Today I varnished my last painting, which means that I should be able to start scanning it. It's always a long and tedious process. Moreover my camera has been acting like nonsense lately, not only I can't count on it for this job, but also the fews pictures it manages to take when it's in a good mood look like crap.
I should get in touch with this friend from my engineer school who works at a scanning company again.
After a one year long break I started to work on an old buddy over again. The whole surface was covered, but I came up with this ruthless decision that it needed to gain contrast. I had hindered the use of dark colors too much.
This operation under Photoshop takes approximately 30 seconds. Ok, 1 long minute if we include launching the app and loading of the file.
With oils it takes just the time needed to repaint everything.
I'll do it. I'm not scared. I have already worked out the foremost pile, some lush and today two metallic arch under the glass dome. The result is worth any effort, even an additional year of work. It really is. I can already feel it.
Seriously, those who claim that the whole digital vs traditional thing is just a matter of tool and blablabla they don't measure well what they are talking about but I don't like to talk about that so why am I? Huh.
This week I haven't gone to sleep a single night before 4 in the morning, as the result of work emergencies. I think I did a great job but it's still worrying me so much. Am I right giving all my time to my company? It's not like if is was another person's company, it's mine and a friend's, it's our child and we are doing all our best to let it grow well. But I feel guilty, and I feel hopeless too. My job is what prevents me from making more art, and I end up being my own enemy.
And now we have a second office, in Bordeaux this time. Another mouth to feed.
It's such a constant pressure. Did I chose the right path? Didn't I trap myself on my own? Is that a dead end? Is it the initiatory battle that one has to win in order to know himself and access his hidden truth?
I feel the pressure of passing time,of beloved ones, of lifetime wide wrong decisions, and the bite of those handcuffs that I have naively tighten without knowing that there was no coming back.
I keep on painting. Everything should have made me stop but I didn't. I paint two canvas a year, sometimes even less, but I paint. Seeing how some people with great talent around me end up drowning it in oceans of talking or drown in their own tiredness or in the swirls of their daily weed smoke, it makes me a little sad, and it also, and mainly, makes me asocial and obsessive.
Wtf. I paint. That's about it.
Four months and a half of sexual abstinence. The scariest part is that I don't feel like I miss it. Hence it could continue for long I guess.
I did very strange dreams last night about having a baby girl with a friend I had never been with and all the drama and love and tears and overwhelming joy that goes with it. So real and puzzling. The previous night I dreamt of a travel in a school bus with the second grade kids having strange public sex. Shame on my subconscious for playing those images in my head! Although, I seemed to be just a hopeless watcher. Am I getting this old? Oh crap. Creepy psycho me.
Seems that I didn't spare you the useless and boring soliloquy this time. I'm sorry.
But you know, putting this nonsense down without hindrance feels like having an understanding friend here, late in this empty night.
I featured your deviation "Home and Fairies" in my feature quiz. [link] I love your gallery!
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Glimmering in the darkness / Sitting silent in the night / Head bent in thought / Creating songs that no one hears / And no one knows / From age to age / Weave on / O sister of the stars.
You were in a fantasy art book that I looked at today in class! I freaked out. There was "Garden of Giants" and one more.
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When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies ~James Matthew Barrie~
You do some of the most detailed work I've seen done in a long time. I enjoyed and felt revitalized from looking at your work and once again feel the itch to pick up apencil. Thankyou so much for sharing with us.
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One day I'll think of something, that will change people's lives. A thing they can-not do with out, for lack of breath or thought. It should be something existential, not trivial or a passing fancy. So the day it comes to me, I'll say it for all
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El ansia que nace del odio es un deseo irracional de poseer y consumir el alma de la persona odiada, así como el ansia amorosa es el deseo de poseer hasta el límite a la persona amada..
wow. I'm hardly ever this amazed by an artist. your paintings have me lost for words. They are so emotionally charged and so complicated. I feel like you've painted your emotions into each piece. Again, wow. Simply superb... I can't even describe........
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Barefoot at night on the road Fireworks blooming above in the sky
I, like so many others, am in love with your work.
You are truly one of the best artists on here - I can't believe the emotion that goes into your work.. and your incredible detail.
Just wow. Thank you for sharing your work - I'm so grateful to have stumbled upon it.
-- People do it everyday, they talk to themselves... they see themselves as they'd like to be, they don't have the courage you have, to just run with it.
Devious Comments
very nice gallery really
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اغاني افلام بلوتوث
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[link]
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"He must be tongueless when cursed." ~ Yunus Emre : [link]
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Glimmering in the darkness / Sitting silent in the night / Head bent in thought / Creating songs that no one hears / And no one knows / From age to age / Weave on / O sister of the stars.
did u scan the oil canvas painting with scanner??
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Let no one rob you of that powerful motivational force known as vision...seeing not only what is...but what can be.
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When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies
~James Matthew Barrie~
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'Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.'- Scott Adams
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Imagination Rules The World
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My gallery [link]
My Commision Page [link]
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"Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere." - Carl Sagan
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~Southsiren
Everything u do, whether positive/negative, is returned to u threefolded.
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iz a happy
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vive sin miedos, superate!, si caes levantate y se feliz.yeah!!!
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One day I'll think of something,
that will change people's lives.
A thing they can-not do
with out, for lack of breath or thought.
It should be something existential, not trivial
or a passing fancy.
So the day it comes to me,
I'll say it for all
is amazing!!
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El ansia que nace del odio es un deseo irracional de poseer y consumir el alma de la persona odiada, así como el ansia amorosa es el deseo de poseer hasta el límite a la persona amada..
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Barefoot at night on the road
Fireworks blooming above in the sky
You are truly one of the best artists on here - I can't believe the emotion that goes into your work.. and your incredible detail.
Just wow. Thank you for sharing your work - I'm so grateful to have stumbled upon it.
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People do it everyday, they talk to themselves... they see themselves as they'd like to be, they don't have the courage you have, to just run with it.
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"you're the Michelangelo of your life...you sculpt it every day...and you do it with your thoughts!" [the secret, film]
Keep up the good work
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