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The subject that is the specialest subject of all is my daughter. She is engaged to be married to a fine young man with intelligence and wit to match her own. I wish them the best kind of success, which is not Money nor Fame but Enduring Happiness.

Kate is no stranger to my journal pages. Here is one from a few years ago:

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And here is the one I did on the occasion of her 20th birthday:

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I have thousands of cherished memories of her, from the day she was born to last Friday when I visited her in Phoenix and took her and Denise to Mongolian BBQ. She was a delightful baby, an amazing toddler (she applied for and received a library card less than four months after her third birthday, having signed her name twice in order to do so), a lively little girl–ah, I could name dozens of her incarnations, but the important thing is, she has become more herself every day, and need not dwell in the past the way her mawkish father does. Kate, you are You, and the best Daughter imaginable. I love you and I salute you. I celebrate my One Hundredth Blog Post with the specialest subject of all. Thanks for indulging me by kindly permitting me to do so!

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On this page are four double acrostics:

Circle

Concentric
Illuminati
Rotator
Revolver
Cryogenic
Lyrical
Eye

Square

Solly takes
Quirky tranq
Usually you
Affect aphasia
Rigid rigueur
Eventual cure

Oval

O-ring O Levy-O
Victory V
Aspartame/Stevia
Losing a peel

Bear

Ball o’ fur–a lustrous cub
Rally hope: some honey’d grub’ll
Osculate a bearcub’s mecca
With approv’d Interior Sec
No City Hall ought order Peck

Notes

For the Circle acrostic I was looking for self-containment, so I picked individual words: they’d be ending the way they began, which always seemed neat to me.

Having some success with Circle, I decided to double down with Square; I used two-word lines. This yielded limited opportunity for rhyme, but I managed to wrestle a semblence of a final couplet out of it.

With Oval, I looked at the two O-bookended first line and for some reason remembered a game I’d never played, but only read about. The game is Ringolevio, which originated in New York City and, as far as I can tell, is strictly a “back East” game. In Arizona, where I grew up, we had games like Tag and Freeze Tag and Capture the Flag and Red Rover and Tackletown (also known as Pom Pom Pullaway) which incorporate some of the Ringolevio concepts–but I digress. The line would be served best, I thought, if it gene-spliced an O-Ring into Ringolevio. And what fun to have Levy take part…the rest of Oval was similarly whimsical.

And whimsicality was a good lead-in to Bear, which is the only member of the quartet to not be a geometric shape. To show how the rigidity had left the rails I made the double acrostic two types of bear rather than “Bear/Bear.” But it’s not all whimsy: the United States of America once had a sellout for a Secretary of the Interior. His name was James Watt, and his game was pandering to Big Oil and other land-exploitative corpsters. So the last two lines are a twisty call for a proper pecking order that puts Nature first.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow will be my 100th blog post in 100 days. Special edition!

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Words, words, words:

The vagaries of language take a hand in giving flow
Here: some might point out Shiloh’s proven neither shi nor loh
Edition alley: pretty Grecian letters in a rho
Here: H, & it’s r e s e r v e d–it’s north of I & south of G
And other language comes in handy also, Boga ti
LORENZO was to Renaissance as Stephen is to Liv
Forefatherhood’s a metaphor to sever or to sieve
Or, more directly, strength of arms is found in FORTINBRAS
Felafel’s awful waffle-doffin’ dolphins off. The shwa
Is insignificant, yet VITAL; dealing with Old Scratch
It well behooves a farrier to bring along a batch
The senselessness of fate is vast. If words would serve to match it
The trick’s to make this mystery and then to not unlatch it

Out of respect for the last line, there will be no notes associated with this page. However, I will do my best to answer queries fully and honestly.

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Close to fifty years ago, Paul Simon rewrote the Sermon on the Mount with his song “Blessed,” which begins:

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit
Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on
O Lord, Why have you forsaken me?

And yesterday, at more than twice Paul Simon’s then-age, I found myself also musing about that Sermon, and the huge proportion of Earth-walkers who are some combination of disenfranchised, exploited, homeless, mistreated, but above all ignored. I don’t envy world leaders the challenge of making a world-culture that promotes individual dignity and appreciation. I have almost no notions of what to do, or even try to do, about the lot of these poor souls. I do know it is vital not to pretend that they don’t exist.

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Here are the words:

There oft exist exotic Guilds developing Arcana
How eagerly practitioners divine a certain pattern
Regarding abject wonderers who hanker to be long
Euclid took Geometry to levels transcendental
Ensuring the 3-cornered shape would be its cornerstone

I don’t have much to say about this one, except that it is easy and fun for everyone to draw overlapping triangles and then color in a la checkerboard to get alternating light and dark. I put a little extra zing into this one by making a light gray via rubbing the entire upper surface of the paper with my big fleshy thumb/palm pad, then erasing out a couple of background white triangles. Drawing with an eraser is really satisfying!

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The twice-told words:

I never knew what’s who the why of schizophrenia
Mortality uncoils just when the route is getting scenic
Plumbago blue and roses red make violet–it’s neat
Rejoiced in Soda Pop since I was knee-high to a Nehi
One of billions–carbonation China to Ohio
Vinegar and baking soda foam up like Orion

Notes

Two things I want to say about the image. One: the near-sphere in the middle that the guy with the clipboard is either standing on or projected from is a duodecahedron, one of the five “regular solids” whose every facet is some polygon. (The tetrahedron and the cube are two other Regular Solids.) Two: I much enjoyed depicting a cat and a woman sharing a halo.

One more thing

My girlfriend’s son, Sean Wegner, has a birthday today. I did a page on him celebrating not only his birthday but also his deep abiding love for baseball. Several teams are mentioned in this quadruple acrostic…

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Here are the words:

RIG IT, TONY — light adjusts
Halve the Juice but have we must
Endgames’ aftermathed ejecta
Often dim with gross neglect.

UNPRECEDENTED swoops of glad impasto
Now make the oiled canvas apropos
Raised pressure seems a manageable cost
Here’s furtherance like Indies from Genoa
Ex-palimpsest of pigment tempest-tost

Here are some notes:

A rheostat is a device that controls current flow via positioning of a circuit-completer variously on a coil of resistance wire. Until today I just knew that when you turned the knob the lights got dimmer or brighter. Now I know a little bit about why, and perhaps I’ve (bad pun alert) enLIGHTened a fellow former Rheo-Ignoramus with my illustration (which was ILLUMINATED, naturally. Sorry–I should have said bad PUNS alert).

Speaking of bad puns, the first three words of the first versing are pronounced Rigatoni. I leave it to the reader to come up with a referral of the Rheostat as a “Pièce de résistance”–no, I don’t. 🙂

If I ever remake this page, I will change the last two lines of the first verselet to “Endgame aftermaths eject; A/Oneness dims with gross neglect.” The change hadn’t occurred to me till after the midnight deadline, when I must abandon one page for another.

As for the second versoid, just about anything that ISN’T a Rheostat can be an Unrheostat, but the two examples I drew draw from similarities, one of sound and the other of value range. And if you don’t know what a Palimpsest is, I’d like to encourage you to find out; it’s a fine and fun and (for this page at the very least) useful word.

Anyone else want to play? Here is something I’ll be finishing either today or tomorrow:

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Hope you try it too!

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Here are the words:

Living w/dysfunction drives & conflict turns to fuel
Losing situations & frustrations means accrual
Landing on one’s feet & thriving–aye, therein’s a jewel

Entertainers strain & strive to play Fool’s filigree
Enterprising flight & fancy helps a soul to be
Extraördinary & in sight full: Holy See

A voyager & vagabond may find Guadalajara
Voracious in her ampletight & shy an I-dot starrer
Vicissitudinous to one who’s apt & not a martyr
Vast graveyards may yawn wide & sup on such as auk or darter

Entitlement’s a busy beast & wants ingratiation
Enrage thyself at SLOTH & seek an ACTIVE satiation

Here are some notes:

The word Situation once described desirable work. When I was young the classified ads of the local newspaper often had a section called “Situations Wanted” wherein the placer of the ad would describe the sort of job she or he was hoping to be hired for. Thus Charles Addams had Gomez retelling “A Christmas Carol” to Wednesday and Puggsley: “…then good old Scrooge, bless his heart, turned to Bob Cratchit and snarled, ‘Let me hear another sound from you and you’ll keep Christmas by losing your situation.’” As Richard N. Bolles has pointed out in What Color Is Your Parachute?, losing a situation is often a glorious opportunity.

I put an umlaut over the O in Extraordinary so that it would be pronounced in the reader’s head as a distinctly separate syllable. So that’s not really an umlaut; it’s a diaeresis.

An “I-dot starrer” is someone who dots their lower-case I with a star. Compare this with the “I-dot hearter.” Both subsets of humanity are cases of arrested development if the person in question is more than twelve years old.

Certain types of fish called Darters are classified as threatened or endangered. The particular auk known as the Great Auk was hunted to extinction by the same species that killed the Passenger Pigeon: Homo “sapiens,” the “human” race. Enterprise needs boundaries.

Entitlement is a hot topic nowadays. Many of my high school classmates Facebook-post denunciation of people who use welfare payments (which max out at about $900 per month per household of four, for instance) to buy alcohol and cigarettes. Some of these same classmates buy homes in the six-figure range and cheerfully claim a mortgage deduction well in excess of five figures; drive company cars to family vacations; dine and drink lavishly at “business lunches” and write off half the tab as a business expense, etc.

The bottom line of this poem serves as the bottom line of the theme. “Enrage yourself at SLOTH and seek an ACTIVE satiation” is advice I’ve been giving myself for a long time. That’s why, every day this year, I’ve striven to create a new work of art in the form of a journal page, challenging my creativity with a new (usually acrostic) thematic puzzle to solve via meaningful expression. Meeting these daily challenges has enriched my emotional health beyond description, and I heartily recommend such journaling to anyone who feels the need of an expressive centering.

At the end of his Hugo-winning novella Riders of the Purple Wage, author Philip José Farmer has Grandpa Winnegan, a man about a hundred and twenty years old, leaving his great-great-great grandson Chibiabos Elgreco Winnegan with a note, which he’d paid a man to deliver posthumously. Wikipedia synopsizes the note: “The note simply says that Chib must abandon Ellay, leave his mother, and break free so he can paint from love, not out of hatred.” May we all heed such advice, especially if it comes from our own hearts.

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Here are the words:

Most life events are humdrum–hardly gracing
And some are harrowing, and some debracing

God’s fans included Sandro Botticelli
No prob–IF “He” made Laura Antonelli

If not–if GOD is naught*–a synæsthesia
False-colors all perceivings; & amnesia

Yin-overloads our lives & drives a stasis
Infecting vectored acts with dreamworld basis

Nor is “AYE” unsusceptible, in this
God knows (or *{}) that much “I” see’s amiss

What does it mean? There is a clue in the emphasis of the IF in the word Magnifying. Agnostics of my bent don’t claim to have any more handle on the Truth than anyone else (except, perhaps, the Texas Board of Education, he said with a wry smile). The Universe is mind-boggling enough to provide endless mystery. One simple either/or is: Either Reality has popped on and off eternally, or there was an ultimate starting point (and I don’t mean THE Big Bang; I mean a First Big Bang). And things like magnifying glasses, falsecolor telescopy, and sunsets present different realities of the same scrutinized item. Remember Claude Monet’s different paintings of Reims Cathedral at different times of day? The same brick and mortar can evoke endlessly different moods.

Anyone else want to play?

As I did a couple of days ago, I again present a work in progress. This one is simpler. The symbol in the middle is an ampersand; so the triple acrostic is “Leave & Learn.”Image

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Faithful readers will recognize this page as the finished product of yesterday’s invitation to acrosticize. The loving couple on the left is meant to be me and my Girlfriend, Denise; but the ant & aphid and the dog & human are any & any (& any & any).

The words are these:

Hoot, holler: serendipitous behaviors
As making of a tummy into jelly
Resemble hidden rooms whose doors unslam
Much to the triumph of both lion & lamb
Our genes are like a shop’s stock, or a Deli
Nor know we who’ll be Orwell who’ll be Rambo
In i n t e r a c t i o n we all find our saviors
Creations intertwined like vermicelli
Catch wind with flags heraldic–won’t you wave yours