Sunday, September 30, 2007

Napkin art +color

I've been doing drawings at work on napkins and these are the most recent. Having said that, I feel that I have to step away from the computer and go and work on some actual art. So, I may not post anything for a week or so, then I can got back to posting something every week as before. I know I created this blog as a showcase for my inks and drawings, but I feel there still has to be a standard- or rather a genuine feeling on my part that I'm just not "feeding the bog".

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Notes from the Fortress of Solitude- Fortress of self reflection?

I once said that if one has no friends, than he should keep his books for intellectual company. But, I've grown tired of reading.

In some aspects, dialog is flawed. Partly because, when one person talks, the other thinks of what to say. While in reading one digests the information and comes to conclusions with more clarity.

Have I intentionally burned the bridges? Or simply pretended they're not there. I can no longer see the outside, or I actually see it very sharply- and I'm acting accordingly.

If you don't know who or what your are, I cannot imagine you surviving. Nothing else in this world knows such confusion.

If you find me to look like shit, behold, I am the preminision of the unhappy tomorrow.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

drawings from the "Barachiel" sketchbook 03/04

There wasn't many notes in this sketchbook. I was still in school, my friend was making a 3-D movie about the Egyptian after-life and he asked me to come up with concepts for it- nothing came out of it, except for a couple of drawings. I also had an intrest in Tribalism. I spent countless hours in the MET looking at the African art. The rest of the drawings were used for illustrations and other projects. I know that the drawings are crude, but the ideas are still usable. And after all, doesn't it all start with an idea? At the back of the sketch book, I saw a list I wrote of the CDs I was listening to then (even though I remembered immediately).
- David Bowie- Earthling
- NIN- Spiral Down
- David Bowie- Low
- Depeche Mode- Songs of Faith and Devotion
- Kraftwerk- Computer Love
- Brian Ferry- Mamouna

Friday, September 14, 2007

Mask Sculpture System

On my little walk today, during my break at work, I was thinking about the nature of humans. Or to be more precise, the masks that we wear everyday. I was imagining to myself, that actually if I was to lift my mask (today as I was walking) underneath it would be another mask, then another and another. Then I realized, this is not quite how it works. Because I think internally we have a Mask Sculpture System. Which means, like an independent suspension, masks are sculpted specifically for a given task. Thus, an extraordinary device of adaptation. We do not choose to put them on, it's a system that responds to a pattern in our everyday lives and interactions. We do not choose to put them on because there is no "real" us, there is only the masks, and the sculpture system. Now, each human may have a unique system, that deals with situations and problems by using different masks, compared to say, you or I.
On a closing note, on the idea of religious fanatics, people who almost never change their mask, I find them to be quite a wonder. For one they arrange their world so that there is the same pattern and therefore response. Therefore they are the keepers of tradition and civilization by reinforcing ideologies everyday. Although, ironically, they are also the reason for a civilization's eventual demise- by their incapability to adapt in this changing world.

Sunday, September 9, 2007


It is on days like this one, that a silence comes over me. It's hard to say what brings it on. Sometimes it's the weather, other times it's a failed attempt at art. I noticed that the older one gets, and the longer one's been in the game of creation, the failed attempts are in reality a coming to face with one's own incapabilities. Issues that one cannot over come by one's nature. On the other hand, it can also be a realization of one's own age and things that have been unaccomplished. Regardless, on days such as this, I am silent- not willing to utter a word or make another promise. It's a day of bitter conclusions.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

New Ink (The Baths of Pavillion 3)

Alrighty, I guess three more inks to go. Some of you may notice that this is Baths number 3 and may wonder "what happened to Baths number 2?" Well, I am dyslectic, but more honestly I think the Muse played a role here. I'm still, of course, working on Baths 2.

On another note, I would like to talk about something that has been troubling me lately. And that is certain historical misconceptions. This one falls one the issue of Ancient Egypt and race. Now, as someone who read quite a lot of book on the topic of archeology, I would never say that Egyptians were white or African (black). Too many people with little knowledge in matters of Ancient Archeology, have a tendency to confuse geography with race. Two days ago, I spent an hour arguing with an African American gentleman about the race of Cleopatra. It is a fact that she was a Greek. And the man was trying to convince me that she was black - because Egypt is in Africa. If one follows this type of rational, I guess everyone in American is Indian.