Art's art.

[promethean75]

let me ask you something. do you wear a toboggan in the summer time?

this is a serious question. what i'm doing here is very scientific.

[Meno_]

Picking up the fragile pieces
that you left behind
Do tell, Don’t you see?
The Broken glass surrounding me
I think I am almost out of time,
While they dance in fire like it's the prize
And They all still look just fine to me
They all look just fine
Lifted vision
as high as eyes can see
To lock thy gaze,
upon the ghoul
I have no answers for you here
Don't you see,
I'm just a fool?

Another attempt
To tame the soul
Before I end up
A lifeless ghoul
Another attempt
To make it through
To the end,
I hope we do
It's done me no favors
Again and again
I'm not sure hope
in the end,
Can bring me back
Around the bend
To find myself
Waiting there
Like a vampire sulking
in its lair
Eternal life is
eternal despair
For the pain is always
Waiting there

https://youtu.be/DGEX_7IqaC4

[Artimas]

let me ask you something. do you wear a toboggan in the summer time?

this is a serious question. what i'm doing here is very scientific.

No, sometimes a beenie maybe or a cap.

[Artimas]

Picking up the fragile pieces
that you left behind
Do tell, Don’t you see?
The Broken glass surrounding me
I think I am almost out of time,
While they dance in fire like it's the prize
And They all still look just fine to me
They all look just fine
Lifted vision
as high as eyes can see
To lock thy gaze,
upon the ghoul
I have no answers for you here
Don't you see,
I'm just a fool?

Another attempt
To tame the soul
Before I end up
A lifeless ghoul
Another attempt
To make it through
To the end,
I hope we do
It's done me no favors
Again and again
I'm not sure hope
in the end,
Can bring me back
Around the bend
To find myself
Waiting there
Like a vampire sulking
in its lair
Eternal life is
eternal despair
For the pain is always
Waiting there

https://youtu.be/DGEX_7IqaC4

Good song.

[Artimas]

why do i feel like these should be lyrics in a linkin park song?

Linkin park doesn't go that deep, but tool and some other bands do

[Meno_]

Picking up the fragile pieces
that you left behind
Do tell, Don’t you see?
The Broken glass surrounding me
I think I am almost out of time,
While they dance in fire like it's the prize
And They all still look just fine to me
They all look just fine
Lifted vision
as high as eyes can see
To lock thy gaze,
upon the ghoul
I have no answers for you here
Don't you see,
I'm just a fool?

Another attempt
To tame the soul
Before I end up
A lifeless ghoul
Another attempt
To make it through
To the end,
I hope we do
It's done me no favors
Again and again
I'm not sure hope
in the end,
Can bring me back
Around the bend
To find myself
Waiting there
Like a vampire sulking
in its lair
Eternal life is
eternal despair
For the pain is always
Waiting there

https://youtu.be/DGEX_7IqaC4

Good song.

One bettered and buttered and battered:


https://youtu.be/FJOX5tCd1qs

[Meno_]

& a 3'rd.


https://youtu.be/R12H8QWnwvE

[Artimas]

& a 3'rd.


https://youtu.be/R12H8QWnwvE

All got soul and I like that in music.

[promethean75]

& a 3'rd.

Meh.

Give me something really in 3's.

[Meno_]

& a 3'rd.

Meh.

Give me something really in 3's.

https://youtu.be/GjQZZKf4kMs

[Artimas]

https://youtu.be/vxrf4ZzzrA8

[Mowk]

Mowk's artmark

Bronze hand casts a bronze shadow .gif

That my left hand. Finger prints cast in bronze. All the art I had in that show mysteriously left the state with the owner of the studio the showing was in. I prefer now to create art that is not so easily stolen. My life. To this day I have no idea where it ended up. For all I know it's resting in some landfill.

Shit I've got all kinds of crap like that laying around. But that was my last show as an artist.

[Mowk]

A self portrait from a while ago. mixed media on paper

Self.jpg

[Meno_]

A self portrait from a while ago. mixed media on paper

Self.jpg

It does not fit my imaginative picture of You.
I imagined You as older and less 'real'. Whatever that means, and one picture really is worth a thousand words.My imagination is mostly and primarily virtual, and filtered in brazen yet washed pastels with a simotenios focus on contrast.

Been in the old country, infatuated in Kerouac, especially 'Lonely Traveler' and 'Sartoru in Paris' , but recently came upon an unread collection I would like to share , will do in a New York minute.

Paint it in the color of a Dr.Sax.


But later.


About the hand, had one done would like to send it, but how to print out a photograph within these realms? Given by an ex will find a way.

[Mowk]

I am older now. Imagine shorter hair; turned grey, a much trimmer beard, also quite grey, wrinkles and a Mister Rogers style of attire, and yes, less real. Had to come to a lot of compromises since then. That was back in the days when I still painted. The year was back in 95.

Went commercial, Advertising, and ended up doing bullshit stuff like this. Regular pay checks, and sold my soul to the man.

Baby.gif

The only thing I've painted since then is rooms in my house. Computers took over and I've fallen so out of practice. It's been quite a while ago that I considered myself an artist.

[Mowk]

meaning it is for anyone to post whatever they feel is art, because if it makes you feel something,

I didn't quit. That's just the story I told myself all these years.
I missed a dead line for a big client, artists block, drove me nuts, and never got hired for another job again. My bounce back job was a greens keeper at a golf course. And my sister wants to rehabilitate me.

back to the present and Art x Art.

[Artimas]

https://youtu.be/WYCk6Zq6wds

[Meno_]

meaning it is for anyone to post whatever they feel is art, because if it makes you feel something,

I didn't quit. That's just the story I told myself all these years.
I missed a dead line for a big client, artists block, drove me nuts, and never got hired for another job again. My bounce back job was a greens keeper at a golf course. And my sister wants to rehabilitate me.

back to the present and Art x Art.

Sort of same story with a twist. It is different, cause the great reversal is taking place not on the actual, but the potential(energy) front, has been eclipsed by an order,
of,
at least 10 to 100,
Stakes higher, much,
Daunting, but can handle the realism
Without going dada,
But its close very close.
Old grandad indulgence and a dream
Well an auditory one, by Mr.Polanyi self
Assuring,(old grandad is a survival , by certain measure);
That there is a large measure of simulation, in this.(stimulation)
Went by a Tmobile store to startup new phone
Asked guy about upgrades and he says my phone is already old, although it is merely one year old.

So asked him whether at present trend in 25 years how advanced intelligence can evolve into ,
He says maybe it will be in the mind, sort of virtual phone, laughed and says that certainly he may be around, but I don't know it would be the case with me.

Reversal, potential & polarity


Why?

Because it is an effort to reboot one dimensionality.

Trump needs more funny bone resilience.

Or less, lot less. Otherwise, instead of Emmy he may get trumped.

Reagan was better, but he was typed for serious stuff like GE spokesperson, potential difference carried other overtones.

Progress is our most important product.

[Artimas]

Three different writings. Have a lot more as well.

There’s some that came before me,
and some that’ll come after me,
That’s just how it’s gonna be
In this transcendental reality
In this world of distraction
I’m a man made of action
When they try to put me out
I promise I’ll be back again


When you’re feeling lost and alone,
Look to the East, it’ll guide you home,
Earth and the wind will hum it’s tune
Listen close and make some room,
In your heart, you will hear it soon,
Many eyes have gazed upon it,
And Many more will see it too,
It won’t be long before the dawn hits
Great ball of life, we call the son
It will never be all said and done


Locked in a box,
Where no one talks
With no ticks and no tocks
Endless dark, endless chaos
And “little light”, so it mocked
There’s sound, from the seance
It lies here, there and everywhere
Another whisper lost in a nightmare
Last breaths drift, left bare there-in
the wind of endless despaired men

[Ben JS]

Beautiful words, friend.

Emotions can eat away at us.

If there's not an avenue to process / address them directly,
sometimes it can prove useful to express them through other mediums,
such that they aren't bottled inside.

The act of writing about them can also enable one to process the experiences.
Furthermore, to enable others to relate and potentially find value in your journey.

Though, I believe we can be benefited from support, and no one should be forced to walked alone -
even if they're capable of doing so.

I hope you're managing well, friend.
Keep fighting the good fight.