I am still working on something mindblowing -- or mindblown, at least -- for my little music video (see previous week) making both head and tails of it -- here you get legs.
These legs will do the "bicycle" in happy twists and circles. The movement is calculated by hand (Photoshop meets stop-motion)
and we take care to add some diversity to the mechanics.
Looks promising!
As if this wasn't enough, I'm still in the pre-vernissage cutting and framing department. I also repainted a frame for "Keeping Calm Helmet", flaming dark and deep, as there wasn't any matching one to buy.
Starting out with red acrylic underpaint... (beautiful! But we have to move on)
...I most gently added a bit of sooty black.
Voilà.
In one month there's yet another Vernissage -- wonderful! -- but I've quite lost count. I think this is going to be exhibition no. 18. The art is piling up...
I've had The Music Remains (q.v.) nicely framed...
(Yes, you see a nail file. I use it to adjust details when I cut the matting.)
Perhaps someone would care for this simple little thing...
In the middle of all this I consider making an animated music video for Dalírium, my organica-electronica-whatever-it-is record. It is insane -- one tends always to forget what a vampire of a time-eater animation is. The Happy Machine track would get some mechanical anatomy of sorts. A sketch:
I am drawn to drawing things that squirm and twist and bend in impossible ways. The work below is presently untitled, and I leave it to speak for itself.
We might talk a little about lines instead. A line that you work on for a long time, twist a little more, bend, brush up, change a little, while you let the happy mad sad thoughts meander through your mind without too much harm done --- this is solace of sorts, peaceful creative trance. I like the somewhat slanted Art Noveau, or whatever it is... here it is taking form on the screen -- it could've been pencil too, but what followed might demand a computer: I threw such a lot of darkness in it, enough to soak a paper to pieces had it been an aquarelle. The lines looked like this:
And we ended up with this; much more interesting from a colour point of view (I am happy that my poor squirming being is sparkling in many contradicting, uncertain hues) but I try not to kill the play of the lines entirely.
On my way to a date -- Heaven or Hell?
-- I started to pencil for aquarel.
The meeting -- surprise! -- for her and me
Turned Heaven -- too fast! -- to a shocking degree
For some this feels natural, for others, no
And now my guitar in messy locks go
One night it was all right to meet in such heat.
The sadder day after I heard some cold feet.
There's also a fish. It is merely there.
It might ponder this beautiful, tragic affair.
1. The Patient realises that the whole System is a farce, that there isn’t work enough for all no matter how you squirm and turn about and that a Great Change is needed regarding both Work and Consumption if Life on Earth is to remain.
2. Most unexpectedly the Patient is offered a Job of Work to do, meaning safer grounds and a new feeling of security. The Patient is euphorically anticipating at last being accepted as a Productive and Good Member of our Society.
Emotional Incubation Period: about 1 to 2 weeks.
3. The Patient is now preaching the Benefits of Workfare for anyone who still cares to listen: We have to Accept Things as They Are, Create New Opportunities and do Positive Thinking.
4. The Patient surprisingly loses his job, very quickly too, and thereby also all rights to Joy, Love and Life including the right of being a Patient. Everything was a Lie. Emotional Incubation Period for this insight: about 5 to 10 seconds.
5. The Patient realises that the whole System is a farce, that there isn’t… etc. The whole treatment may be repeated ad libitum et ad infinitum until we Finally Understand or cease to breathe.
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Being quite annoyed with a certain kind of people who preach unconditional welfare when they need it and unconditional workfare when they themselves do have work, I drew this little satire. I know a few. It is aimed at the short-sightedness of people in general rather than at some specific political colour, most of which have faded into Obsolete Grey anyway (and this is to no little degree due to the same eternal propensity for egoism in the shallow, fickle mind).
Materials: Ink on paper; electric hues.
