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Kendra Gimblet - Executive Editor
alkingBlind Art and Literature Magazine’s premiere on the second of August was bigger than my staff and I ever expected. People came pouring in from all around the web and globe to see the artists featured within the pages of the periodical, read the articles, and comment, setting our readership at well over fifteen thousand people for the first issue. To say that I am really proud of the payoff is an understatement, and that payoff is art awareness. So with that I would like to publicly thank all of you for viewing, book marking, and rereading our first issue. The overall reader response was outstanding with so many wonderful reviews and comments, there were some negative feedback which was as to be expected, we can’t please everyone in the known world. One of the exciting new additions to this issue and ones to follow is that you will be able to read those responses on our Reader’s Comments page. As you all know the first of our main goals is to become a printed magazine that spreads the universal language of art around to every nation, in preparation for that we are constantly working to improve the look, feel, and overall quality of WalkingBlind. You will be seeing some minor tweaking of format in the periodical over the next few issues as we fine tune the magazine’s appearance to really make it its own. In conjunction with that some major marketing endeavor’s are happening behind the scenes in an effort to raise the support needed to keep WalkingBlind going strong. We never ask our artists for money, but we do rely on donations and sponsors to support our overhead and operating costs. More good news is that we may have some great artistic contests with amazing prizes in the near future as we affiliate ourselves with larger artist resource vendors. My staff and I are very engaging people and love to challenge our skills with various tests and obstacles in order to reach a new level of high and have a lot of fun while we are doing it; all of our contests will be geared toward that goal. These upcoming treats will be for our visual art section and the writers, no one will get left out in any event. The prompt and or task will be applied to everyone, so invite your friends and fellow artists to participate when they are announced. By now you see that I enjoy sharing good news and this time it concerns NevaehVision, the site that hosts WalkingBlind Magazine. I am happy to say that by the time the October issue is out the website will be completely finished with blog and forum included. You will be able to chat with artists or those who just appreciate art in the lounge and make new friends as you go through the threads. Subscribe to the magazine using our new RSS feed so that you can keep in touch with the magazine and other upcoming events. Not only that, but you will be able to talk to the staff on a regular basis along with reading and commenting on the magazine’s blog. In addition to this we will be setting up a donation page for you to support our vision for the arts, so that we may continue to bring art back to the forefront of everyday society.
WalkingBlind Issue 2 vol. 1 About the front cover.
On our front cover is Hito Kikai 4 by Shingo Matsunuma otherwise know as “Shichigoro.” Check out this amazing artist from Japan and the whimsical worlds he creates. To see more from Shichigoro head over to our digital art section for other images and details about the artist’s work.
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Digital Art Traditional Art Poetry & Prose Photography Articles Enterainment
September 2010 Volume 1 Number 2
11 21 27 31 Patipat Asavasena Kazuhiko Nakamura Shingo Matsunuma Cyril Rolando
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Annie Stegg Laura Bifano Rob Rey
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G.H. Monroe Jessica Moulaisson Melissa Ushliyanage Samantha Puchlerz Livvy Carson Arwa Shahzad K.H. Phoenix
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Michelle Carrel Mind-Cage Andrey Alekseev
99 - Indigo Reid 104 - Alex Dark
108 - Wenqing Yan
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detail and adoracontest.asuka111. not the physical phenomenon. it's love and obsession now. “I was inspired by Japanese's animation for me to confess my feelings and emotions and manga culture. With an excelsacrifice that much time and eflent color pallet and great fort in something make sure it’s originality this artist continwhat you love to do. I kept drawing a lot and then reof digital art. Painting. Since I'm shy and don't hobby at first. artist friends. I love work that is to study and develop my skill from available beautiful with powerful messages that can resources such as: books. that in the artist's brain. but the only light that really exists. Looking at Contest. And stood out to my team which I Time and Space by Asuka111 the Let's Selected CG Artist brought up earlier is how exAward. “I think my artwork is a way hand. 1945 . vibrant suing another career with a Bachelor degree reds and humming yellows all work under his in Mechanical Engineering from Kasetsart skilled eyes to produce a conglomerate of University in Bangkok.net “ Colour helps to express light. Asuka falling in love with their future. It is hard to think that a person as paspressive the rich colors in his art are. 2010 and the Let's each piece. One thing that Comic Awards 2010. and I enchaos and captures the feeling of peace and courage everyone to further their education as tranquility that each of his characters may be they see fit. and Concept art Web: www. I continued talk too much in real life.” For being only 13 Walkingblind Magazine “ Henri Matisse.Name : Patipat Asavasena ( ASUKA111 ) Birthdate : 22/02/1984 Title : Freelance Artist Resident : Thailand Profession : Illustration. because ues to stun the world proyou may spend the rest of your ducing works that have won life in a place where you never him the WACOM Anime Girl wanted to be. Cute Award. Asuka’s artwork you can see WACOM Anime and Manga the patience. 2009. somesionate about art as he. What I am saying is before you experiencing. bright greens. Grande prize wintion for art that he instills into ner. I started to draw as a without saying a word. online reach to the audience.” How can we find Patipat Asavasena as Asuka driving anyone say it better than that? It is amazing our video-cards hard with his personal blend the emotions one feels whenever they are of somber elegance and subdued flare. was so close to purhow the deep blues. past each glowing pixel into the alized that it’s not just a hobby for me anymagical electron buzz of color and luminance more. This month as we journey deeper into the well tutorials etc. Thailand already in striking visuals. Understand I’m is the kind of artist that finds rest in the mist of not lessening a college degree at all.” Asuka says “ Then.
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This character actually appears to be uncomfortable in the light and with a slightly cocked head she peers at her opposition. The most interesting thing about this is it seems as if the light and not the darkness is encaging her. and crystal blue eyes of the character but because of her presence. not only because of the flowing onyx hair. as if she is trapped and spot lighted in the intense glow of the aura. When looking at this you see her surrounded by darkness on either side as if the shadow wishes to attach itself to her black attire. 15 Walkingblind Magazine .The ‘Black Lady’ by Patipat Asavasena is one of my favorite pieces from him.
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which to me is brilliant. loss. Artists around the world also lay down their problems. he has found that style. Asuka’s work inspires a sense of beautiful fantasy that captures the soul from a body and introduces it to a parallel world of color and fluid motion.The Manikin’s Portrait by Asuka111 twenty-six the artistic motivation and vision that Asuka has discovered for himself is one that will last long after he is gone. All of these things combine to make a powerful artistic style and all around great person. from his shyness to his confessional feelings. being able to use art as a confessionary is one of the great things about free expression. He states in the text above that he confesses through his work. an altar. To follow the work of this artist or to buy his new artbook ‘Everyday Fantasy’ visit his website www. Many people seek to confess their sins.net A Colorless by Asuka111 Hero by Asuka111 17 Walkingblind Magazine . I admire how much strength his artwork holds.asuka111. All of the things that make up Papipat Asavasena you can experience in the work he creates. but in a way that visually and lyrically paralyzes its viewers. and successes. When an artist understands who he or she is. while at the same time they are as gentle as a friend’s helping hand. it is in that moment that a certain style emerges. loud music or haunting silence. and life through a plethora of mediums whether through another person. loves.
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on the rarest of occasions. Amalacan. There are artists who fall very easily into categories: sculptor.reat art is not hard to find but it is very often hard to describe. But then. There is a lot I could say about Amalacan but I am afraid I could not do him justice so as I step out of the way allow me to present to you G 21 Walkingblind Magazine . These are the truly amazing artists. painter. one stumbles across an artist that is so different. so spectacular there are no words to describe their style and no one category within which to place their work. is one of them! There is no category suited to hold the body of his work as it is in a class by itself and without rival. the ones that astound us with breath-taking views of their compositions and this artist. sketch artist and so on.
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a computer was introduced into my workplace which made it possible using 3D software. skeletons. beetles. “Surrealism Art” and “Fantastic Realism” have made a great influence on me and I especially admire the paintings of Dali. so I was separated from creating for a really long period.. Their great visions are my indicator now.. old portrait photos. I blow up imagination while 23 Walkingblind Magazine IShell in the Darkness by Almacan .. Giger.R.They are mysterious material that make my fantasy amplified. armor. I was very attracted to this freedom of expression and became inspired to create art again.. About 14 years ago. Ernst Fuchs and H. I have various favorite images stored to my memory that become hints.Amalacan on Amalacan! I wanted to be a painter when I was young and created works by a traditional technique. I felt limited in my ability to create the vision that I expected and wanted. However. Antique machines.
and assemble them carefully. My art is a complex work composed of a lot of detailed modeling parts. I collect fragmentary images that are the sources of inspiration for my imagination. I make digital art with the sense that solves the jigsaw puzzle. During Spiral Memory by Almacan Walkingblind Magazine 24 . I enjoy that time very much. Perhaps the best teacher may have been several good books on paintings which I possessed. The digital image is produced by a 3D application "Shade" and "Photoshop".assembling those images. I acquired my skill by self-education while taking advantage of my spare time wisely. I use the PC which was equipped with Core i7 to do rendering of the heavy data file.
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mirage/ Walkingblind Magazine 26 .Automaton by Almacan The Armed Meiden by Almacan the production process my works repeat the transformation and grow like the ecdysis of insects..dion. Recently.ne.h6. I received the "animago" and "CG Choice award". My work was exhibited at "CARNIVORA: The Dark Art of Automobiles" with the artworks of H. my art work has been featured in the field of Visionary Art and Surreal Art. Please visit this artist on the web at: http://www. Giger. two years ago. Amalacan is truly in a class by himself and it was our privilege to feature his work in this issue. Beksiński and Hajime Sorayama. it was a great honor for me. Such unpredictable transformations stimulate my curiosity.jp/~m.R.. and lead me to answer to the mysterious puzzle.
One artist who has achieved such status is Shingo Matsunuma otherwise known as “Shichigoro”. At thirty. It takes a lot to stand out in such a large populace but it’s not impossible.6 million people going about their daily lives. right down to the very high octane machines that drive them. Just create whimsical worlds full of happy mechanized creatures. settled within the coastal town of Yokohama you will find a population of 3. fill the fantasy with a race people that interact harmoniously and presto you will stand out in the crowd. In his worlds pigs do fly along side happy air surfing whales and in the broader scheme of things we see his characters to a depth that other artists do not always afford us.three Shichigoro’s style is proprietary and unique with an appeal that tantalizes viewers of all ages to ponder the many facets and layers of his sur- Welcome to the surreal world of Shingo Matsunuma 27 Walkingblind Magazine . Shichigoro’s characters not only allow us to see things on the surface but also deep within.“ There is nothing that cannot be achieved by firm imagination ” L ocated in the beautiful Japanese landscape.
Learning oil painting at an university of arts in Japan. In my world there is no fear. just no fear!” The interaction of the inhabitants of Shichigoro’s worlds is a testament to this statement. he also began drawing artwork with digital tools such as Photoshop. exampled in scenes where small children ride joyfully upon the backs of school bus sized creatures and the creatures themselves present the smallest of Shichigoro’s mechanized humans with flowers. and worked as a digital artist for a game company. animated cartoons. Kocchi by Shichigoro Hito-kikai-2 by Shichigoro “I want many people to experience my works of art. I want someone to use my artworks for something because I want to continue to work on art in the future. Shichigoro found himself inspired and motivated by many various works in many genres such as traditional arts.” Walkingblind Magazine 28 .real worlds. A truly peaceful existence is portrayed and conveyed to the viewer in a way that draws you in and leaves you wanting to return over and over again. no fear of creatures and no fear of machines. Shichigoro stated “I want to draw original art work that I imagine in my created world. and more. movies.
An artist without an audience is an out of work artist. The smoothness of tone and the intricate detail along with the stark contrast of light and shadow all blend together perfectly to form a rich context with which to let the mind wander in this rich cornucopia of fantasy. art. When you see Shichigoro’s work for the first time you will be amazed at the depth at which his images present themselves. As he told WalkingBlind “I want many people to experience my works of art. if it is to be preserved. I want someone to use my artworks for something because I want to continue to work on art in the future.Welcome to a world without fear Give a Flower by Shichigoro Shichigoro draws everyday to work on his art in earnest.” This is a profound statement by Shichigoro. There is a sublime power in the style while at the I Want by Shichigoro 29 Walkingblind Magazine . The body of work he has produced demands to be viewed and visited over and over again. must be viewed and appreciated. as once is not enough to take in all that his many surreal worlds have to offer.
loftwork.com/ on http://shichigoro756.deviantart. when we saw it we new it was the perfect image to represent WalkingBlind this month and we send many thanks to Shichigoro ing for allow us to publish his work.com/user/14208/ W Air Cleaner by Shichigoro Walkingblind Magazine 30 .com/ and on: http://www. Shichigoro can be found several places on the web at the following locations: http://www. We hope to see more from this artist very soon and were very honored to have Shichigoro as our cover artist for this second issue. Hito-Kikai-4 by Shichigoro e at Walkingblind want to encourage all our readers to visit Shichigoro’s galleries frequently as well as all our featured artists.same time a softness that permeates the creatures making even the largest of his characters extremely approachable.shichigoro. Shichigoro is currently studying English to better communicate with a broader audience. and aproach we must.
Some of you out there are probably grabbing for a baseball bat and trying to find out who I am so you can take me out.yril Rolando is one of those multitalented artists that you hear about only in fairytales. the first thing that comes to mind when you meet him and run your eyes over his work is “Dude you can draw!” then after talking to him for a couple of minutes you notice something slightly different…he’s also a poet. but I’m not kidding for every wonderful piece of art you see there is an equally outrageous poem that fits the mood of the artwork perfectly. Cyril has found a way to capture with color and words what some people couldn’t tell you with their own body language. I am both excited and enthralled as an appreciator of the arts and a C 31 Digital Artist Cyril Rolando .
getting absorbed in your work. I try to be origiWalkingblind Magazine 32 . flooded by the law and order. I have never thought that the study of psychology and artwork could merge to create such good for people. curious about what he thought of his technique I queried him: “I never went to art school so it's hard for me to express what could be my "style". Dream on. ‘Collect Lost Bottles’ depicts messages from unknown people needing help in a tormented sea. you feel like a goldfish.Blowing bubbles Too much water. For example. but as Cyril has pointed out it can be used as an instrument of care and understanding. blowing bubbles in a tiny bowl. one of my first drawings (I was a psychology student when I drew it) matches the idea I had of my future work. art is seen in many ways as a lot of us already know. understand the riddles and help them reach the shore safely. but you can't stop the walk. Solar Symphonies by Cyril Rolando writer to have his work among the pages of WalkingBlind. I asked him about his aspirations for his art and his reply was: “I express the most intimate and attuned connection to my life with my art". Blowing Bubbles by Cyril Rolando A golden wind will sweep your clouds away if you have a word with the sunshine about it.” Wanting his artwork to communicate the solution to problems embedded into the human psyche has to be one of the most generous goals an artist can have. Sometimes. and be able to see the evolution of my way of thinking. Too many desires. My art is a pure hobby. I try to read these messages. the drawing called ‘Save Our Souls’. but you can't stop. I was simply awe-struck by his words. but you can't stop the flow. but how many other ways is art presented to the world that we don’t know of? One thing you notice from Cyril’s art is his style. I just draw to keep on filling my gallery year after year.
and hug me. without taking the part. They control us like pieces. I can manage. both are the tools and motive I wish to draw with.” After reading his statement I found myself exploring his visual art and poetry once more to find that common link that bond them to their creator and I saw that connection in color and emotion 33 Walkingblind Magazine . I like otherworldly theory and surrealism. but love me. colors like blue. my shop is a nasty crack. drag me into your mud. Cheese Players by CyrilRolando It's ok. and kiss me. C'est la crise ! Economic Crisis by Cyril Rolando nal. we see the same chicken run. it's a hard exercise with only one image. wisdom and creativity.. but nothing really ambitious. you are welcome to my gallery. "say cheese" to the new deal.. coolness. I'm not in misery. give me my due.They put pawns on the market. at the rate of the increases. he has an amazing artistic eye with a style all his own to follow. It's the best part of the meal. yeah. still sentenced to be ignored. I wish to take a stand. then on photoshop. His words made us determined to show him that he does have an art style and we didn’t know how to do that until I asked him about his motivation for art. Indeed. this is a game you can't afford. Water is my favorite element. because its color depends on the environment and it can express many feelings (anger. A new year party has begun. but it's impossible for me to say if I have a style and its origin. I will surf on a golden flood.” We have to disagree with the artist here. It's ok. nothing seems to checkmate. it's played on a chessboard. it was nice to meet you. I once saw him critique a piece of his work that he wasn’t too happy about and from his scrutinization of ‘strange compositions’ and ‘lack of visual depth’ which I personally though were spot on. politically. “Emotion and color. turning crisis into advantage. but I think it's a risk. I really enjoy what I earn. dream. It's ok. I knew that this person held a high standard. please. purple and green are my favorite because they bring the idea of coldness. we dance on a cheese board.) So. your sorrow gives a good return. keep on crying and come back. In January 2009 I wanted to draw something about the Israeli Palestinian conflict. I tried to draw on oekaki boards.
free. Vian and Mr. The backbone of his style seems to be rooted in the soil of awareness. This artist forms dreamscapes within the dark pupils of his eyes and then projects that image onto a screen along with incredible textures of verse. government policy and most importantly themselves. he wants people to be aware of their troubles. Hayao Miyazaki and French novel authors such as Boris Vian and Albert Camus. Also the French novelists Mr. his chosen profession and influences tells us this.” Seeing that Tim Burton is one of the people who has made an impression upon him explains the cool vibes that roll off of his pieces like a full honeycomb. “I like the surrealism style and abstract world of Tim Burton.” Cyril says “I like to play with the world and change their meaning or sonority. Camus were both great writers narrators with famous works such as “L'Écume des jours” by Boris Vian and “Cross Purpose” by Albert Camus.fr 35 Walkingblind Magazine . Everything seemed to be possible when I was looking at the world of his movies. With everything that Cyril Rolando shared with us about himself and his art I have no doubt that some of you will be venturing to his website so to see more of this awesome artist visit sixio. the world’s health.Breathe Me by Cyril Rolando " Demain soufflera le vent de demain” just like he had said. Some points of the Burton's universe were a great gate to my art connection opportunity.
you will feel lighter. Avoid doing the process if you are crying. If you have difficulties doing the form. treat appropriately.For heavyhearted girls only. 2. Don't worry about it. it will be easier but less aesthetic. fix the wings on your heavyheart with the adhesive tape. A felt-tip pen (black or colored. If you choose the cardboard. Some sheets of paper or pieces of cardboard : A4 size . you can make repair patchs quickly using the adhesive tape as sticking plaster. the adhesive tape effect could be ineffective on contact with salt water. search on Google Images with the keywords " wing heart " and print your favorite. Attempt #1 : The heart alleviation Overview: Make two solid wings and stop the internal bleeding. Take about ten sheets of paper (or 2 pieces of cardboard) and cut up to obtain a solid piece of paper. 3. Fix You by Cyril Rolando Walkingblind Magazine 36 . You need to reinforce with the adhesive tape. draw a rough wing of modest size (15x20 cm). as you wish). It's not necessary to do the second wing for the moment. On the support. 4. An adhesive tape. Once you are done with it. A pair of scissors. How to proceed : 1. if need be. Equipment: 1. Cut up the form and put the wing on the support. Turn over the model and repeat the same process to get the second wing. 4. Draw the outline to transfer the model. Safety: Scissors are sharp. It is possible your heart may keep on bleeding. 2. After 10-15 minutes. An adult need not be present. 3..
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I cannot think of anyone more suited to open up the section of traditional artists other than twenty-eight year old Annie Stegg. I was blown away and brought back again by the uniqueness of her skill. When I first encountered Annie’s work I was not ready for the intense beauty and depth that her paintings held.teg g ie S nn A uring my artistic travels I like to gather souvenirs to bring back from the land of Wacom tablets and acrylic paints. Needless to say I spent hours gazing D 39 Walkingblind Magazine . this time I think I may have outdone myself.
How she uses the richness of color and fantasy seen in her art in order to accurately communicate her desired meaning is both spot on and amazing. And eventually. and thankfully. websites. I was allowed a section of the gallery for my works. get other job offers. He had a blank space in the gallery. and hung it. she is an admirable artist. After gawking at her work I switched my brain back on long enough to ask her about her introduction into the arts: “I have been doing some form of art my entire life. one of which is the color of the skin. There are a number of details that impress me. I met a variety of people working there. More details include the positioning of certain things such as the beautiful fish one of which is looking Walkingblind Magazine 40 . after work and school. something a person only does once in a lifetime. coming across this artist was like bumping into a goldmine. exploring every color and facet wondering where she had gotten such a magical style from. I was gradually able to build my portfolio and website. I am sure that Annie would like me to encourage all of the readers who aspire to reach their goals to follow through with anything that needs to be done in order to grab them.” Her answer should show all of you that hard work really does pay off. One painting of hers that I must talk about is ‘Black Moor’ I have gazed at this piece over the last few days more than I’ve looked at myself in the mirror. I had the confidence to bring one of my paintings into work. I started professionally by working in a gallery/frame shop selling paintings while I was attending art school. and started doing other aspects of art as well. I started painting more and more at home. Being around so much art was very inspirational. you can see the creamy peaches mixed lightly with other hues that make up a color and texture that is very striking. It is very motivating to see a good artist such as Annie Stegg moving up the artistic ladder because it goes to inform us all that elbow grease is still a form of currency and I’m sure that Annie has put a lot of it into her work. the owner liked it.The striking beauty and elegant quality of such work stuns its audience into a reverent silence as the art itself has the floor. Logo designs. Eventually. From there I received many commissioned painting offers. early on I noticed that this artist has a really good technique of making skin appear so real. I never knew until that moment how much an absolutely gorgeous piece of work could touch the human soul. and it sings. and from there. As you can see I am very excited to have Annie within the pages of WalkingBlind. and clothing design. Black Moor by Annie Stegg at her work. not only is she inspiring.
they are like two inky pools of darkness that begin to suck the viewer into the painting. “Both my Catfish by Annie Stegg 41 Walkingblind Magazine .Ralph Waldo Emerson The Wild Swans by Annie Stegg up at the girl almost curiously while another almost fastens itself like a bow against her onyx hair. The hand is a very dramatic touch I find it to be both shy and coy at the same time as the girl’s nails slightly imprint into the side of her slightly blushing cheek.“Love of beauty is Taste. bit by bit you are brought into the world of the ‘Black Moor’ without any direction to where you are going. flowers and the world held prisoner in her eyes. The most alluring aspect without question is the eyes. I was quickly caught by them and held captive until a force stronger than her eyes known as hunger beckoned me away. this painting becomes family and it feels as though you know the girl surrounded by fish. The creation of beauty is Art. With so much awesome work to look through I found myself asking her about the major influences of her art.” . After a while of staring at it.
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grandparents are artists and my father teaches art, so I grew up around it, and it was highly encouraged. My favorite illustrator is Brian Froud. His creations are imaginative and unique, and rendered beautifully. I especially love his creature designs.” Having an artistic family must be a very good plus for an artist, one of the best things any person can have is a body of people who understands them and I believe it is much better to have those people be relatives. I am glad that Annie mentioned Brian Froud as her favorite ilCarmine Flower by Annie Stegg lustrator he is extremely talented an well known, he also was the concept artist for ‘The Dark Crystal’ (1982) and ‘Peter Pan’ (2003) both of which are great movies. With such a well rounded artist like Ms. Stegg is there any doubt that we will be seeing more of her in the near future? There is no doubt in my mind that this artist reputation to stun is her audience is just beginning. Good news for Annie Stegg’s admirers is that her pieces are on sale on her website at AnnieStegg.com I have been there plenty of times to view her work and the prices on her pieces are very reasonable. Having the ability to share a vision with people is incredibly satisfying as an artist. When I am able to translate an idea or theme onto canvas or paper exactly how I envisioned it, there is nothing more rewarding!
Sleeping Beauty by Annie Stegg
Tenebrous Empress by Annie Stegg
notice there are some people
that just seem to have the ability to do just about anything? I
mean they are like a Swiss army knife, no matter what they set out to accomplish they just do it well and usually with great style.
In this article you will meet such a person, from general illustration to fine art, Laura Bifano seems to possess unlimited resources upon which her imagination uses to create her amazing style of art. WalkingBlind got up close and personal with Laura in an email interview; so for the next few minutes sit back, relax and meet the artist who can truly do it all! -I've been into art ever since I was four or five. I originally started drawing because of my sibling rivalry with my older brother. I found out that art was the one thing I could upstage him at, and then I just sort of stuck with it ever since. I was always a shy kid and I've felt the most comfortable hunched over a sheet of paper. My parents always made sure I had easy access to a ton of art supplies. So growing up, we were always encouraged to draw and paint.. I was very influenced by the dream like and allegorical imagery of the symbolist movement. Artists like Edvard Mun-
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Carlos Schwabe. I received my education at the Alberta College of Art and Design. and Fernand Khnopff use shape and color in a way that is still surprising and relevant even today. I graduated in 2008 and transitioned into working as a concept and storyboard artist for a few studios in Calgary. It was an incredibly challenging and rigorous program that not only taught us to quickly ideate and execute finished pieces. NC Wyeth and Bernie Fuchs are masters of composition and color.Brainocorns by Laura Bifano sch. but I generally try to keep myself interested in lots of different things. Lately I've Lotus Eater by Laura Bifano Walkingblind Magazine 46 . In 2010 I made the transition to full time freelancer. but also to art direct ourselves. And of course. I never know where my inspiration will come from next. Seeing the exciting things that my peers work on always motivates me to keep working and experimenting. Those guys use an economy of rendering and brushstrokes that if any one else tried would be either completely overdone or just sloppy.
space travel. otherwise people tend to get creeped out. You have to be subtle about it though. and recently had my first solo show entitled "Cacophony" in Victoria BC at the Boucherat Gallery. music. I also find that sitting in a coffee shop for a couple hours studying and sketching people can be pretty inspirational. but almost never results in something as polished or refined as a fully fleshed out. nature. The desire to dive into creating a finished piece without putting the work of research. Learning to love the process of illustration was a challenge at first. realized image. but eventually I came Cacophony by Laura Bifano Walkingblind Magazine 47 . thumbnails and media experiments can be tempting. and story all influence my finished pieces. myth.Young Bride by Laura Bifano been working more towards the fine arts world rather than illustration. Ultimately I create for the pure kinetic joy of feeling the brush on paper. My fascinations with fashion.
com/2009/11/cacophony. Usually I just fool around in my sketchbook until I have a composition that feels right. Nothing too refined or fleshed out. My process is fairly straight forward: For the image "Cacophony" I had a rough idea of what I wanted to do. I'm free to move. then I scan it in to photoshop at around 300 dpi.html Walkingblind Magazine Mood Swings by Laura Bifano 48 .Deluge by Laura Bifano to love the pre-development as much as creating the finished piece. Once it's in the computer. My painting progress is detailed more in this blog post: you can visit me there at: ttp://laurabifano. From there I'll do a graphite transfer into a gessoed piece of 300 weight Arches hot press watercolor paper.blogspot. and began with some thumbnails and research sketches. but I like to have an indication of the overall tone and mood so I'm not figuring that out on the paper itself. scale and re-arrange elements as I see fit.
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To make people look deeper within themselves to work through their own personal psychological troubles. Who knows if I'll ever have the chance to have any kind of influence at all. there must be enchantment. Through these things we gain a greater understanding of our selves and a more balanced view of the world around us. There are things. Question the world around them. I want to create art that makes people question.R ob grew up with an inquisitive mind in a suburb north of Chicago. After high school he spent a summer hiking the Appalachian Trail from Maine to West Virginia. some allure that invokes in the viewer a feeling of connection to the mystery of the universe. That may just mean to create beauty and enjoyment for other people or it may mean something of more social impact. Carl Young. until he was found by one of the staff. that make each of us feel alive in the greatest sense of the word. by the time we had seen all of the art on his website I immediately contacted him and asked him if I could conduct a short interview by email. an awesome traditional artist we found meandering around the web minding his own artwork. and its inherent subjectivity. hopefully many. Rob currently resides in Providence. Maintaining that inquisitive mind that drives education and growth. The famous psychoanalyst. Rhode Island. art is among the most powerful of these things. he hopes to make pictures that speak and inspire. Whatever it is. helping us to live together more peacefully. Acquaintance with this mystery. For Rob. What do you want to do with your art? I want to improve the world. Dislocation by Rob Rey Tree Fairy by Rob Rey Walkingblind Magazine 50 . grace. secrecy or sorcery. where he works continuously to improve his skills and clarify his voice. to the enigma of the unconscious. but more importantly question themselves. He studied at the Rhode Island School of Design and graduated in 2006 with a BFA in Illustration. He eagerly accepted our proposal and here he is hanging out with the rest of the artists sharing his time and parts of his story. To have this impact. It may be beauty. It may be the evidence of the human hand in creation. Rob's work must contain some important aspects. people and new experience. accompanied by nature. elegance. but that's what I want to do. guides each of us to understand the error of our own righteousness and bigotry. This is Rob Rey. welcome to the art of Rob Rey.
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to me oil exemplifies the most beautiful visual occurrences in nature and that is what I strive to put into my work. I knew early in my artistic endeavors that oil was the medium I wanted to use and I devoted all my time to it. many great artists and people have been major influences on me and my art. I find the powers of observation in nature to be a never ending source of interest. and more. John White Alexander. Scorcher bt Rob Rey Rusalka by Rob Rey Find Rob at RobReyArt. J.came to the understanding that mythology plays an important role in our psychological well being. Where did your style develop from? My style developed from a deep love of the appearance of oil paint. the easy answer is everything. Phil Hale. C. Carl Jung the analytic psychologist. Visually. I am also influenced by many more artists that I have not had the chance to study with. and several of my teachers at the Rhode Island School of Design. The desire for beauty motivated me to learn painting skills and the skills that I have now somewhat acquired. N. Others have had a profound influence on my thinking including Joseph Campbell the comparative mythologist. So by engaging viewers with story telling and mythology I hope to help people live more peacefully with one another. Jon was very helpful. John Singer Sargent. that's a short list. Fred Lynch.com Walkingblind Magazine 52 . Zhaoming Wu. our own psychological self. and it's true. A short list includes Jeffery Jones. Wyeth. C Leyendecker. friendly. but as I said. the seemingly random mistakes that add life to an image. these fuel my passion for beauty. Alphonse Mucha. John William Waterhouse. But. Dagnan-Bouveret. Richard Schmid. but beauty is my first motivation and it is followed by the desire to make a positive difference in the world. Who or what influenced your art? Well. Nicolai Fechin. Rick Berry. Malcolm Liepke. Gregory Manchess. motivate me to use them for a good purpose. Fritz Drury. I had the good fortune to spend a short while studying with one of my favorite illustrators. and owe him a great deal for it. both the good and the bad. Jon Foster. James Jean. The soft edges that blur into each other. Without this understanding humans are prone to project their own short comings onto others. using them as a scapegoat. Through myth we are directed through the passing stages of our lives and we come to know more intimately. There are of course many more. to put a finer point on it. and Joseph Clement Coll. Shanth Enjeti. What motivates you as an artist? This may be redundant.
Turning leaves over.. wet relief. Sploosh. the skies darken And bring nature's merciful fury. Deliverance by G. This breeze. Grape sized drops at first. Suddenly. arms outstretched And head thrown back In thanks as I am drenched In her deliverance. pregnant With the scent of distant Lakes. I stand. exposing Their pale underbellies.. H. then another .Deliverance The stifling shroud that Hangs in the summer air Brings burden to even The simplest of acts. Monroe 55 Walkingblind Magazine . The air cools and a breeze Rustles through the treetops. Breaths come with difficulty. Falling now in raging sheets. As if drawn through plastic wrap. The breeze. driving Wind thrashes branches about As the booming clap of Mother Earth calls all to her relief. Sploosh. holds the promise Of cool. One. Drops get smaller. now a cool.
1-3) This is one of the lines that really stood out to me due to its sheer impact.real.com “I am a 49 year old man who has has a metaphorical pen in his hand seemingly forever. pregnant /with the scent of distant/ lakes” (Deliverance 4th stanza. l. Walkingblind Magazine 56 .H. the smells. smell the water. Just like in Monroe’s other poems. It was overwhelming to me .. Monroe’s poetry is in one word. In this one line we can feel the damp wind on our flesh. “This breeze. the cooling of the air and the trees.ghmonroe.G. It is these kinds of writers that a young novice can look up to for support. and taste the swamp that the impregnated breeze embraced before dawning our doors. “Deliverance” rings with the timbre of maturity that not many other writers can match. it is as if he has found a way to make his poetic style as stable as the unmoving ground we stand upon. Monroe http://www.” G. However the simple truth is that I was sitting on my porch watching my little world around me change in preparation for a thunder storm. M. so I wrote.. Reading this piece makes me want to experience the storm all over again with his visuals in mind. I wish that I could tell you a more exciting story about the inspiration for this poem.writerscafe. When reading the collection he has accumulated on Writerscafe you notice how down to earth they really are. His take on a common occurrence such as a thunderstorm is so tangible that one can almost feel the grape sized rain falling from the sky. So I will release you all to go check out his other works and his book ‘That's My Story!” on his website...org/TheLonelyStranger http://www.
bedside secrets. when I asked if you regretted me. intoxicated whispers lulling me to a dreamless sleep. that didn’t smile enough to deserve yours. and I will forever be the girl that wasn’t good enough. you breathed in my sea-glass ears when I asked you if that was why you chose me. with spider-web eyelashes and piano-key fingers. you will forever be the boy that broke me. your rose-petal lips screamed that you were stronger. rolling over my spine. “at least you’re pretty. (sometimes I think you like delicate things just because you can break them. even if God himself had offered me the galaxies.) Dropped Dolls by Jessica Moulaisson 57 Walkingblind Magazine . like sparkling rubies in his palm.Dropped Dolls i. (we don’t quite fit society’s ideals. you always liked delicate things the most. why you picked me out in a crowd of empty bodies and rosy faces. and the tears are worth the smiles. creating melodies only we could hear.) iii. kissing you was like inhaling heroin. but my question was more than rhetorical. (I wouldn’t have broken you.) v. you simply smiled and held my frail hands. you were delicate in ways only I could see.” (you always said things were prettiest when shattered. but I’ve always believed two wrecked halves can make a whole. you traced my lips with dry fingers.) vii. but inside harsh-coloured words I found your trembling fears. and the lows are worth it for the highs. like porcelain dolls.
deviantart. embrace it.” As always we here at WalkingBlind love to feature young up and coming artists and Jessica Moulaisson is no different. and believes her love for the arts will be carried throughout her life. learn it. and the way that she expressed herself. A lesson that takes years to learn lays beautifully encapsulate before you. A lot of people do not go for romantic type of poetry. that alone takes a person with talent and a strong connection with those who take the time to read her work.Jessica Moulaisson bing-bam-boom. She cannot see herself without a pen or camera in hand. Jessica’s verses will lead you into a parallel universe where you can experience a new world with her art as your guidelines. and keep reading the poetry of Jessica Moulaisson. she writes. her passion for art was strong.com “Jessica is a teenage girl living in Canada. and the pain of loving someone who only treats you poorly and keeps you for all the wrong reasons. the tendency to take for granted what has easily been gained. As we see in her own words above she says that her poem can be interpreted many ways and then she goes on to explain how her audience might come to a certain conclusion about the piece. depending on the reader. One thing I have come to admire about this artist is that she really understands how the reader consumes poetry. With a quickly developing poetic style and an ability to make her poetry dance. Walkingblind Magazine 58 . Ever since she was young. but ‘Dropped Dolls’ is about more than loving another person. It can be seen as illustrating human nature – how people so different from one another can still be so alike. The piece “Dropped Dolls” can be interpreted in several different ways. I believe it is about loving and honoring yourself first. and with that outcome in mind.
we’re crashing. Your perfect guise falters.On the Verge of Tattered and Torn Count up your sins – Like you’ll actually repent. Wear the hurt like a crown. The fire’s gotten cold. Retreat to safer waters. I’d rather you dead at my feet. As it lulls me into a false sleep. it’s not enough. The eleventh hour strikes. On the Verge of Tattered and Torn by Melissa Ushliyanage 59 Walkingblind Magazine . too soon. Let your crimes dissolve. Now we’re in the wrong. Your rhythm’s your own. Your lies cut us deep. truly. What does your heart sing? Your soul ferments. I have no more passion. And you are now absolved. We’re no closer than before. It hurts us now. love. I’m sick of all the old fights. You’re an awkward beauty. Than speaking these words to me. The remedy’s gone. There’s nothing for us anymore. Our lungs in poison seethe. I couldn’t hold a candle to you. It’s all blasphemy. What we have. All I have is the confidant moon. We’re trying to breathe. This love’s a physical pain. Like waves. Your reckless fire is shown. The words you speak. We’re losing it all. Your own badge of shame.
Is my internal infliction. My conquered grievance. Of giving in to hate. My disillusioned ego berates me. Likens me to my heart. looking at a wounded sky. Clutching to the past of my wreckage. Eulogy by Melissa Ushliyanage Walkingblind Magazine 60 . I am bound to feign deceit. Torments me. Am I worthy of such pride? A splattering of images Crammed into the existential bottle And thrown to the sea of my confessions. I am god's divine messenger.Eulogy A proverbial twist on my human mind. I am my own eulogy. This foreign concept of letting go. Holy savages. My thoughts escape me. I am a soulless monster. Desperate crying. I am a portrait of myself. I am valued and worthless. Lying to the mirror.
telling you of the story its creator fashioned it to display. Melissa Ushliyanage is the kind of writer that will agree that the world is messed up and then ask you what you plan to do about it.” The first thing that comes to mind when reading Melissa’s work is. Eulogy was written after reading countless scenes about people at funerals. walking around during the middle of the night.Melissa Ushliyanage www. there must be a point when the audience wants direct pieces that don’t prance. helped get out the emotion and move on. Friends and family always got up to say something about the departed and I got to wondering what if we could speak upon our own deaths? What would we say about ourselves? What would I say? Though it couldn't possibly capture all of me. with words that hope to find something beautiful. Canada. hard hitting. she's a first year student hoping to get a degree in both English and law. and she will never say no to a white chocolate mocha. How can you not be utterly intrigued by an artist with that kind of ‘lets get it done’ attitude? 61 Walkingblind Magazine .writerscafe. It was a pain I wasn't sure how to deal with.org/xxblack_out “Melissa Ushliyanage hails from Ottawa. She enjoys cheesy romance movies. but writing was the cure. the poem is a glance of who I was.. The intense. Melissa's writing is often pulled from painful passion. The two poems of hers that are featured here bring reality to our kitchens. On the Verge of Tattered and Torn was written in a moment of hurt. At 18..’This is what writing is all about’. the glimpse of who I could be. Though sometimes the highly visual flowered verses are adored. knocks its readers off high horses while granting them time to heal. but sting. raw emotion that flows from the pores of every letter speaks to you. whatever that might be.
But the light caress of the orange blossomBlooming once more Leaves all that’s painful before It can flourish into danger Evil demons of downfall Dredging up the squall. is death. no pain. Love can feel so hateful. is life. no soothing rain. Is silence the only living thing in this world? So tangible.so gentle.And yet can seem so detrimental. In life. The Rain by Samantha Puchlerz Walkingblind Magazine 62 . Filled with a lack of solids. In life. there’s no pleasure. life can feel so stolid.Without pleasure.The Rain Trails of tears drip down the towers built up from man’s oppression.Their bricks laid in quick succession. In context. Without pain. And without the storm. No happiness without strife.
Violets are blue. Poppies breed crimson. A child’s an old woman Grown in an eye blink. Not a Color of the Rainbow by Samantha Puchlerz 63 Walkingblind Magazine . Martyred for living In a white world. Paled in Death’s hue.Not a Color of the Rainbow Roses are red. Sways in 3/4 time To the actions of men Falling far out of line. The lilacs are graying “Black Prince’s” fall down. The mockingbird’s dead. colored brown. The acacia’s golden. Carnations are pink.
Samantha Puchlerz http://taishikanakerashii. She will be attending the Berkeley Conservatory of Music with guitar and voice her specialties.deviantart. Samantha is currently seeking a recording contract and has won several live competitions for her style of music along the way. Writing with a concise and vivid dialog her poetry can be very hard hitting at times while at others it can leave you filled with a great sense of euphoria. playing several instruments.” Walkingblind Magazine 64 . she has literally produced thousands of designs for the industry since the age of 14. We hear she is also looking forward to sampling some of the great and varied cuisine that a trip to New Orleans affords. With many side projects she is always pushing the envelope of what she is capable of and so far has enjoyed a fair amount of success for her endeavors. painting. When you read Samantha’s writing you will immediately be struck by the honest grass roots feel of her pieces as no emotion is held back. Samantha is very active in the arts.com “Samantha is a vocationally trained graphic artist and an impassioned writer. Currently she is headed in a few week to the New Orleans area to gain insight on the music scene there and participate in several open mic nights while in the area. Now at 18 she pursues a career as a professional musician in the metal genre. drawing prolifically and even sculpting on occasion.
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I know what it's like to suddenly trip and stumble over yourself and to think. They're able to be amputated and they're removable and I can neutralize the poison. but I don't. this isn't who I was supposed to be. 67 Walkingblind Magazine . and the people I know flaunt themselves before me because I learnt to escape the attacks by starting the battles first: and so I learnt to cut down vulnerabilities and yet the people who love me still love me. This viciousness that's ingrained itself into my character: this was never meant to be me. I realize. It's those little fragments of life which you chose to move on from which shows who you truly are. all the second-guessing you've ever done) and say. and they've shown me theirs and I constantly have to remind myself: do not do it. do not hurt them. It’s the fragments of the things that shouldn't have happened that broke me. I was never meant to ache like this because of all these things that just won't go away. The fragments are just fragments and the whole is worth so much more than all of this. I was never meant to hate myself this much.they're operable when I’ve figured out the source of the fault. and it's a battle to back down every time. It's tearing yourself open and analyzing all the parts and saying. then I win . all the hate from all the fights. But here's what I’m hoping: that I can become my own surgeon. no: no.and that's not right. that's who I am.I can destroy anyone. that's wrong. no: I do not want this to be my life any more. I don't. I used to be scared of the dark: I was terrified. is myself . I’m a reckless wrecking ball of fury when I get rolling and I’ll burn bridges and dig holes and when I explode I cause damage so extensive it's irreparable and yet the person I’ve become refuses to let me care. I will destroy you if I’m backed into a corner and the corner is only exists in my imagination so it's inescapable. faceless people who judged me simply because everyone else did. because the fragments. then I don't need you (you never mattered anyway).Livvy Carson Fragments It's the fragments that matter. I can destroy someone . I was terrified of the monsters under my bed and the ghosts in the pipes and the demons in the floorboards but I grew up and that changed nothing. I was meant to sparkle. The only thing that sparkles about me now is my teeth and they will rip into you and they will tear you to pieces because that's how I learned to survive. The only thing that sparkles about me now is a razor-honed tongue that slices and dices into you because if you're less than I am. not any more. this isn't right. It's those little fragments of life gone wrong which change everything. and if that's unacceptable to you. It changed nothing because I found out about lies and exclusion and the way it feels when it's like no-one gives a damn about you. It's the fragments that matter when you know your friend sees your actions and not your reasons but it's the fragments that matter when you know someone else sees the reasons and knows that the actions aren't a reflection of who you are: it's just who someone else made you into.because that's what I’ve been taught. as deeply ingrained and as poisonous as they are . don't you dare show me your weaknesses or your flaws. The dredging up the excess that hurts and figuring out how to fit around it so that it's fixed or forgotten and hoping like hell that everyone else will pretend just as much as you do that it never happened. too. The only thing that scares me now. so don't you dare let me in. I was never meant to regret so much. and it's the strength it takes to see it and it's the strength to pick out all the bits which have blackened and rotted and are slowly poisoning you (all the pain from all the tears. The fears never went away: they just morphed and mutated. it changed because the monsters became my peers and the ghosts became authority (they brushed straight through me like I didn't exist) and demons became the nameless. The only thing that sparkles about me now is my fury and it's misdirected and misplaced but it's how I finally found a way to cope and it's so well honed and my words so refined. things that don't just get washed out of the character in the shower. that this is all just a competition. there's a layer of dirt I have to live with every day: dirt made up of the things I’ve done wrong and memories of the people I’ve hurt and of the people who've hurt me. That's gone wrong somewhere along the line.
It's been colorful. Fragments reflects this: all the little pieces which led me do things I now regret. music. or the memories. which I hope I've finally learned to do. Despite her attempts at maturity. and all the little pieces that are now leading me to rectify such faults in my personality. as many of us have felt obliged to do things we'd have otherwise not done. or how to achieve world domination. and build a better life for yourself . It's about fighting for something better. she is a blatant adrenalin junkie with little regard to her personal safety. "I wrote Fragments after having coffee with one of my friends and a long-winded discussion about my history. visual arts and theatre.and who I am now is not who I will be. But Fragments is also about knowing that you can fix yourself: you can diffuse the insecurities. and a lot of what I have done reflects both of those things. travelling for both secondary and tertiary education and is currently studying for a degree in Psychology. and a lot of it has been terrible. and everything else can be so beautiful if you just let it.Age: 19 Short Bio: "Livvy Carson was born and raised in a rural area of New Zealand. physical or mental security . She is passionate about all literature. I believe it's something a lot of people can relate to.and most of us will later come to regret bowing to the pressure. be it out of necessity for social. and moreso." Walkingblind Magazine 68 . she's often found climbing trees or building sandcastles and is not above dressing up in rabbit ears and fairy wings in public and cannot function without her morning coffee.because the bad things are just tiny pieces. and frequently finds herself having deeply involved conversations on varying philosophies. but who I am now is not who I was .
' he said. He ceased.' 'I do too. 'So how are you? It's been such a long time. She's making music nowadays. silence surrounded our auras. Omer. 'Are you not going to order anything?' I questioned. while watching a children's musical show on TV. 'I think they don't even let you touch it.' he smirked and sat down. 'Play that piano for me. The first time I made chocolate mousse. I found out he's in Lahore studying music like me. Competition. His eyes twinkled in a very naughty manner. I kept doddling with my cutlery. listening and dancing to music. It brings back old memories to me. particularly when no one was supposed to be. clearing and making room to rest my elbows.' Then his fingers began to trace a path on the keys. I watched him as he gulped it down. we discovered we had a similar taste in music. I was thrilled. It tells me what I am yet to become.' he got up and came over to me. I prefer flutes. 'Oh! Very munificent of your teacher. 'Fine. 'I call it 'Chrysalis'. Being a virtuoso. He cleared the seat with his hand and invited me to sit. I enamored his music more than he did and felt I had been listening to it for years. Yet to become after tonight. 'Yeah well. madame?' he grabbed my hand and like a gentleman. I guess he smiled. Not until I noticed a faint shadow on my right.Arwa Shahzad Chrysalis I sat there in the abandoned restaurant. I'm still a graduate. smiling his childhood smile. I thought. as if he heard me. smothered in cheese. 'But let us not be uncouth and insolent towards the art we admire. I could hear an incessant tune from around. 'The piano. I have revered it from the beginning of my learning.' he winked as he poured himself some water. 'So. innocent child. 'Besides. grabbing the attention of the waiter who cleaned the table next to ours. 'I won't disappoint you. that I had ordered a few minutes ago. 'I'm so glad to see you!' he finally said.' I made an excuse.' he said. Time was running short and it was getting dark outside.' I put my plate aside. our friendship blossomed. So inevitably. I smiled and proceeded towards the seat. Mine taught me just 3.' I answered. has the little Beethoven mastered the art of music already?' I mocked after a few minutes of obvious silence. When it ended.' he pointed towards the large instrument at the corner. A couple of days upon my arrival. arms akimbo. One day. I'll go first. allowing me to play my version of his 'Chrysalis'. I always found him around. he sighed and looked up at me like a young.' I mocked and we both laughed out aloud. Though we were not much of friends. 'So am I. 'Academically. I marveled the caricature that hung in front of me and kept poking my knife in the cutlet. ones I can never forget. to his least expectation and utmost disapproval. I sighed heavily. putting down the goblet. Arwa. Since our parents were co-workers.' he murmured. 'Thank you. things changed. eh?' he winked again and reminded me of the little boy I used to play with. the song of our childhood together. anxiously waiting for my partner to arrive.' I smiled back. his Adam's apple loitering as he did. Then I looked at him. 69 Walkingblind Magazine . I was disgusted to hear how incompetent the musician was. He smiled. here it comes. wow. Then he began again. is my favorite part. Fate intervened and I had to travel back to Pakistan when my grand father died. happy?' he raised an eyebrow and a tremor of smile seized his lips. I leaned against the case. As I started understanding his message. 'Not as good as the little Beethoven does. he spat it all out in front of me. Omer and I grew up together in Islamabad. as he lightly played his melody. He stood there.' 'Okay. Fortunately while I was doing my Bachelor's degree. What instrument are you skilled in?' 'Every one of them. 'Gosh I barely reach our shoulders!' He laughed as he sat in front of me. as he made place for me to sit next to him. 'Maybe not. led the way to the piano. 'Not hungry. 'Ordered the food already?' I stood up to greet him. we always showed up at each other's places. Heard me understand his message. I smiled at the thought. little girl who sang Barney songs with me!' he said. Things changed however when I turned 13 and moved to Istanbul and our families completely lost contact.' he whispered. I looked at him in awe. For a second or two. my mother told me Omer wants to meet up. He continued smiling until he realized I was awkwardly blushing. 'This. I mean all I remember is a fat. There are so many memories I shared with him. While I was sitting. We played Ludo and Monopoly and Uno and he keenly cheated in them all. 'Just be patient. 'Heyyy!' I exclaimed.
Age: 16 Short Bio: I'm a college going student from Pakistan. I am so unique.. sketch and enjoy Latin music. This story 'Chrysalis' is based on the fact how music. slowly rebuilds the affection between a young couple. Walkingblind Magazine 70 . Nothing about me is particular.com What motivated me to write the featured piece was music. play table tennis. The love of music and the art of love transformed my thought in this piece of writing. I read and write avidly. Most of my works can found on http://www. Music has always inspired our lives. I wrote this story while giving my GCE English Language exam an year ago.writerscafe. being the food of love.org/arwashahzad and http://arwashahzad. just like everybody else.blogspot.
make me rich. But that doesn't mean to stop dreaming. I still want to be a dreamer. I’m still scared of heights. to be a dreamer. I can always dream that I have succeeded. I don't care. most dreams are forgotten within a few minutes of awakening. especially if wellwoven. I have never stopped dreaming. even if I tried. all I want is to still have the capacity to dream. But I would die for these escapes.K. I say that I’m still not sure. a brief respite from my real one. but see only white puffs of liquid nothing that block my view of that earth that pulls me away from the constellations. scarred too badly by reality that all hopes of dreaming are hideously done away with? Sleep now. can you see it? Do those tiny dots of neon color swirl around and around. though. you can throw anything at me. strangely resilient. can you see it? a world that your unconscious self walks. so absurd and different from earth that it is my favorite place in the universe. because they offer a vision of a different life. They say I should get my head out of the clouds. but there is no limit to how high someone can fly. but still easily ripped away by a human hand. With the facts of science and mathematics pounded into my head over and over and over again. because saying I’m not scared of falling is totally different from actually being it. So as long as I am alive. fate. I have never stopped reaching out for that perfect fantasy place where I am the person that I have always wanted to be and I am strong and independent and never afraid of pain. and know that the two can never be one and the same. even to themselves. really. because when I looked back at my desk. At least I can dream about it. the imprints of my writing were still embedded in the next sheet of paper. because even if I fail in reality. I can look up and see the vast expanse of stars and the moon and the galaxy and all of a sudden it's right there where I can just brush it with my fingertips. though. Close your eyes. don't be afraid to fall. but the ones that really matter. But there is a sacrifice to growing up. because you should know that at some point. be able to tell the difference between nightmare and reality with only the slightest touch. the hammers of the textbooks beat the nails of the facts deep into my mind. to be a dreamer. can you see that? My dreams. destiny. 71 Walkingblind Magazine . you must always stop falling. standing at the top of the skyscraper. piercing through those fantasies that are really. spiraling you into a whole other world? Or do you only see blackness. or whatever the hell's out there. but the truth is. Phoenix Dream Catcher To be a dreamer. not even after the day I scribbled down those dreams furiously onto a piece of paper. When I’m asked what I want to be when I grow up. able to think. But if I did fall. When I grow up. able to breath and eat and walk and sleep and dream then to life. if only to console their uneasy souls for a short while. what I would give to live the lives of the heroes in the books. only to find that they could never ever be true and crumpled the paper up and shredded it and turned my back on it.H. Because for me and my soul made out of spider silk and stardust. chased by monsters and villains but saved by the most perfect man that could ever exist. at least I can dream a parachute saving my life. why can't I be a child forever? Swathed in innocence and happiness and knowing only unicorns that give you horseback rides and dragons that take you for a fly across the sky. to gaining knowledge of the way things work. but I just so happen to like where I am right now. just so painfully impossible. which only stands on the weak bricks of memories. that is enough. you can gather all your bad dreams and turn them golden. they're fading. know the pain of reality and its painfully apparent differences with your daydreams. the clutter of life and the constant burden of reality have worn them away. the ones that give me hope and keep my love for fantasy alive are the ones that I can't forget. lies are like spider webs. To still be able to close my eyes and weave the shining dream-threads together to create a world of fantasy. Then I can look down. to be a dreamer. challenge me. sleep with a dream catcher dangling by your head so that when you wake. At night. starve me. Break my heart. make me laugh. and people tend to tell lies. I don't care. I won't even stray within a few feet of the edge.
because I’m absolutely terrified of bruising that pride that I hold so dearly to me. something that you have never told me as earnestly as you do now. despite my flaws and my phobias and my pride. I think it so hard because I know that no one besides me knows my thoughts. and I am. until you. I am left with the one thing in me that I can always count on: pride. just enough for me to survive. most terrifying secrets to myself in my head over and over and over again until the voice of my thoughts cracks and I let myself be taken by the supposed peace of sleep. I don't live. But I think it. but at the same time. for what do I smile for? In response. for once. but I try to never gloat because I know there might be other people like me. can actually sense it. but I’d rather give you a generalization because with them. why? because of my pride. I don't take risks. I hate to lose. I don't wipe away my tears because then I’ll be able to feel the trails they carve on my cheeks even after they have fallen from my face. but I can tell that you're trying to read me. that I repeat my deepest. I’m pounding my fists against that wall in my head that's keeping my from asking. I tell you something else. my frequent laughs of the day don't make a life. and for the first time. for once. I can't say. comforted. You look at me in a way that tells me that you don't know what to say. not mockingly. I’m just terrified. I cry into my pillow so no one but me can hear the sound. I love to win. I am prideful. the line between those two raw emotions is thin and smudged and so confusing that I don't know how far I can go before crossing over it. never mind admitting it to you. I can never be humiliated. and the truth is right . but I can never admit that to myself. as bubbling with joy as others may think. so with them. Before I can let my most primal instincts stop me. without those risks. No one ever does. You wonder why in the daytime I’m all laughs and smiles and a never-ending supply of happy. maybe both. my desolate tears of the night don't make a life. I am able to bring it down. when I tell them about how I feel. of what. but maybe you can. I laugh. so I don't lose. I tell you that I release all the feelings I don't dare release in front of anyone else. that person who took me and held me. Because of this. and the smallest comforts that the day comes with. I have a smaller chance of being wrong. I can never win. I tell you that you still can't read people even when they're wide open and the words written on their souls are right in front of your eyes. I tell you that instead of living. I tell you this because it is the truth. those two sides of me can be squished and pounded together into one person. so I just stopped telling people. you know. if nothing else.Pride I’m not bipolar. because that always silences you long enough for me to take a moment to think. I hate to be wrong. All those lies I have told myself. no matter what the books say. I just exist. isn't that exactly what I always want? I hear those songs on the radio about living like tomorrow's going to be my last day. and as if you. You ask me how anyone. I tell you that at night. and I open up my mind to you. because this is safe. but how? how do I? I’ve spent all the years of this life huddled in the shadow of my limited knowledge of life. as if your eyes could pierce into its very depths. and that's right: you shouldn't. they're all wrong. Between the destruction that night brings to me. but really. I am prideful. Your eyes are blank. that includes you. You. and in response. Just for the sake of enlightening (or maybe comforting) you. But love won't fix my problems. in fact. I give you one of those rare true smiles I have a limited supply of in my heart. you ask me what I’m thinking about now. I don't venture farther than the things I already know. of course. and I like safe. you tell me that you love me too. or just the embarrassment that will follow it. and that half of my smiles are miles from reaching my eyes. I have told myself that this is enough for me. I love to be right. But that question of desperation never leaves my mouth. I tell you that you still can't hear that half of my laughs are fake. but somehow I always find myself being stuck with maybes. I tell you that I’m not. can be just so filled with cheer and for what. so where does that leave me? I admit to you: I’m scared of living. because with a risk comes the chance of losing. Walkingblind Magazine 72 . I am prideful. I open my mouth to ask you that one thing I’ve been wanting to ask you from the moment I met you.and hey. for fear of falling into a pit. but not nicely either. one human. especially me. I plead you to help me. I’m not sure if I’m scared of the falling. my dreams are conquered by nightmares of losing the ones I love in the worst possible ways. darkest. which has never been enough for me but I’m just so scared to go beyond that. but this time. I tell you that I love you. Somehow. you are not shaken.
but you recover quickly.) Age: 14 Short Bio: K. You don't respond through words. On "Pride": A common attribute among people is pride. But taking such a gamble is necessary if one is to live his or her life to its fullest. a way to soften the harsh blows of reality. and is an absolute Lord of the Rings fanatic. Phoenix is a fourteen-year-old dreamer with an imagination that she sometimes takes too seriously. What the narrator of this piece is trying to say is to never stop imagining. She loves anything fantasy with a passion. and the taste of fresh. Help me to live. you turn and smile at me. writing is everything I can't say out loud. I believe. but it can also render someone easily embarrassed. but searching in the deepest corners of my mind. It's taken from a deeper level of my mind that. It takes courage and determination to bring down the walls in your own mind. which can affect someone positively or negatively. but instead. among which includes our ability to imagine. you ask me what I need help with. I swallow my pride. but we have to learn to brush off our knees and keep going. Taking that extra step in life to achieve everything can be frightening back it may involve the risk of losing everything." she says. their sight shrouded by what they have been taught about the real world. like everyone must. we'll make mistakes in life. I’ll have someone familiar to bring down with me. though. rule out many possibilities that exist in a small child's whims and fancies. but with your hand in mine. Keep an open mind.You look surprised. and it only lodges in my throat for a split second. I’m only a little scared. We begin to walk. It can give someone the confidence that they are going to succeed. with the answer: living. Just remember: what is impossible now may not stay impossible. I find that I don't want to. things that involve straight facts. There's a life waiting for me. not a splash of sky-blood on the dimming daytime sky. Sure. Sometimes. I can't turn back now. but many become blind to them. and the hope of finding it makes me smile (genuinely. so that if I do fall (oh God. and therefore afraid to take a risk. But for me. unex- plored world. only written word can truly describe. and one on a world that has no limits to its possibilities. "I can't say exactly why I write.H. for some reason. don't be afraid of believing in the nonexistent. my head is held higher than I have ever held it before. we have to learn to swallow our pride and take that risk. I'm breaking out of my shell. you grab my hand and pull me up. The bottom line is: you're going to face barriers on your way to success. I can't believe I’m doing this). but sometimes that barrier is you. 73 Walkingblind Magazine . that our childhood dreams and fantasies follow us our whole life. dreaming can be an escape. someone's hand to hold while I learn. And oftentimes. and now. our loved ones can help us along the way. I reply. It's about dreaming and how as people grow up and mature. free air is wonderful and fills me. because I need someone to teach me. sheepishly. I don't drag my feet. we tend to lose many things. "because sometimes such things don't have a clear definition. there is no such thing as a worthless life. Science and math. leading me outside and for the first time I see the sunset as a blooming rose of color. my eyes have opened to a blunt. I bury my head into your shoulder." On "Dreamcatcher": This piece is about living two lives: one on Earth.
when all faculties converge to capture a fleeting reality.To photograph is to hold one’s breath. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy. -Henri Cartier Bresson .
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and were told we should read the first chapter.T o o see the world in a grain of sand. but I believe any art in which you are forced to read an entire book on. Michelle how did you get into photography as an art form? When I was in high school. Although Michelle would probably not call herself a visionary in her approach to the art form. I never read a page of that book! Sure. I took the photography class. but to make a close-up truly magical you must first not only visualize but have great vision as well. for a moment in time. I didn't know the first thing about photography. has allured photographers and viewers alike since the birth of the art. sculpture. we were given a book about photography. and eternity in an hour. who are on the receiving end of her talented creations. the fact remains and is selfevident in her images that she is extremely talented in making a close-up image with great allure and intrigue. -William Blake Although Blake was not a photographer the idea of seeing the world in a grain of sand or an individual leaf or even a flower has intrigued man for centuries. Here is what Michelle had to say. to breath life into a print you must visualize it even before the exposure is made. where even the most familiar takes on otherworld-like qualities. My first semester of my sophomore year. in my opinion. drawing. stop and ponder the smallest of universes adorned with alien like elaborate matrixes and structure is shear pleasure. To live the life of the photographer you have to be in love with the medium. Possibilities II By Michelle Carrel Possibilities By Michelle Carrel Stretched and Shreddeds By Michelle Carrel 78 . and to see heaven in a wild flower. the school had quite a few classes to choose from. To get in close and lose oneself in this incredible world. To. hold infinity in the palm of your hands. photography etc. ceramics. We caught up with Michelle in a brief email interview so we. the only classes I found any joy in were the art classes. The first day. One such photographer with immeasurable vision and ability to capture the very soul of an object on the close and macro planes is Michelle Carrel. may get a close–up of a different nature.
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Wither By Michelle Carrel isn’t art anymore. My senior year. something you do to express yourself. and unspoiled chemicals. I chose Johnson County Community College.... I got a hold of a decent digital camera. and due to my lack of access to a darkroom. I began to take pho80 Growth By Michelle Carrel .. Did you take up photography there too? I enrolled in the beginners photography" course. I had a very good teacher.. then in advanced photography. I lost my job. and have fun while doing... and not having enough money to pay for the materials had to drop the class to look for employment. Photography is a very gentle medium. and it takes finesse.. It was art mixed with a subtle hint of science.. Art should be something you can do limitlessly. so I looked around at local colleges.. a week into that class however. Thankfully. About six months after that. Were there any other courses you were interested in? All other mediums seemed boring by comparison and my focus shifted from writing and drawing to photography only. I decided I couldn't learn any- thing further from the high school photography department. and I loved it for that.
they laughed their ass off. photography represents a window to the way Ii see things.. and a Canon SX110 IS Where there an photographers that influenced you more then others? I never really looked up to any particular famous photographer. I was snapping away as fast as I could.. while I was making the image something and shredded. It was a particularly humid day. I have seen millions of photographs on Flickr and Deviantart. but I don't think I could ever go back to only film. Her work is amazing and we recommend you see more of it for yourself.deviantart. What equipment are you currently using? I use a Sunpak PlatinumPlus 6200DX tripod. but can't say they inspired me much... it was choosing the easy way out.com/ 82 . I just loved the fact that I could post-process the images..“To me..I usually have to do this on every outdoor shoot I go on.. Anyway. Film photography has it's advantages still and I miss it to death... “I remember originally thinking digital photography was an abomination. therefore.. I'm sure if anyone saw it. God. What is it like for you in the field? Once. and those are the artists who inspire me the most today. We doubt from the quality of her images that there is truly much that bugs Michelle while making an image and we at Walkingblind Magazine want to thank Michelle for taking the time to share a bit about her life and work with our readers.” Spikes By Michelle Carrel tos with that. there were 3x more bugs than I usually have to deal with in such situations. I'm simply trying to share that view. I was standing in knee high grass with huge bugs swarming all around me. was I wrong. while also trying to get a clear shot.” I've been addicted ever since. in the two or three years that I've been in the online art scene. I ran away like a little girl. and help people look closer at beautiful things they would usually overlook. Now that I think about it. You can find more from Michelle onOut-Shine II By Michelle Carrel line at: http://aforadultery. sure I have admired the work of other photographers in the past. After I got about twenty images. trying to get the least amount of bug bites as possible. However. and this was taken out in the country.
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visualize and capture the perfect moment in time to many comes in a fashion very similar to the way we learn to walk.Beelitz VIII by Mind Cage he photographer Edward Weston once said “Consulting the rules of composition before taking a photograph. once learned. They become second nature akin to that of bipedalism. the all encompassing world of photography is innate. are implemented without wasting time in thought. it’s a gift and while you can nurture a talent. To these special human beings. it Urban Photo Exploration Walkingblind Magazine 84 . it’s just in the blood.” To the professional practicing photographers these laws. The free flowing ability to frame. it is a nurturing process developed over time given to us by external forces and once acquired and acted upon repeatedly becomes part of us forever… Right? Ok enough of that. is like consulting the laws of gravity before going for a walk. they seem to have just been born in the know! Talent is neither learned or taught. and you know who you are. there are also those who are just born with the freaking photographic disease. allowing us the freedom to create spontaneously. they T are a way of life.
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whose style and techThe “HDRI” technique was nical ability clearly also very fascinating and shine through in every so I’ve bought my first image.Dead house III by Mind Cage must be pre-existing to do so! Now I’m am short period of time. I’ve learned all ploring the urban landscape photographically. nauseum. I’ve seen some I’ve never tried to damn good photogragreat photos in the internet phy when I see it! – mainly at deviantART Enter “Mind-Cage” a copy a particular look and I was quite obsessed very talented and natuby these pictures so I rally gifted photograwanted to learn how to or style pher from Germany. but let’s let Mindture debate and wax anthropological ad Cage himself tell us the rest of the story. Right now I I was searching for a new want to be a little more hobby but I was also looknarrow and focused in ing for something where I my vision and mindset could bring in my creative and just say I know impulse. that would require open mindedness. There are many influences but I art and he’s only been doing that a very “ ” Walkingblind Magazine 86 . Currently excamera [Canon Eos 350D] and started to experiment. make such images too. his unique application of traditional by myself [autodidactic] with a lot of reading and experimenting! I think that’s the and digital imaging perfectly blend to crebest way to create and find your own ate striking and vividly haunting works of “style”. Surprisingly he emnot going to be delving headlong into the barked on his photographic career only a whole Margaret Mead nature verses nurfew years ago in 2007.
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I’ve always tried to develop my own style and look of my images. I work very properly and I always have the finished picture in mind when I push the release of my camera. but I’ve never tried to copy a particular look or style of any other artist. The atmosphere at these places is so amazing and I always try to capture the bizarre and dark atmosphere within my photographs. ” Beelitz XIII by Mind Cage Walkingblind Magazine 88 .Beelitz solitude by Mind Cage can’t tell exactly who was the biggest influence. I love the monochromatic look and it also strengthens the play of light and shadow. In the past 2 years my passion for abandoned buildings and places has developed and I really love to go on tour and explore ruins and forgotten lost places. I want to make history visible … combined with a strange feeling of abandoned atmosphere. The post processing is also very important – it’s never the naked photograph out of the camera. Now I use a Canon Eos 40D and several “ I always have the finished picture in mind when I push the release of my camera. I never take pictures only to take pictures.
Also.lenses [Canon. Sigma. Tamron] … I mostly use ultra-wide-angle lenses [Sigma 10-20mm] … a Manfrotto tripod which is very very important … I never use flashlight or other tungsten light. I know how to use Photoshop so it was not very hard to learn that 89 Walkingblind Magazine Silent Demise I by Mind Cage much about the post-processing. Its quite complicated for me to describe all my processes and for every motif as it varies for each one. I al- . as I’ve stated I’ve learned all by myself. Also we drive hundreds of kilometres every weekend [at least “every” weekend] and we also got to some locations and did not manage to get inside. as I don’t do this alone. I and others. I will say I’ve got my workflow down and I am normally finished with a single image within 30 to 40 minutes. But there’s a small existing scene of people who always find “new” places and there’s some kind of information network among other “Urban Explorers”. I don’t have any education background corresponding to photography. To find the abandoned places I shoot. It’s always a kind of roulette. spend hours and hours of research on the internet before we take one single picture.
nor can it be contained in words” -Ansel Adams Cinema Strange II by Mind Cage ways use Photoshop for post-processing. To find out more about Mind-Cage please visit his website at: http://www.de Walkingblind Magazine 90 . the end results speak loud volumes for the themselves. We at WalkingBlind hope to see so much more from this artist in the future. Normally I’ve got up to 20 different layers before a single image is finished.“Atrue photograph need not be explained. The uniqueness of his style creates an unforgettable ambiance that leaves the viewer wanting to fall deeper into the mystery of this photographic journey.mindcage-fotodesign. However complicated the process may seem.
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They rust in eerie silence! To some. there are the distant stacks of the industrial revolution. EV Walkingblind Magazine 92 . some still scream feed on demand while others have fallen silent. who’s lives were spent out tending to the machines of man’s devise and to what ends are these symbols of mans achievement headed for. but to others a choice few with clarity of sight they are a true work of art. an eyesore to be dealt with.S omewhere deep in the Russian countryside. It takes a special breed of photographer to truly bring out all the subtle nuances of these now abandon giants and transform the exoskeleton of industry into images that captivate the mind. without vision to see beyond their worn and darkened surface. Finding beauty in the patterns of decay. amidst steel rail and infrastructure. What was produced here. a faded muscular silhouette dissolving into the landscape. they remain only a rage upon the land. in the color of rust and wonder in the architecture of twisted metal they become subject of lens and viewfinder which morph effortlessly into compositions that bellow with raw delight.
the viewer. we sincerely hope however this four page teaser will motivate you to patronize frequently the well stocked pages of his online gallery. I took my camera and went to the industrial zone which was near my house and after a few frames I at that moment realized just how very interesting this subject was. While we could not possibly scratch the surface of all his art has to offer. I looked out the window and there the first time in several months it was Sunday and there was warmth in the air. This 24 year old Moscow resident has an amazing ability to capture the intricate beauty of these brick and steel servants of man. Image by Andrey Alekseev I remember exactly that moment. in such a way that sets his portfolio apart from the rest and creates for us. it was an early spring morning. Walking through these deserted places is a good way to mentally 93 Walkingblind Magazine Image by Andrey Alekseev . a simply stunning body of work upon which to feast. Here is just a little more food for thought on Andrey by Andrey himself.” -Minor White In this month’s issue of WalkingBlind we believe we have found that special breed of photographer in Andrey Alekseev.“ I’m always mentally photographing everything as practice.
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the most important part of the creative process is the choice of images to edit on the computer. I made collages in the style of surrealism.relax. I like the lomography effect in my old Kodak. Basically I place a transparent layer over the image that is scratched and I do this to the extent of distorting the image for aesthetic reasons. When I make an image it all depends on what is depicted in the scene and mood. and I began photographing. Some years before. For me. I don’t care to participate in exhibitions and am currently on my fifth year at an architectural University. We wish Andrey the best at the university and in his photographic career and would like to thank him for taking the time out of his busy schedule to talk with us briefly. When I make a photo I do not know what will be in the final version.deviantart. My photographs are usually monochrome. if there is reason. it has four pixels and I am satisfied with it. its my motivation. I was an artist of computer-art and admirer of H. but this was not enough for me. Giger but I was also influenced by photographers like Henk Van Rensbergen and Harald Finster. sometimes. but this rarely happens.com/ Image by Andrey Alekseev 95 95 Image by Andrey Alekseev Walkingblind Magazine .R. If you find Andrey’s work and life intriguing you can find out more here at: dosimeter. they may be colored.
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the last issue I wrote about the coherence of harnessed words and the writers who have the task of maturing their writing for that purpose. In this article I will be talking about the permanence of words, and what makes a writer’s work transcend time.
When you stop to really think about it, more than half of our education in public institutes were invented, thought of, carried out, or written by people who no longer walk the face of the earth. While feasting on the created or found knowledge of these deceased men and women do you ever stop to wonder how they came across a way to be known nation or worldwide for their achievements? Do we bother to take the time to delve into the lives of these people whose ideas and methods we study and use everyday? This line of thought will lead you down many different paths, but what I want you to focus on isn’t the end result of these accomplished people but rather the journey they embarked upon to become some of the longest living human beings of all time. I will be talking about this from the perspective of writers while showing you how other well known writers long past live among us today. I will open up this part of the article by stating the obvious fact that a large portion of the world’s population strive to be seen and heard by one another, many will yearn for that sort of fame, few will reach it. In this day and age we see how hard it is to become well known at anything let alone writing, can you imagine a person that is working hard to push their art so far off the normal time frame that by the time they finished the piece it would be slapping the next generation in the back of the head? The real question that should be answered is why do we feel a need to be remembered? What is it inside of us that keens for recognition beyond our lifetime? One reason why we want to be remembered is the fear of death, no matter how hard it is to take everyone knows that death is the end; there are no more chances or opportunities for physical success after it. Death is one of the reasons why people work so vigorously to make something out of themselves and knowing that the end can come at anytime forces us to calculate a plan that will allow us to continue to live and exceed certain limitations set upon our lives. Another reason is loneliness, it isn’t hard to believe that after dying we may be cast into a sea of nothing alone and hollow waiting for something… waiting for nothing. It is plausible to think that because of this impending loneliness a person would love to hear their name roll off the tongues of the living. This loneliness goes hand in hand with our apprehension of the unknown, if you have no clue what
is to happen to your soul after you pass on the only logical thing to do is make sure that someone remembers you enough to spread your name and the meaning of your life. There of course are other reasons why remembrance after death is important to us, but most are personal and don’t need to be brought up in this article. Now as I take us into the next few paragraphs keep this one in mind as we continue. William Shakespeare, is by far one of the most undead dead writers of all time, I understand that there is also John Keats, Sylvia Plath, Vladimir Nabokov, and Mowlānā (Rumi for our western readers)but Shakespeare seems to be the one that everyone gravitates too. By finding out how this man wrote we can discover the secret to his success in finding the eternal fountain. The first thing we must look at is the fact that Shakespeare didn’t write like he was from the 15th-16th century, his writings consisted of strong willed woman such as Gertude of Hamlet and Lady Macbeth, leading characters of different nationalities like the Moorish soldier Othello, and his love of ribaldry. Shakespeare’s plays and sonnets were engorged with love, sex, horrible tragedy, and characters who disguised themselves physically and emotionally. Along with these things in his later sonnets he begins to talk about a ‘dark lady’ which he loves beyond everything else who could be anyone from an African prostitute to Emilia Bassano Lanier the wife of a patron of Shakespeare's theatrical company. If by this time you cannot see how it is that this author’s work and personality could survive so many years maybe you
testing what it can and cannot handle. Why do the latter when you could live forever? "Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime. In order to have your work stand up against the erosion of time’s waves you must challenge your writing skills as often as you can. leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time" . flexing it like a muscle. William Shakespeare’s ‘against the tide’ type of writing granted him a pass throughout time. After reading the above paragraph your probably wondering how you can mirror the actions of Shakespeare in your own time. Good Luck 101 Walkingblind Magazine .should read this section again or do an engrossed study on his life and collections. It is essentially up to you as a writer to either strengthen your work or watch over the months and years as it wastes away. And. departing. the simple solution is to stay ahead of this time period by developing the maturity of your writing. William could never have gotten where he is today without the quick cleverness of his coherent mind and the drive to continue his work.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow *All information pertaining to William Shakespeare in this article were found by actually reading his work so if you want my sources you’ll have to read the mentioned playwrights and sonnets.
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or flourish. painting.The Decline Of The Arts By Alex Dark Gallery Will Be Closing Indefinitely Due to Lack of Support and Interest! Poerty fettered fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed. in proportion as their poetry. and music are destroyed or flourished! -William Blake Walkingblind Magazine 103 .
From poetry to painting many have been driven to small clusters Walkingblind Magazine 104 . and to great lengths. To A “Art does not evolve by itself. The days of renaissance are gone with the great masters returning to the very clay from which much of their art medium was created and art has moved from the mainstream to a place on the back streets and side alleys. I am happy to say. In this vast oceanic wave of information and electron flow. Do we take note of fine detail or revel boisterously in the experience of the experiential? Where is the finer slice of life microtomed off and matrimonially vowed to us by the avant-garde of the digital marketing moguls. Some have. is far from the morgue of dried paint tubes and bone hard brushes. recite it with out so much as investigating possibility that it’s alleged corpse may be merely dormant. proclaimed to this writer that there is no longer a need for the cultured vises of society. The artist. the ideas of people change and with them their mode of expression. digital art abounds in scads and swarms around us with an electric hum like flies buzzing around meat. that holding in high regard artifacts which serve no functional end other then to be aesthetically pleasing is a fools folly and a grave waste of currency by those that indulge in the patronage there of. still fogging the mirror and waiting again to burst forth with renewed vitality and direction. coming from an age where all that was created had some artistic facet and beauty. ‘Art is dead’ has become their endless mantra and they. meaning those within my sphere of existence. Cut the crap! Is art really freaking dead? To me its pulse had always been strong and tactile. able to be sensed beyond even the slightest flutter. in a world so busy that even fast food seems slow and the claxon of automobile horn drones out our evening lyric. Art today has a new face one many may not be acquainted with but a voice and expression of thought we have all heard before. Art. one wonders what has become of the leisure time this Aquarian age was to afford us. What we used to prize as the feather in our cap in the facadish days of Deco and Art Nouveau is now the proverbial drink in the speakeasies of the modern day art communities. to a world of stock plain vinyl covered particleboard furniture is disheartening at best and makes me wonder as I move forward in age just what exactly is to come. I believe this to be true evidenced in the formation of so may underground art communities by those who are the last bastions of the fortress we used to call mainstream. in any venue. on the contrary I have found it to be alive. is seen many times by a vast majority as lazy not pulling his or her own weight in society.” -Pablo Picasso me art is and always has been a part of everyday life but the deep wounds of today’s hard economic times coupled with a fleeting interest by a large part of the populous to grace the halls of art galleries across the land has forced a change in the art community and the artist themselves. wasting time on pursuits that too many are viewed as less then a respectable living. irradiating us daily down to the last particle do we really invest the scarce commodity of spare time in those endeavors that are deemed culturally enriching. Personally. It seems most are just too busy to stop and pay attention to the arts or have a general lack of interest in participating beyond the hobbyist level. well and thriving although in an altered state of existence.--The Decline of the arts-- mong the maze of mobius distractions. While the practice of traditional art has subsided to a certain degree.
Teething on visually rendered haggis daily they neglect the cold hard fact that for anime characters to romp gleefully through fields of blood stained flowers as the storyboard artist intended. a cold full draft of talented artists waiting to have their day in the sun. one wonders why they cling to their craft in the hellfire’s of this Nvidia born illiteracy when all seems to be lost. writers however do still abound in this maze of random access memory. My hat goes off to those brave soles who fight to keep the arts alive on every front. cast down and trodden upon in favor of the more cultured master pieces of narutonian fan art splendor. when more then any other time in history has the written word been so available. it is voracious. a lover. when unleashed with tenacity from impassioned pen to tattoo the metastasized pulp of the paper’s flesh. The society and culture of the population of the neo-electron nation seemingly holds to the belief that the eye must be dazzled with scene changes every 5 seconds for media to be of any intrinsic value. surpassed often times even by fancy pants stick figures of epic proportions roaming the transistorized surface of computer screens. although only a few agonizing months. there is a famine out there but just who is really starving? Without art. Writers are largely a very overlooked cog in the machinery of the artistic infrastructure of our society. becomes a weapon. hence the feeling of being underground. We need to dream. It is disheartening to live in a minority where the world at large sees art and literature as something that drips only slowly on the page or canvas only to remain closed or hidden for the life span of its lignum free archival permanence. Its entity is dynamic whether or not its line and form is of acrylic nature or decisively hobbled in bold face sans-serif fashion. Writing. The stereotype of the starving artist is not so far from the truth in this barren new flood plain. There is on tap. advantageous and most assuredly to the totalitarian mind extremely dangerous. but for right now forced to remain in the wings hovering in the shadows and from there the plot thickens as this plight affects not only the tangible visual arts community but has gone seeping it’s way into the literary communities as well. flirtatious. is a mystery not unlike Plato's lost world of submerged acclaim. Why are writers shunned and averted in this phenomenon of modern bliss. There is no balance in this phantasmagorical world of counterfeit life. doesn’t anyone read except when they feel they absolutely have no choice for something work related or for school? The last I checked you could read outside of those venues anytime you want yet libraries are closing in droves across the country. With no shortage of artisans of verse. to vision with passion and manifest those feelings in some form. Art and literature spewed forth even at base levels takes on life and breath. there has never been a shortage of the talent to do so. It is always worth the price of admission to expand ones horizons in the exploration of artifacts buried between the sands of punctuation or hung at eye level on the long 105 Walkingblind Magazine . and adviser. without enrichment a society will eventually crumble becoming stale and mundane. If there is no deficiency of writers for of the ink laden text printers impregnated upon the pages of our hardbound spawn of soul and breath why then. Where are those who prefer to gorge on the written offspring of mankind’s musings as an alternative to being force fed the pabulum of zeros and ones whizzing at light speed through a conduit of twisted copper wire. the one in my town was no exception! Seems like decades ago. Although there is a shortage of the desire to make even the simplest of objects into an art form for everyday use. I embarked upon the arduous task of writing and posting over forty works of the liturgical genus online in an art network I belong to only to find they have been overtly abandon. a method of chastisement and ultimately the best flippen bang on a Saturday night a starving mind could hope for without having to spend a fortune on something served up with a side of deep fried strings of genetically altered potatoes.--The Decline of the arts-- of like minded on places with names that imply they are deviated from the norm. there first must have been an artist who wrote the story! Writing is an ancient expression formed deep within the spirit of the human breast.
--The Decline of the arts--
bronze hook of the gallery wall. It seems horrifyingly ignorant to me why more of the constituents of this artistic community don’t vie for an internship to embark on an expedition into the long sealed tombs of many textual and artistic nirvanas. Feed on a different manna, one that will leave a lasting after taste in the mind and soul instead of usual fare of indigestible Crayola garnished daily specials that quite frankly will make the educated pallet eventually nauseous as they are left to ferment in the forgotten regions desks and lockers everywhere. What am I trying to say in my lengthy discourse of pragmatic platitudes – patronize the ARTS before its too late, the life of artists and writers depends on it, but moreover the survival of our society’s cultural mind depends on it. Be aware of the art around you; get involved in the art community actively even if you can’t produce art on your own you can still be a part by supporting it. In places where art has declined it is historical fact that the humanity declined there as well, and its still happening. Recent research this May 2010, after analyzing almost 300,000 children and adults, discovered creativity scores have consistently spiraled downward increasingly since 1990 without signs of slowing down. This decrease is terrifyingly significant and most exceedingly serious. The acidic culprit eating our minds and declining our society is directly related to the number of hours people now spend in front of the TV and computers just like the one you are viewing this on. Art programs have been and are being dropped in schools in favor of computer courses (machines that think for you) and in some places art was dropped simply because those in power believed in this day and age believed it was a non essential waste of time in the digital age to involve in traditional arts when they could better direct their misappropriated funds to greater endeavors such as self-raises and Cuban style cigars. Pursuing one thing consistently and not engaging in other creative activity causes lack of artistic development in our brains which requires constant shifting and blending of the types of
things it takes in. Feeding it the cold steel of the alter of the desk-top-tower continuously is causing damage. Art is directly declining in America as a result of funds and minds being funneled to the advancement of the information age, but what good is information if there is no one left to use it. Now a computer is a wonderful tool and yes there is a great digital art all around us but if all we do as a society is let machines think for us we will be in distinct and eminent duress as a culture. If art dies, we die, it is that simple. Draw and write, paint and sculpt, create all manner of art as if your life depends on it, it does. Use the computer but as a tool, do not let it replace the power of the human brain to create, demand art programs back in our schools, reopen the libraries and feast…yes gorge yourselves on the wonder of art and survive into the next millennium leaving for posterity that which you yourself created for the next wave to enjoy and be inspired by. Be art aware and remember “Food for thought requires a mind with teeth!”
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