefruits (we looove grapefruits!).
Vegging...
Making it...
And making it...
And making it...
Prosecco break!
Making it...
Grapefruits...
Cool people...
Hops!
Vegging...
Making it...
And making it...
And making it...
Prosecco break!
Making it...
Grapefruits...
Cool people...
Hops!
Thursday, December 2, 2010
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