Head for Analytics

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Painting - Lifeline in Paint

For an assignment in my painting class, we were tasked with creating an original painting utilizing ten specific shades of colour.  The specific shades were to be utilized how ever we chose, in any combination.  Each hue was to represent how we felt a year in our life was, ten hues, each for a year spanning our last decade.  We were otherwise given very little instruction.

It was, in many respects a very free-form exercise.  I picked my hues, wrote a brief blurb for each, figured out what each year was or meant, and then simply went to task.  What follows is a fantastic expression of who I am on canvas, but also impressively cryptic.  It is me, in many respects, but only through the rationalization of my own head.

I did the following on stretched canvas.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Hearing - Sound

Hearing - Sound

Sometimes when I close my eyes, in the silence of darkness...I can hear music.  It sounds like such a strange thing, but I think I can hear the life around me ebb and flow.  I hear the sounds of wind rushing past life, it cascades and swirls around my mind.  I can hear the breathing and the heartbeats of a million souls.  There is a kind of casual peace to them, a growth and reworking of hammer to anvil.

A friend of mine, is preparing to teach children soon.  One of the constraints on the position of her teaching is that she cannot touch on a number of subjects.  One of the constraints, is that she cannot teach instruments.  Singing is alright but there are no instruments permitted where she teaches.  She cannot even show them how to make maracas.  I wonder what music sounds like to them.

Do they hear it the same way I do?  Do they hear strands of creation in the vibrancy of tone?  Is it all just noise the way some things are?  Have they been taught to tune it out, that it has no worldly existence at all?

I wonder what they would think if the heard the things in my mind.

Sometimes at sunset, I can hear music.  A violin plays across the wind, just barely audible.  I shift the balance of my body to hear it better, straining and yet still.  I can hear it, my head tilts ever so slightly, imperceptibly towards it.  I nod and continue to listen to the people around me, overhear their conversations, consider their words.  But I hear.  I hear music.  Tone and song, it's so far away, quicksilver, mercurial.

What do you hear?

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Painting - Goodbye in Mono-Red

A painting study I did today for colour theory class.

A Goodbye in Mono-Red

Enjoy

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Writing - Sixed

Writing - Sixed

A faint veneer of dust covered the streets of Markesh.  If a person looked too closely, they might see that same faint veneer on the skin and in the hair of everyone on the streets of Markesh.  It was a city of gravel, dust and neon.  Post-modern steel and glass had given way to grafitti, dried black chewing gum and the stink of piss.

The once-promise of a bright future with robotic servants now a disarray beneath junkies and whores.  Markesh was dust and regret.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Life - Happy

Congratulations.

I'm sorry I wasn't there, but I'm certain it was a beautiful day.  You always had a knack for brightening the day and making things beautiful.  I'm sorry that we haven't talked much, I take responsibility for that one.  Life is a long and winding path, and ours just happened to be different this time.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Drabbles - Ink

I am watching the slow process of ink flow down the drain.  Nature will write the next story as it evolves in flowing lines to nothing.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Designs - The League of Assassins



The world is a changing place in the new 17th century. The burgeoning development of gunpowder is poised to alter the field tremendously. But when the full blood moon rises over Rome for a fated 3 days, shadows descend with steel. Against the backdrop of festivity, five guilds of Assassins from all across Europe will test one another in a trial of traps, subterfuge and blood. Up for grabs, held in the hand of the Master Assassin, is a contract which will change the course of history. The contract to kill King James I of England.






The year is 1604, and a War of Assassins has descended on Rome.