cathexis

8/6/13

7/12/13

5/3/13

5/2/13

hey bloggersphere.
welcome to my brain.

it's tired.

1/31/13

I started this in 2010 during one of my transitional periods in attending college. it was the first "serious" oil painting I had taken on since high school, and I approached its execution with great trepidation. it took a few weeks to complete, and ultimately took its place hidden behind a stack of paintings in the spare bedroom in my parents' house. I was far from satisfied with the finished piece, bordering on embarrassed of it. I gave myself a pass, though, trying to be conscious of the fact that it was natural to be a bit rusty after a three year-long disruption of my involvement with the craft.

since then this piece has always been in the back of my mind, something I knew I had to pursue further. the painting that helped re-kindle my passion for painting shouldn't end up tucked away on a shelf collecting dust, in fear of someone seeing my meager attempt at a well-conceived image. I needed to turn it into something I could be proud of. which is why nine months ago I took it out of hiding and got back to work. the transformation was slow and took place mostly in short-lived sessions between other pressing academic responsibilities. finally at the end of last month, it felt "finished".

and there you have it.

even now I'm still very self-conscious about my painting abilities, especially when developing something meant to resemble real-life objects. who knows, maybe in two more years I'll feel the need to change it again. but for now, I am pleased. I closed an important chapter in my creative life. and to sweeten the pot, this baby's in the possession of some individuals that are very dear to me. a quick 'thank you' to those particular folks, who have fostered my creativity in more ways than they know.

1/18/13

rickaay

K: Eureka's spectacles?
R: No, Magellan Cubicles.

Rich Bozek, ladies and gentlemen. one of the biggest reasons that I've never had to feel alone for too long.

1/13/13

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.

I need to find those grapes...

1/10/13

happy room

at peace, for the most part.

12/2/12

I might just lie to 'em all
lie in the morgue
with a deep breath
hiding and bored
fighting a smile,
highly annoyed
when the timing is right
I will rise and record.