myblackeyedfire: (Harry: ew.)
This meme has been taken by a lot of other participants and I, from a late night dearth of inspiration for my final papers, decided to take part. Check out the other entries for more doses of awkward youth.

It was funny at the time. )
myblackeyedfire: (Default)
Drawn during an evening class filled to the brim with tedium. To liven things up, I decided to draw some stylized faces on one of the pages of notes. Care to have a look? )
myblackeyedfire: (Artful hands)
I jotted down some notes on relationships and personal responsibility and will most likely flesh out those thoughts tonight and post them.

In the meantime I've art, or something like it!
Beautee en ze Beest. And lots of other nifty scribbles. )
myblackeyedfire: (SLWM: being as brilliant as the food)
Erm. That drawing I was stressing over constantly redoing working on for the [ profile] snarry_olympics? Done and posted. Go here if you'd like to see just how creative I can be with watercolors. Seriously, guys, just go and check it out. It's one of the most detailed things I've drawn so far and I'm actually proud of this (title almost most of all!) to the point that a much-larger piece of it is now set as my desktop.

Warnings, to be fair: blood, reason for the blood to be there, ANGST, cruel Gnarls Barkley quoting, bad photos taken with digital cameras, nonexistent or dubious chronology, two men kissing at one point, lots of color. Oh, and the possibility of insanity or severe trauma. It's kinda up to you to decide what happened. I rated it PG-13 but PG would be more appropriate. My chosen prompts were Circle, Just A Scratch and Too Much.

Please leave a comment if you want to write anything and, yes, I'd definitely appreciate it if you would! I'd love to hear what you liked/didn't like about it, any of your thoughts, really. :) Go and have a look around there, for that matter, if you're interested. The entries range from just plain amazing to absolutely incredible and I'm really glad I decided to to be a participant.
myblackeyedfire: (Perfectly poised noblewoman)
Tell me what you think. )


Jul. 15th, 2006 06:11 pm
myblackeyedfire: (Art: man strums the heartstrings)
Everthing came out better than expected, albeit still flawed. Large images under cut. I've included the reference photos used. As usual, I'd love to know what you think, especially constructive criticism. )

And the blessings were like poets that we never find time to know,
But when time stopped I found the place where the poets go.
And they said, "Here have some coffee, it's straight, black and very old,"
And they gave me sticks and rocks and stars and all that I could hold,

I had the blessings, a moment of peace even when the night ends,
Yeah the blessings, can we meet? Can we meet again,
At the crossroads of disaster and the imperfect smile,
With the angel in the streetlamp that blinks on as I walk on a mile, the blessings.
-"The Blessings" by Dar Williams
myblackeyedfire: (Durrell face)
Comments and constructive criticism is, as always, very welcome.
Two pictures under the cut, different versions of the same image. )

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Jan. 2nd, 2006 12:28 pm
myblackeyedfire: (Confused amazon)
2: Sinfest
1: Good Omens
4: wolves
2: k.d. lang
14: random art pieces
3: Xena
Do I dare to eat a peach? )
myblackeyedfire: (Happy/hopeful Xena + Gabrielle)
And I don't even try, no. It's all in my mind. )
myblackeyedfire: (My sin - my soul. Lo-lee-ta.)
My mind can't help it. Every time I see a movie I immediately have to give it a grander connection beyond it's existence as an individual work. It's like a subconscious love of circles and continuity and patterns, but made nerdy.

I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory twice. After lusting over the creaky purple rubber gloves Willy Wonka wears I really concentrated on how much Existentialism there was in the film. It felt like I was watching something from Western Civ, especially with the monolith/candy bar connection to 2001: A Space Odyssey. Wonka's introduction to the five winners felt like hearing "starshine" in The Wall and back to the Space Cadets from 2001. The uncertainty, and the embrace of the uncertainty was also similar to the attitude of Bud's stepmom in Pleasantville toward the end. Connections everywhere, gah! Though they were not included, I think these lyrics truly should have gone into Mr. Nuccio's Western Civ. CD mix: If you want to view paradise simply look around and view it. Anything you want to - do it. Want to change the world? There's nothing to it. There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination. Living there you'll be free if you truly wish to be. That, again, brought me back to The Wall by Sartre. There is no escape. [ profile] catchyerdreams and I fangirled leik woah over this in the theatre, poking each other whenever something was particularly obvious. What started as a joke about Civ being everywhere turned into an incr*edible* experience for both of us. My one fangirl moment came out during Willy Wonka's haircut, though, mostly because within the first few seconds he really looked like Snape.

The problem became obvious once again when I saw Animal House with [ profile] _mik3_ today. It should have been a brainless romp through college adventures. It wasn't. I began to compare Bluto to Bacchus, especially the one from The Bacchai by Euripides. Bluto's love for alcohol, nay, his dependence on it was similar to Bacchus's dependence on it not only as a means of controlling his followers, but his powers. He was the god of the vine, after all. The extreme anarchy Bacchus represents in the play is similar to the sort Bluto is used to at the Delta house. His response to being expelled, to strike back with utter chaos, is similar to the havoc Bacchus sets loose when he wasn't acknowledged and worshiped. It can't be normal to think about these links when watching a National Lampoon movie.

The only time I can't do this is with art. Paintings and sculpture enrapture the part of me that goes, "Oooh, pretty!" I'm a little bit embarrassed that I can't analyze or critique art as I can, say, a book. There are no exact lines save for those that are painted. My appreciation is purely aesthetic, a split-second response to painstaking shading and contours and lines and such lush colors and compositions. I'm internally kicking myself for spending so little time in the Hermitage.

So, guys, how exactly am I supposed to look at art? What is the key to understanding it, or the artist's intent? This is true doubly so for photography.
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[ profile] gbiscuit507, [ profile] selestria and I went to see Phantom on Broadway yesterday. I hope they had a good a time as I did. We ate garlic bread and pizza with mushrooms at John's Pizzeria and I had a good talk with [ profile] gbiscuit507 about all the things you're not supposed to mention in polite conversation: politics, religious beliefs, and Xena. It felt wonderful to have an expression of ideas without arguments or conflict; we just tried to understand our thoughts and beliefs better. After, we wandered around for a little bit and I noticed the interesting combination of a joke/gag gifts shop next to at porn store that happened to sell gags (as well as all sorts of videos and, er, toys).

Phantom was incredible. Aside from Beauty and the Beast it was the only other musical I've seen on Broadway and I had the same exuberantly pleased reaction. Hugh Panaro played Erik and did it very convincingly. He seemed to slink around on stage and his voice was angelic. The most appealing quality to his performance was that he managed to appear both dangerous and sensitive at the same time. The sensitive part could also be taken as whiny, but I'm not complaining. The only other actor to really intrigue me was Madame Giry. The Victorian outfit, black and proper, along with her cane and hair reminded me of the Ukranian Prime Minister Julia Timoshenko in a good way. From my seat, third row mezzanine wot wot!, she looked like my version of Snape had he been female. It was the stiff but elegant way she carried herself and commanded the ballerinas.

Being me, I couldn't help but start to analyze the show, asking But what does it *mean*?. I had only a rudimentary knowledge of what PotO was about going in so my conclusions may or may not have been valid. I saw Erik as the primal, chtonic side of human nature that is entirely animalistic. No morals guide it, it would kill for the sake of art, and the use of immoral tactics to get the desired result stir no pangs in the conscience. Raoul was the opposite, representing innocence and purity, having met Christine while they were but kids. He is idealism and shining happy love to the core, which is why I couldn't stand him. He seemed spineless, with no edge or fleck of dirt on his character to make the audience relate to him. Christine had both forces in her, was capable of either (Everywoman?) but her own good nature pulled her toward Raoul.

This bothers me. I liked Eric from the moment he crept up on stage. He was clearly intelligent, insanely so, and had a voice Raoul couldn't hope to match. He knew how to make a cloak swoosh and was just so much more *sexual* than Raoul. He kept making references in the songs to how much he desires Christine. "All I Ask of You" sounds childish compared to "The Point of No Return." The second song nearly made me melt when I heard it. I still can't comprehend how Christine could choose to go with Raoul over Erik but that's probably just a transference of my feelings onto her character.

I want to rent the 2004 movie tomorrow and watch that. Consider me hooked. I'm currently reading Susan Kay's Phantom and having more love for Erik after every page.
myblackeyedfire: (hurt/comfort -by Grissom)
I've really started drawing lately, doodling distorted hands and unhappy boys in tutus during class more than usual. Enclosed, please find one seated male nude, courtesy of Hippolyte-Jean Flandrin's painting. Also included are two versions of Bellatrix Black Lestrange, with minor differences. In one she looks constipated and mad, while in the other she just looks constipated. This fire is out of control. I'm going to burn this city, burn this city... )
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My parents have documented my artistic progress from the age of three when I decided that illustrating books was the way to go (to the corner for a time-out). I took over in 7th grade, saving every passable picture ever idly scrawled during class. This allows the viewer to see maturation and incorporation of new themes from time to time. Use of lined paper, however, is always in style. In short, it's good to see I'm not totally shite anymore, not really. )
myblackeyedfire: (OTP by Wikdsushi)
I apologize for the silliness. Also presenting the black&white version just in case. )


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