Archive for October, 2017

Down In A Hole

Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
In a tomb… in bloom

Down in a hole and I don’t know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
Oh, you don’t understand who they thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now I’m a man who won’t let himself be

Down in a hole, losing my soul
Down in a hole, losing control
I’d like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied

Down in a hole and they’ve put all the stones in their place
I’ve eaten the sun so my tongue has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more of my feelings beneath

Down in a hole, losing my soul
Down in a hole, losing control
I’d like to fly
But my wings have been so denied

Bury me softly in this womb
Oh I want to be inside of you
I give this part of me for you
Oh I want to be inside of you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
Oh I want to be inside of you
In a tomb… in bloom
Oh I want to be inside…

Down in a hole, losing my soul
Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losing my soul
Down in a hole, out of control
I’d like to fly
But my wings have been so denied

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I’d Like Your Hair Long

I’d like your hair long and laid on to the ground, you’d prefer an astronaut
someone to relate to and someone to command, and I will be a simple man.
I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line and synchronize and shine.
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies, it’s still the same to me.

It’s a waste of a song.
It’s a waste of a song.
You’re a waste of my lungs.
It’s a waste of a song.

I’d like your face gone and in its place the sun, and I will be an astronaut
for I have come to surface to catch some light and feed, and I have everything I need.
And I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line and synchronize and shine.
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies, you’re still the same to me.

You’re a waste of a song.
You’re a waste of my lungs.
It’s a waste of a song.

It’s a waste of a song.
You’re a waste of my lungs.
You’re a waste of a song

 

-Hum

 

 

Here’s a link to some great drawing pencils I bought from Amazon. I suggest it for pros and beginning artists alike. For beginning artists, there comes a point where you’ll have the urge to use something other than a No. 2 pencil. This is perfect for that step up.

For pros, you’ll find that these are high quality pencils. I’m surprised they are selling it at this price point. It even comes in a handy travel tin to keep everything organized.  If you try them out, I hope they work out for you as they have for me. Here’s the link:

https://www.amazon.com/12-Drawing-Pencils-Precision-Accessories/dp/B01N5C6QIJ/ref=pd_sbs_201_5?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=XVANV6HKSXAM4PWC1T70

 

-Roz

 

La Mer

And when the day arrives
I’ll become the sky
And I’ll become the sea
And the sea will come to kiss me
For I am going
Home
Nothing can stop me now

 

Faces In Disguise

these fears come rushing in when i enter here
another layer on my back
a blazing fire where our glances meet
the largest feeling towering over me

faces in disguise
not a trace of desire…

i long to take you to a secret place
where we could lay aside our past
we’d throw the world away with all it’s pain
to shine like stars through storm and clouds and rain

faces in disguise
not a trace of desire…

go face the day, go and see new things
go face the day, but you’ll remember me…
i see a tear inside when you’re turned away
another wound that i’d take back
if i could fill your heart just once
and then i’d take you now
where we could live again

faces in disguise
not a trace of desire…

faces in disguise
not a trace of desire…

go face the day, go and see new things
go face the day, but you’ll remember me…

PicMonkey-Munch1

I agree with this quote from the great artist Edvard Munch. I may be going off here in a tangent a little bit, but I believe the key to creating great art is by executing the basics/fundamentals first and then building upon that. And that goes for all forms of art whether it’s visual art, literature, music, movies.

Too many times, and I’ve been guilty of this myself (but I’m trying), I see art with all kinds of intricate details but I can’t “feel” what the artist was to trying convey. Most of the time it’s because the artist failed to execute the basics. A good example of this would be a movie with fancy computer effects, but for some reason you can’t get into it or worse- you’re just bored from it.

A lot of movies from the early 2000’s were guilty of this, with their fancy computer graphics but weak story lines. It’s the reason why a lot of movies from the 1980’s with their cheesy and outdated effects, were still better than your new computer graphics laden offerings from Hollywood. It’s why the old Star Wars was still better than The Phantom Menace (sorry about the Star Wars nerd-isms).

So I try to live by the philosophy of ‘K.I.S.S.’ which stands for ‘Keep It Simple, Stupid.’ It was taught to me by one of my art mentors. Whenever I’m creating and I find myself getting too “fancy schmancy,” I remember to keep it simple and make sure the fundamentals are there first.  If they are there, then I can build upon them and go a little crazy with ideas and details.

It’s like building a house: You have to worry about laying down a good foundation first before you can stress about whether the curtains are going to have fancy lace or not.

-Roz

 

 

 

izzy

…after she’s eaten 3 Crawdads and falls asleep from being full right in the middle of climbing up her ramp. It kind of reminds me of myself after Thanksgiving dinner. I’ve never seen anything like this in my life. That’s why I had to share.

-Roz

 

Jellybelly

welcome to nowhere fast
nothing here ever lasts
nothing but memories
of what never was
we’re nowhere, we’re nowhere, we’re nowhere to be
nowhere, we’re nowhere, we’re nowhere to see
living makes me sick
so sick i wish i’d die
down in the belly of the beast
i can’t lie
you’re nowhere, you’re nowhere, you’re nowhere to be
nowhere, you’re nowhere, you’re nowhere to see
there’s nothing left to do
there’s nothing left to feel
doesn’t matter what you want, so
to make yourself feel better
you make it so you’ll never
give in to your forevers
and live for always
and forever, forever, you’re forever to be
forever, forever, you’re forever to me

-The Smashing Pumpkins

van gogh sketch

This is one of Vincent Van Gogh’s sketches which is currently displayed in the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam.

Van Gogh had a short art career of only 10 years. But in those ten years, he produced over 900 works of art. To say that he was prolific would be an understatement. This is one of the sketches he did in that time period.

What I love about this piece is that he probably didn’t mean for it to be a work of art to be sold. He was just sketching when he did it. In fact, you can see that he drew it on an envelope. I imagine that the urge to draw just struck him and an envelope was the first piece of paper in his vicinity.

Nonetheless, whatever his intentions were, this was a masterpiece in my eyes. I love the feel of winter I get from this piece.

-Roz