I do not work hard enough on my art.
Inktober supplement #1: Blinding Flash of the Obvious
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Inktober 13th: Doodlepalooza
What makes this more than a doodle is…nothing. It is just a doodle.
But when I make a doodle, I feel better. While I make a doodle I become calm. Stressless, expectationless drawing yields the same contentment as chewing a nice wad of sweet gum. So for me, to look at the doodle I made is to surround myself with contentment. It is the next quantum shell of passivity.
Inktober 12: Fluid Solid
Fluid Solid
Falling stars and leaves and woes
Leave a trace of where they go
Under rocks some crawlers dwell
It’s a long way up from Hell. I
Doubt they’re unburnt when they weld
In grade school we learned that glass is not exactly a solid. The teacher called it Amorphous. It can be thought of as a really slow-flowing liquid.
Sand, from which glass is made, seems liquid when it is poured.
The same word that Glass came from also led to the word Glacier. Thus language flows.
Inktober 11th: Birdsong
Birdsong
Being warbled apropos
In a way that takes you so
Riffingly to realms so keen
Dough ray me is everything
Inktober 10th: heyyouku
heyyouku
interconnected
we shapes encounter others
different but same
Inktober 9th: Odd and Even
My daughter and I are both fans of David Bowie. In this image I have three lines from his classic song “Space Oddity.” They are encased in three roughly circular shapes, which mark the vertices of a roughly equilateral triangle. Such a triangular dot array is mathspeak for “therefore.”
The oddness of this image is contrapuntally offset by the evenness of the two acrostic, with their identical rhyme and meter schemes. There is also an odd sort of evenness in the balance of the image’s composition. I owe an awareness of balance to a certain Professor Scott of the University of Arizona, who used paintings by Daivd (French; roughly pronounced “dah-veed”) and Poussin (French; roughly pronounced “poo-san”) to make his case for balanced compositions.
Odd & Even
Omnibuses never flee
Digits victorize with V
Definitions carve a plane
& a meaning may remain
Even & Odd
Evanescence of the s&
Volitionalized Marlon Brand O
Everlasters never did
Nor heroes in the curtains hid
I leave you, friendly readers, with the happy notion that you may dismiss any confusion you get from the image, or the poetry, or my notes here, with this simple thought: it’s SUPPOSED to be Odd. 🙂
Inktober 8th: iconoclastic vertex periphery
Iconoclastic vertex periphery? Does that make sense? Yes and no, I hope, just like that iconoclastic vertically peripheral character of the Deadpool movies, Negasonic Teenage Warhead.
And why aren’t Avert (or is it Avery?) and Virtu (Or is it Vertu?) in the title? And are those lovebirds or malevolent eyes in the lower right corner of that maybe-the-Moon?
The artist isn’t trying to be coy, Friends. (Then why is he referring to himself in the third person?) He is just taking Fuzzy Set Theory into account in his iconoclasm. Â You can’t have Reality without Mystery, thank Goodness.
Inktober 7th: Hand’s Scape
Hand’s Scape
Holding one in one is bliss
As a moonrise yields a disc
Never letting go in sleep–a
Dream defines two hearts that deep
‘S all right when ye Lovers Leape
Inktober 6th: Mount Rushmore Revisited
The phrase “old white guys” has cropped up in current American parlance to describe an obsolete ruling class. Last century a monument to four old white guys was carved out of a mountainside. So I started noodling out what might be a 2018 re-imagining of a monumental sculpture of heads, not four, not old, not exclusively white, not exclusively guys. Tried not to think of any person in particular.
Inktober 5: shape speaks
A mountain in the distance is a shape. There is one in my Valley of the Sun that is called Camelback Mountain. It especially looks like a reposed camel when the viewer is a few miles west of it. When the viewer approaches, she sees a knob of rock on the mountain that has come to be called the Praying Monk. Shape speaks to the viewer.
A hurricane viewed beyond the atmosphere is a shape that speaks. So is a frost pattern on a bedroom window. So is the rising Moon. And a backlit person, a cloud, another cloud, a farm landscape. Shape shapes us.
