Long time, no post from me.
Hello buds. Thanks for keeping the art coming from you arttimers.
Here is a drawing. Right Eye is holding up an eyebrow, Lefty drops his and will feel sad for a short spell.
Nose is out of joint..
the world is a toilet
my bowl runneth over
spilling out marigolds and partially digested chunks of meat
on the linoleum floor
and sometimes the flesh starts to quiver
and skitter tenaciously out under the crack of the locked door
and sometimes it’s the marigolds
This is from a few years ago, but as per Tom’s request:
Here’s an instrumental jam from the good old days of Forty Creek and Co. This song was written by Michael Walter Lewicki, who I believe also played everything on this recording except for drums and percussion… drums and percussion by Robert Christopher Nagy.
Ah yes. This is a long forgotten poem. It’s weird, you might like it. I have long forgotten the meaning.
That reminds me…
Of fallen trees and broken veins
It reminds me…
Of you burying yourself in snow
It reminds me…
Of candles glowing and brains blazing
It reminds me to breathe and take a moment
When dawn is stabbing and you are sleeping
It reminds me of you fumbling in the distance and cowards
Beneath the floorboards
It reminds me of blind falling and you slipping
So drop the syringe and pick up the corpse
Reunite ghost and soul
Breathe today and die again tomorrow
I see dew and melting limbs
I see the lake (make me whole-)
And it reminds me…
Of you drowning.
This is my first time posting here. Before I go on about who exactly I am and what I write about, I thought I’d share some of my existing work with you guys here. By trade, I am an engineer. In life, I am a lot of things, but I think my creativity is very much inspired by what I learned in engineering school, despite how much I hated it.
I’d love for you guys to share some insight and critique on my creative works. It would also be awesome if you can tell me how I can change the formatting for the second poem. EDIT: this has been fixed.
If you do not know who Nick Blinko is then you have unfortunately not been subject to his mad ramblings, intricate dark art and his distortion of music from his band Rudimentary Peni. I highly suggest looking into his things. As an introduction to his music seek out the death church ep and any googled art work is a great start. This drawing is pencil which encompasses the style of a lot of my art work.
Hello. I’m new to art time via Tom Nagy. I have come to share the beginning of a novel I am working on. I haven’t written in quite a long time due to extraneous circumstances. It is still in its rough stage clearly, but I am enjoying the process. Here it is.
When I see myself, it is as a small being. A small being destined for destruction at the hands of the almighty one, the one of utmost importance, it is the one that will dictate my place in life. I am a bee. I am a drone to this one. It is doom, a monotonous task to be so small and insignificant to have your importance relegated to the side as that one and only claims you. For a bee this pillar of power is the queen, for people like protesters it is the government. Who is to say if bees are content with this position of lowly servitude? We know through news barrages and pointless internet groupings that people are not content with this position. We know from the dejected faces of the crowds as they move along the streets that they are not content. They hate it, they refuse it, they wish to shake the roles; the cages that have been placed around them.
Yes, when I see myself, I see a bee. Doomed to the worship of one, but it isn’t one, it has never been that way. That’s the difference between us and bees, we see many points of worship in everyday life, and these points do not even have to be living. It can be money or wires…But for me, it has always been people. I have been doomed to be a slave to others, the important ones. Finding myself flittering back and forth to meet the needs of the people I cross, for the benefit of them, always for them. Like the drone and the queen bee. The difference between me, the protesters, and all other refusing beings is that I open my mind and arms and shout, “Come do what you may, scar my body and mind and let me smile in knowing I was in your thoughts for that brief instance!”
Yes, when I see myself, I see a bee.
Big Dude is a replication of a Teotihuacan Censer from Mexico – I made him for a historical assignment at school. He took me 7 weeks to make including building all the sprigs and casting them in plaster in order to make the process authentic.
He was completely hand built from a clay recipe that I fortified and mixed myself. Once he was put together he was sprayed with a rutile wash and painted with a variety of other oxides for colour variation.
He was fired at Cone 1 in a reduction atmosphere with wood added to the kiln during high temperatures for flashing. Afterwards he was sandblasted to make him look worn and aged.
He stands just under 3 feet tall.
some friends of mine have started a webcomic we call ziggy’s world
it has swear words and dirty drawings of a copyrighted character
i have done several guest comics
many more by myself and others can be found at http://ziggycomics.blogspot.ca/
i’ve got some art time exclusive content in production as we speak as well
A Timmay-Time collaboration between Tom (Timmay), Rob (Jimmay) Emma (Kimmay), and me (Jesse Black). In no particular order. All but the first of these Timmays is done in soft-pastel which is very similar to charcoal but comes in a wide variety of colours. Can you match the Timmay to the Jimmay who made it?
This is a doll I’ve been working on for a pretty special little person. As of right now this nameless doll has only one outfit but I’m hoping to make a second one for her before this little person’s first birthday. The doll is made of cotton and stuffed with polyester fiber fill, her hair is brown yarn sewn on to a wig type thing and applied to the doll after she was put together. Her clothes are all 100% cotton and fasten in the back with velcro, and last but not least her face is hand painted with washer safe fabric paint.
I’m very pleased with how this doll turned out and it was VERY fun to make, so I’m feeling there might be more to come in the future. So stay tuned!
Taking the light rail in, standing to avoid company. I think, maybe this suits me. Meeting the world with a glum frown that comes off as practised, professional. Frown that tells you not to worry, I’ve done this before. It might just be the way that everything is swaying slightly that makes me feel so sleepily morose and lazily beautiful. I wonder at a distorted reflection if this is a good length of stubble for me or if that’s an accurate representation of my jawline. I think, this is the kind of vanity that makes or breaks you. The kind of steely resolve in your own self-interest, or self-interestedness, that is one-hundred per-cent guaranteed to make everybody your friend, Or: They’re Just Pretending. Glancing around to see if anyone notices my breath becoming ragged. Pod People, and me too. Blank expressions, betraying not a single shred of our lone shared intention. We are going to get up every day, and we are going to go to work. We will never tell you why.