Your artistic endeavours

Thanks keepithowitis! This is much better. :)

More good work from you too LinksOcarina! Is that an opening for a work in progress of yours or something? :)
 
This topic makes me happy. Where did all you people come from? I didn't think I'd get a bunch of people participating. I suppose everyone's an artist in some way, maybe...
To those who have posted stuff, what do you plan on doing/what have you done with it? Anything? I guess my big question that fascinates me is what compels you to do this?
I think Demosthenes needs some kudos. I liked Missing Monday. I like everything! Oh dear. :oops:

One more poem from me. It's a bit dated by my standards being over a year old. Just a tad juvenile-sounding at times. It's also about artistry.


"A Recluse, A Piano, and A Muse"

In the midst of relentless mist and charcoal skies
Sits an hollow mansion in the woods up north
To which the kids of town would venture forth
To witness the spectacle of sound with their own eyes

In pursuit of this hidden house, the kids were worn
Splintered feet, bodies weighted and wet
He knows their there, or does he yet?
The man and his piano seem to have solely their bond adorned

Under a soggy roof stretching on swaying walls
They are poised, testing the rotted boards
Absent windows and knotted floors
But purpose can't be ignored when opportunity calls

Bound to a bench, he spends his days
Arpeggio, arpeggio, minor lift
All in his mind is where it is writ
And every thing is in its right place

With his back to the voyeurs, he sways with grace
Never can such eloquence be witnessed
That those digits speak vast magics
To summon emotions passed and eyes unglazed

There were sevens of all forms, augments unite diminished
Ascensions and descensions, inhale and exhale
Between the staccatos and legatos is purity unveiled
And the kids kindle their hopes that he may never be finished

Is it nature or act, this love between a piano and his recluse?
His back is bent for fear and attack
He knows their there, yet remains sat
This is his grace, his place, and he knows he dare not move

Like an antenna aligned and in tune
The man and his piano have found their muse
 
Flaming_Tiki_God said:
To those who have posted stuff, what do you plan on doing/what have you done with it? Anything? I guess my big question that fascinates me is what compels you to do this?

Good question! :p

I think what "compels" me to do what I do is simply, I enjoy doing it and I feel I am good at it. I'm not a perfect artist, but many people appreciate my work, which is why I too appreciate doing it, and seeing a final result, a completed piece.

I'm not a very academic kind of person but I feel I am a very creative person. I want to do something with my life (career-wise) to do with art. When it comes to proper drawing/digital painting, I want to one day do comics/graphic novels. I have a lot of ideas for stories, and it might sound stuck up or arrogant, but I feel they have potential. :)

At the same time though, I want to try my hand out at web comics. I know it's a business loads of people try and get into, but I too want to try. I enjoy making those comics, and while the gaming/popular culture genre is considered overly done and cliche', I enjoy doing it - it's fun. I've been told my comics look good and I've been told they're funny. I enjoy making people laugh - whether it's in reality, or in the form of a comedic comic. To do web comics or actual comics for a living? That would be a dream come true! :)

For now though... I'm currently twenty years old (twenty one this December 30th) and I'm working at an electronics store, retail, in the video game section. I just finished my Bachelor degree in Visual Arts (a three year course) and next year I will be returning to university to take up a Bachelor degree in multimedia (computer/graphic art).

However! As I mentioned before, I was approached by a local non-government group called TEAMhealth - a group specialising in helping those with mental issues (depression, anxiety etc) and they are comissioning me to do artwork for them - and be paid for it - I am to create digital paintings of a dark, depressing nature but "transform" them into more positive pieces, with solutions and whatnot, then put it all in a video slide show for them to present to local schools and stuff. It isn't much but, I'm doing art for money, which is what I want to do - so it is a start. Plus, I support what these guys are doing, they are all very nice people. :)

I'm SO sorry for going on but... hey Flaming_Tiki_God, you did ask! :p
 
I guess for me, I started writing when I was like 14, bunch of emo poetry for the most part, thrown it all away now. But I did discover a love of . . . poetic form I guess. The whole concept of saying something without actually coming right out and saying it. Being able to cloud meaning, and cover it up, represent it in an obtuse way. I love it :D

As for what I intend to do with it. Well I'm actually by trade a sound technician, so I'm heavily involved with several bands, lately I've started getting into the song writing with them, as I have a good ear for what fits lyrics wise, so that's been really cool, hearing my words put to music. Plus I'm finally learning gat myself.

But mainly, writing is just me wrestling with ideas and themes in a way that allows me to pin the topic down and force it into some kind of recognisable shape so I can define it, through poetry, or lyrics or even prose on the odd occasion.

And yes, I am always this deep ;) . . . yeah right.
 
Right I have some time to kill before I go to work so I thought I'd get around to posting in here. I've finished University this year with a BA (Hons) in Graphic Media, which encompasses Graphic, Web and Media design with Illustration. Perfect degreee for me, since while I'm pursuing a career in Graphic Design, I still love illustration and its incredibly useful for a graphic designer to be competent with web design.
Professional work? Done a bit, I worked at RobsonDowry in Bristol last year for a short time and while I was there I did some illustration work for Simple, which is on the site and worked on the Bank of England's annual reports (helped out with the photography side of it) and advertising campaign for last year, which I got really into. I had a blast there, I'm considering going back and asking for an interview so I can hopefully land a full time job with them, great people at that studio.
I've been doing freelance work since leaving Uni, working on branding for a security company which wasn't the most exciting project but was good for the experience, plus it was paid so I can't complain. The current projects I'm working on are a music based magazine, a website for a the same guy who owns the security company, although I can't say much on that as I signed a non disclosure agreement, but I can say its a fun project. Oh and when I remember/don't get caught up in other shit, finishing off Mala's stuff.

Here's some old OLD OLD illustration work for you to see, I'l have a new website up for myself in a few months, so everything new and old will be up there.
 
Wow....just wow. You're all so darn talented. High-fives to everyone! :D

I have multiple art, music and other projects under work, but I just lack the motivation :(
 
My only 2 things that have even come close to being considered artistic. Just some chop shops I did last year when my photoshop still worked.

Me being festive
holidaycheeror8.jpg


Kitty tries a new way of bird hunting...
flyingcatpg9.jpg
 
Master_Craig said:
Thanks keepithowitis! This is much better. :)

More good work from you too LinksOcarina! Is that an opening for a work in progress of yours or something? :)

No, it's a stand alone short story I wrote back on election day.

The work in progresses I have are much long winded than that...I don't know if I will share them here because of the length.

So here's another short one.

The Wound


He couldn’t help but notice the oblong shapes the clouds made overhead as he laid there, crumpled away in the grass like a forgotten memory. The amalgams of horses, rings and sails that dotted across his hazy mind were all he can do to not think about the pain, the bleeding, the suffering that he tries to hide to himself.

He didn’t even feel it, the arrow piercing his chest. His armor, thick with buckskin and hardened to a burgundy leather, was usually sufficient enough to protect most projectiles from his vitals. This day, he was unfortunate enough to feel the sharp steel of the iron pointed, cedar made arrows, fletched with raven feathers and stained an oozing black that only made his wound look more sinister.

He tried to move, but the pain was unbearable. The arrow protruded from his chest like a broken bone, blood pouring from it in tiny rivers, cascading down the leather hide and onto the green grass. He tried to grasp his sword, but gave up on that task after a few moments. He tried to move his head, to watch his regiment in action, but that too, was unbearable.

No doubt the wound was fatal, the only question now was when, in his mind. He should consider himself unlucky in this situation. His mates around him seem to have gone to their maker instantly, with numerous black sticks throned into their skulls and chests. So he kept his gaze forward, to the place he assumed he would go.And now he lays, looking upwards to the sky, the clouds painting pictures in his mind until his own thoughts slowly dissipate to nothing, but a comfortable darkness that he readily embraces.


P.S, the kitties are awesome.
 
druglord said:
clockworks said:
Man, I'd give a f****** testical for great talent in painting/drawing. But my artistic skills lye in poetry and short stories(always been imaginative so it's not hard).

So why are you going to post anything, or what?

well since you called me on it. Here's the poem I just submitted to some poetry contest ,my school region was having.( teacher said I was going all emo,he was trying to be funny, I fucking snaped on him)

When it comes

I'll be right here standing,
waiting without hesitation
Unknowing butforgiven

When it comes

I shall let go of all,
at the last moment of freedom
My mind will be at peace

When it comes

I will take that last breathe,
holding onto the taste of self
Until sweetness sours

When it come

What was once light,
is now shrouded by void
Silence will shape this world

When it comes?

I do have some excuses for it not being the most mind blowing poem ever, but in the end that's my fault. I Also have a short story my english teacher liked...but it's kind of long.
 
Yorky, I really adore your photos. The second is beautiful!

Lentium, yours are pretty interesting too! Keep it up guys :D
 
FTG, your topic has inspired me to write a short story. I'll finish it up and post it up fo sho
 

Members online

No members online now.

Forum statistics

Threads
16,731
Messages
270,928
Members
97,760
Latest member
flintinsects
Top