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WalkingBlind Art and Literature Magazine Published by NevaehVision
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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artist friends. Painting. I continued talk too much in real life. Understand I’m is the kind of artist that finds rest in the mist of not lessening a college degree at all. not the physical phenomenon.” 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. Grande prize wintion for art that he instills into ner. 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. 1945 . I kept drawing a lot and then reof digital art. 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.” Asuka says “ Then. This month as we journey deeper into the well tutorials etc. I started to draw as a without saying a word.” For being only 13 Walkingblind Magazine “ Henri Matisse. Cute Award. 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.asuka111. detail and adoracontest. Looking at Contest. and Concept art Web: www. 2009. What I am saying is before you experiencing. bright greens.Name : Patipat Asavasena ( ASUKA111 ) Birthdate : 22/02/1984 Title : Freelance Artist Resident : Thailand Profession : Illustration. Asuka falling in love with their future. Thailand already in striking visuals. it's love and obsession now. somesionate about art as he. One thing that Comic Awards 2010. “I was inspired by Japanese's animation for me to confess my feelings and emotions and manga culture. 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. online reach to the audience.net “ Colour helps to express light. past each glowing pixel into the alized that it’s not just a hobby for me anymagical electron buzz of color and luminance more. 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. “I think my artwork is a way hand. Since I'm shy and don't hobby at first. It is hard to think that a person as paspressive the rich colors in his art are. was so close to purhow the deep blues. 2010 and the Let's each piece. but the only light that really exists. Asuka’s artwork you can see WACOM Anime and Manga the patience. that in the artist's brain. I love work that is to study and develop my skill from available beautiful with powerful messages that can resources such as: books.
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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.The ‘Black Lady’ by Patipat Asavasena is one of my favorite pieces from him. 15 Walkingblind Magazine . not only because of the flowing onyx hair. 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. as if she is trapped and spot lighted in the intense glow of the aura. and crystal blue eyes of the character but because of her presence.
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I admire how much strength his artwork holds.net A Colorless by Asuka111 Hero by Asuka111 17 Walkingblind Magazine . All of the things that make up Papipat Asavasena you can experience in the work he creates. 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. which to me is brilliant. Many people seek to confess their sins. When an artist understands who he or she is. loss. from his shyness to his confessional feelings. To follow the work of this artist or to buy his new artbook ‘Everyday Fantasy’ visit his website www. loud music or haunting silence. All of these things combine to make a powerful artistic style and all around great person. and life through a plethora of mediums whether through another person.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. Artists around the world also lay down their problems. it is in that moment that a certain style emerges. and successes. but in a way that visually and lyrically paralyzes its viewers. loves. he has found that style. an altar. being able to use art as a confessionary is one of the great things about free expression. while at the same time they are as gentle as a friend’s helping hand.asuka111. He states in the text above that he confesses through his work.
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the ones that astound us with breath-taking views of their compositions and this artist. 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 . on the rarest of occasions. 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. so spectacular there are no words to describe their style and no one category within which to place their work. sketch artist and so on. These are the truly amazing artists. painter. 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. one stumbles across an artist that is so different. But then. Amalacan.
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skeletons. Giger. “Surrealism Art” and “Fantastic Realism” have made a great influence on me and I especially admire the paintings of Dali. Antique machines.. I blow up imagination while 23 Walkingblind Magazine IShell in the Darkness by Almacan . a computer was introduced into my workplace which made it possible using 3D software.They are mysterious material that make my fantasy amplified. I felt limited in my ability to create the vision that I expected and wanted.. However. Their great visions are my indicator now. armor..Amalacan on Amalacan! I wanted to be a painter when I was young and created works by a traditional technique. About 14 years ago. I have various favorite images stored to my memory that become hints.R. Ernst Fuchs and H. so I was separated from creating for a really long period.. old portrait photos. I was very attracted to this freedom of expression and became inspired to create art again. beetles.
assembling those images. During Spiral Memory by Almacan Walkingblind Magazine 24 . My art is a complex work composed of a lot of detailed modeling parts. and assemble them carefully. I make digital art with the sense that solves the jigsaw puzzle. The digital image is produced by a 3D application "Shade" and "Photoshop". I collect fragmentary images that are the sources of inspiration for my imagination. Perhaps the best teacher may have been several good books on paintings which I possessed. 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. I enjoy that time very much.
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.ne.. 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.R.jp/~m.mirage/ Walkingblind Magazine 26 . it was a great honor for me.dion. Recently. Please visit this artist on the web at: http://www. and lead me to answer to the mysterious puzzle. my art work has been featured in the field of Visionary Art and Surreal Art. Such unpredictable transformations stimulate my curiosity.Automaton by Almacan The Armed Meiden by Almacan the production process my works repeat the transformation and grow like the ecdysis of insects. I received the "animago" and "CG Choice award".h6. My work was exhibited at "CARNIVORA: The Dark Art of Automobiles" with the artworks of H.
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. Just create whimsical worlds full of happy mechanized creatures. right down to the very high octane machines that drive them. settled within the coastal town of Yokohama you will find a population of 3.6 million people going about their daily lives.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 .“ There is nothing that cannot be achieved by firm imagination ” L ocated in the beautiful Japanese landscape. fill the fantasy with a race people that interact harmoniously and presto you will stand out in the crowd. One artist who has achieved such status is Shingo Matsunuma otherwise known as “Shichigoro”. Shichigoro’s characters not only allow us to see things on the surface but also deep within. It takes a lot to stand out in such a large populace but it’s not impossible. At thirty.
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.real worlds. 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. Shichigoro stated “I want to draw original art work that I imagine in my created world. movies. Shichigoro found himself inspired and motivated by many various works in many genres such as traditional arts. Kocchi by Shichigoro Hito-kikai-2 by Shichigoro “I want many people to experience my works of art. just no fear!” The interaction of the inhabitants of Shichigoro’s worlds is a testament to this statement. I want someone to use my artworks for something because I want to continue to work on art in the future.” Walkingblind Magazine 28 . and worked as a digital artist for a game company. In my world there is no fear. he also began drawing artwork with digital tools such as Photoshop. and more. Learning oil painting at an university of arts in Japan. animated cartoons.
I want someone to use my artworks for something because I want to continue to work on art in the future. if it is to be preserved. must be viewed and appreciated. There is a sublime power in the style while at the I Want by Shichigoro 29 Walkingblind Magazine . As he told WalkingBlind “I want many people to experience my works of art. 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.Welcome to a world without fear Give a Flower by Shichigoro Shichigoro draws everyday to work on his art in earnest. The body of work he has produced demands to be viewed and visited over and over again. When you see Shichigoro’s work for the first time you will be amazed at the depth at which his images present themselves.” This is a profound statement by Shichigoro. An artist without an audience is an out of work artist. as once is not enough to take in all that his many surreal worlds have to offer. art.
same time a softness that permeates the creatures making even the largest of his characters extremely approachable. 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.com/ on http://shichigoro756.shichigoro. Shichigoro can be found several places on the web at the following locations: http://www.loftwork. Shichigoro is currently studying English to better communicate with a broader audience. and aproach we must. 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.deviantart.com/user/14208/ W Air Cleaner by Shichigoro Walkingblind Magazine 30 . 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.com/ and on: http://www.
yril Rolando is one of those multitalented artists that you hear about only in fairytales. Cyril has found a way to capture with color and words what some people couldn’t tell you with their own body language. 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. 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. 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. I am both excited and enthralled as an appreciator of the arts and a C 31 Digital Artist Cyril Rolando .
‘Collect Lost Bottles’ depicts messages from unknown people needing help in a tormented sea. I try to read these messages. but you can't stop the flow. For example. 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". but you can't stop the walk. blowing bubbles in a tiny bowl. Too many desires. Solar Symphonies by Cyril Rolando writer to have his work among the pages of WalkingBlind. flooded by the law and order. the drawing called ‘Save Our Souls’. understand the riddles and help them reach the shore safely. 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. and be able to see the evolution of my way of thinking. I just draw to keep on filling my gallery year after year. I try to be origiWalkingblind Magazine 32 . art is seen in many ways as a lot of us already know. one of my first drawings (I was a psychology student when I drew it) matches the idea I had of my future work. but you can't stop. Dream on.” 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. getting absorbed in your work. My art is a pure hobby. Blowing Bubbles by Cyril Rolando A golden wind will sweep your clouds away if you have a word with the sunshine about it. Sometimes. you feel like a goldfish. but as Cyril has pointed out it can be used as an instrument of care and understanding.Blowing bubbles Too much water. I have never thought that the study of psychology and artwork could merge to create such good for people. I was simply awe-struck by his words. 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".
but I think it's a risk. I'm not in misery. coolness. he has an amazing artistic eye with a style all his own to follow. then on photoshop. it's a hard exercise with only one image. and hug me. 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. please. keep on crying and come back. "say cheese" to the new deal. “Emotion and color. I really enjoy what I earn. drag me into your mud. this is a game you can't afford. They control us like pieces. it was nice to meet you. C'est la crise ! Economic Crisis by Cyril Rolando nal. wisdom and creativity. colors like blue. A new year party has begun. it's played on a chessboard. purple and green are my favorite because they bring the idea of coldness.” We have to disagree with the artist here.They put pawns on the market. because its color depends on the environment and it can express many feelings (anger. I tried to draw on oekaki boards. yeah.” 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 . my shop is a nasty crack. both are the tools and motive I wish to draw with. and kiss me. I wish to take a stand. Water is my favorite element. It's ok. nothing seems to checkmate. I can manage. It's the best part of the meal. but nothing really ambitious. Cheese Players by CyrilRolando It's ok. I like otherworldly theory and surrealism. you are welcome to my gallery.. I knew that this person held a high standard. In January 2009 I wanted to draw something about the Israeli Palestinian conflict. It's ok. I will surf on a golden flood. but love me. we see the same chicken run.) So. at the rate of the increases. dream. Indeed. politically. without taking the part. but it's impossible for me to say if I have a style and its origin. give me my due. 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. turning crisis into advantage. still sentenced to be ignored. we dance on a cheese board. your sorrow gives a good return..
“I like the surrealism style and abstract world of Tim Burton. government policy and most importantly themselves.free.Breathe Me by Cyril Rolando " Demain soufflera le vent de demain” just like he had said. Also the French novelists Mr. the world’s health. The backbone of his style seems to be rooted in the soil of awareness. Some points of the Burton's universe were a great gate to my art connection opportunity. his chosen profession and influences tells us this. 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. Everything seemed to be possible when I was looking at the world of his movies. 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. Hayao Miyazaki and French novel authors such as Boris Vian and Albert Camus.” Cyril says “I like to play with the world and change their meaning or sonority. Vian and Mr. Camus were both great writers narrators with famous works such as “L'Écume des jours” by Boris Vian and “Cross Purpose” by Albert Camus.” 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.fr 35 Walkingblind Magazine . he wants people to be aware of their troubles.
you will feel lighter. After 10-15 minutes. if need be. Draw the outline to transfer the model. Some sheets of paper or pieces of cardboard : A4 size . 4. It is possible your heart may keep on bleeding. you can make repair patchs quickly using the adhesive tape as sticking plaster. draw a rough wing of modest size (15x20 cm). On the support. 3. If you have difficulties doing the form. Don't worry about it. 3. Once you are done with it. treat appropriately. Take about ten sheets of paper (or 2 pieces of cardboard) and cut up to obtain a solid piece of paper. Avoid doing the process if you are crying.. Attempt #1 : The heart alleviation Overview: Make two solid wings and stop the internal bleeding. 2. An adhesive tape. Equipment: 1. Safety: Scissors are sharp. the adhesive tape effect could be ineffective on contact with salt water. 4. Cut up the form and put the wing on the support.For heavyhearted girls only. A felt-tip pen (black or colored. 2. it will be easier but less aesthetic. as you wish). Fix You by Cyril Rolando Walkingblind Magazine 36 . A pair of scissors. How to proceed : 1. If you choose the cardboard. search on Google Images with the keywords " wing heart " and print your favorite. An adult need not be present. You need to reinforce with the adhesive tape. fix the wings on your heavyheart with the adhesive tape. Turn over the model and repeat the same process to get the second wing. It's not necessary to do the second wing for the moment.
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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. I cannot think of anyone more suited to open up the section of traditional artists other than twenty-eight year old Annie Stegg.
I started professionally by working in a gallery/frame shop selling paintings while I was attending art school. not only is she inspiring. Eventually. 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. 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. something a person only does once in a lifetime. And eventually. 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 was gradually able to build my portfolio and website. There are a number of details that impress me. I started painting more and more at home. you can see the creamy peaches mixed lightly with other hues that make up a color and texture that is very striking. get other job offers. she is an admirable artist. and clothing design. and started doing other aspects of art as well. Logo designs. More details include the positioning of certain things such as the beautiful fish one of which is looking Walkingblind Magazine 40 . and thankfully. Being around so much art was very inspirational. and hung it. From there I received many commissioned painting offers. I had the confidence to bring one of my paintings into work. coming across this artist was like bumping into a goldmine. the owner liked it. one of which is the color of the skin. early on I noticed that this artist has a really good technique of making skin appear so real. websites. exploring every color and facet wondering where she had gotten such a magical style from. 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 striking beauty and elegant quality of such work stuns its audience into a reverent silence as the art itself has the floor.” Her answer should show all of you that hard work really does pay off. after work and school. 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. As you can see I am very excited to have Annie within the pages of WalkingBlind. I met a variety of people working there. and it sings. He had a blank space in the gallery. Black Moor by Annie Stegg at her work. and from there. I was allowed a section of the gallery for my works. I never knew until that moment how much an absolutely gorgeous piece of work could touch the human soul.
With so much awesome work to look through I found myself asking her about the major influences of her art. they are like two inky pools of darkness that begin to suck the viewer into the painting. After a while of staring at it.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. “Both my Catfish by Annie Stegg 41 Walkingblind Magazine .“Love of beauty is Taste. I was quickly caught by them and held captive until a force stronger than her eyes known as hunger beckoned me away. 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. The creation of beauty is Art. bit by bit you are brought into the world of the ‘Black Moor’ without any direction to where you are going. The most alluring aspect without question is the eyes. this painting becomes family and it feels as though you know the girl surrounded by fish. flowers and the world held prisoner in her eyes.” .
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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
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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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Lately I've Lotus Eater by Laura Bifano Walkingblind Magazine 46 . but also to art direct ourselves. Those guys use an economy of rendering and brushstrokes that if any one else tried would be either completely overdone or just sloppy. In 2010 I made the transition to full time freelancer. Carlos Schwabe. 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. And of course. I graduated in 2008 and transitioned into working as a concept and storyboard artist for a few studios in Calgary. I received my education at the Alberta College of Art and Design. I never know where my inspiration will come from next. but I generally try to keep myself interested in lots of different things. Seeing the exciting things that my peers work on always motivates me to keep working and experimenting. and Fernand Khnopff use shape and color in a way that is still surprising and relevant even today.
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. You have to be subtle about it though. thumbnails and media experiments can be tempting. Ultimately I create for the pure kinetic joy of feeling the brush on paper. and story all influence my finished pieces. nature. but eventually I came Cacophony by Laura Bifano Walkingblind Magazine 47 . Learning to love the process of illustration was a challenge at first. space travel. myth. The desire to dive into creating a finished piece without putting the work of research. and recently had my first solo show entitled "Cacophony" in Victoria BC at the Boucherat Gallery. otherwise people tend to get creeped out. My fascinations with fashion.Young Bride by Laura Bifano been working more towards the fine arts world rather than illustration. realized image.
and began with some thumbnails and research sketches. then I scan it in to photoshop at around 300 dpi. From there I'll do a graphite transfer into a gessoed piece of 300 weight Arches hot press watercolor paper. I'm free to move. scale and re-arrange elements as I see fit.blogspot. Once it's in the computer.Deluge by Laura Bifano to love the pre-development as much as creating the finished piece.com/2009/11/cacophony. Usually I just fool around in my sketchbook until I have a composition that feels right. but I like to have an indication of the overall tone and mood so I'm not figuring that out on the paper itself. My painting progress is detailed more in this blog post: you can visit me there at: ttp://laurabifano.html Walkingblind Magazine Mood Swings by Laura Bifano 48 . My process is fairly straight forward: For the image "Cacophony" I had a rough idea of what I wanted to do. Nothing too refined or fleshed out.
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Dislocation by Rob Rey Tree Fairy by Rob Rey Walkingblind Magazine 50 . He studied at the Rhode Island School of Design and graduated in 2006 with a BFA in Illustration. Maintaining that inquisitive mind that drives education and growth. welcome to the art of Rob Rey. people and new experience. helping us to live together more peacefully.R ob grew up with an inquisitive mind in a suburb north of Chicago. It may be beauty. an awesome traditional artist we found meandering around the web minding his own artwork. The famous psychoanalyst. guides each of us to understand the error of our own righteousness and bigotry. To make people look deeper within themselves to work through their own personal psychological troubles. After high school he spent a summer hiking the Appalachian Trail from Maine to West Virginia. art is among the most powerful of these things. he hopes to make pictures that speak and inspire. To have this impact. Question the world around them. 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. There are things. Acquaintance with this mystery. This is Rob Rey. Rhode Island. Rob currently resides in Providence. It may be the evidence of the human hand in creation. there must be enchantment. accompanied by nature. grace. and its inherent subjectivity. some allure that invokes in the viewer a feeling of connection to the mystery of the universe. secrecy or sorcery. but that's what I want to do. Through these things we gain a greater understanding of our selves and a more balanced view of the world around us. For Rob. I want to create art that makes people question. That may just mean to create beauty and enjoyment for other people or it may mean something of more social impact. Whatever it is. Carl Young. but more importantly question themselves. Who knows if I'll ever have the chance to have any kind of influence at all. What do you want to do with your art? I want to improve the world. that make each of us feel alive in the greatest sense of the word. elegance. where he works continuously to improve his skills and clarify his voice. hopefully many. 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. to the enigma of the unconscious. until he was found by one of the staff. Rob's work must contain some important aspects.
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Rick Berry. Alphonse Mucha. Fred Lynch. to put a finer point on it. Without this understanding humans are prone to project their own short comings onto others. our own psychological self. I had the good fortune to spend a short while studying with one of my favorite illustrators. Wyeth. Fritz Drury. I am also influenced by many more artists that I have not had the chance to study with. to me oil exemplifies the most beautiful visual occurrences in nature and that is what I strive to put into my work. but as I said. Nicolai Fechin. and it's true. N. There are of course many more. I find the powers of observation in nature to be a never ending source of interest. Where did your style develop from? My style developed from a deep love of the appearance of oil paint. the seemingly random mistakes that add life to an image. A short list includes Jeffery Jones. the easy answer is everything. Zhaoming Wu. Carl Jung the analytic psychologist. Visually. that's a short list. Jon Foster. J. Phil Hale. using them as a scapegoat. But. Who or what influenced your art? Well. Richard Schmid. and Joseph Clement Coll. C. but beauty is my first motivation and it is followed by the desire to make a positive difference in the world. Others have had a profound influence on my thinking including Joseph Campbell the comparative mythologist. Dagnan-Bouveret. and owe him a great deal for it. John Singer Sargent.com Walkingblind Magazine 52 . John William Waterhouse. Through myth we are directed through the passing stages of our lives and we come to know more intimately. and more. many great artists and people have been major influences on me and my art. John White Alexander. Jon was very helpful. Gregory Manchess.came to the understanding that mythology plays an important role in our psychological well being. C Leyendecker. friendly. these fuel my passion for beauty. What motivates you as an artist? This may be redundant. James Jean. Malcolm Liepke. The soft edges that blur into each other. both the good and the bad. The desire for beauty motivated me to learn painting skills and the skills that I have now somewhat acquired. Scorcher bt Rob Rey Rusalka by Rob Rey Find Rob at RobReyArt. and several of my teachers at the Rhode Island School of Design. I knew early in my artistic endeavors that oil was the medium I wanted to use and I devoted all my time to it. Shanth Enjeti. motivate me to use them for a good purpose. So by engaging viewers with story telling and mythology I hope to help people live more peacefully with one another.
Falling now in raging sheets. Grape sized drops at first. Deliverance by G. This breeze. The air cools and a breeze Rustles through the treetops. exposing Their pale underbellies. Suddenly. Breaths come with difficulty. arms outstretched And head thrown back In thanks as I am drenched In her deliverance. I stand. holds the promise Of cool. Sploosh. pregnant With the scent of distant Lakes. Turning leaves over. One. the skies darken And bring nature's merciful fury. Monroe 55 Walkingblind Magazine . Sploosh.. Drops get smaller.Deliverance The stifling shroud that Hangs in the summer air Brings burden to even The simplest of acts. then another . now a cool. As if drawn through plastic wrap. H. The breeze.. driving Wind thrashes branches about As the booming clap of Mother Earth calls all to her relief. wet relief.
It is these kinds of writers that a young novice can look up to for support... In this one line we can feel the damp wind on our flesh.writerscafe. and taste the swamp that the impregnated breeze embraced before dawning our doors. M. When reading the collection he has accumulated on Writerscafe you notice how down to earth they really are. Monroe http://www. Just like in Monroe’s other poems. so I wrote. the smells. So I will release you all to go check out his other works and his book ‘That's My Story!” on his website. I wish that I could tell you a more exciting story about the inspiration for this poem. Reading this piece makes me want to experience the storm all over again with his visuals in mind. “This breeze..H. pregnant /with the scent of distant/ lakes” (Deliverance 4th stanza. 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.ghmonroe. Monroe’s poetry is in one word. the cooling of the air and the trees.G.. 1-3) This is one of the lines that really stood out to me due to its sheer impact.real. l. 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. smell the water.org/TheLonelyStranger http://www.com “I am a 49 year old man who has has a metaphorical pen in his hand seemingly forever. Walkingblind Magazine 56 . it is as if he has found a way to make his poetic style as stable as the unmoving ground we stand upon. It was overwhelming to me . “Deliverance” rings with the timbre of maturity that not many other writers can match.” G.
but I’ve always believed two wrecked halves can make a whole. and the lows are worth it for the highs. but inside harsh-coloured words I found your trembling fears. intoxicated whispers lulling me to a dreamless sleep. (we don’t quite fit society’s ideals. you always liked delicate things the most. that didn’t smile enough to deserve yours. you traced my lips with dry fingers. and the tears are worth the smiles. you will forever be the boy that broke me. creating melodies only we could hear. you were delicate in ways only I could see.Dropped Dolls i.) v. (sometimes I think you like delicate things just because you can break them. (I wouldn’t have broken you. when I asked if you regretted me. kissing you was like inhaling heroin. like sparkling rubies in his palm. your rose-petal lips screamed that you were stronger.) Dropped Dolls by Jessica Moulaisson 57 Walkingblind Magazine .” (you always said things were prettiest when shattered.) iii. rolling over my spine. you breathed in my sea-glass ears when I asked you if that was why you chose me. “at least you’re pretty. like porcelain dolls. but my question was more than rhetorical. you simply smiled and held my frail hands. even if God himself had offered me the galaxies. bedside secrets. why you picked me out in a crowd of empty bodies and rosy faces. with spider-web eyelashes and piano-key fingers.) vii. and I will forever be the girl that wasn’t good enough.
and the way that she expressed herself. I believe it is about loving and honoring yourself first. learn it. Jessica’s verses will lead you into a parallel universe where you can experience a new world with her art as your guidelines. she writes. A lesson that takes years to learn lays beautifully encapsulate before you. The piece “Dropped Dolls” can be interpreted in several different ways. her passion for art was strong. and believes her love for the arts will be carried throughout her life. and with that outcome in mind. She cannot see herself without a pen or camera in hand. embrace it. and the pain of loving someone who only treats you poorly and keeps you for all the wrong reasons. and keep reading the poetry of Jessica Moulaisson.com “Jessica is a teenage girl living in Canada. A lot of people do not go for romantic type of poetry.” As always we here at WalkingBlind love to feature young up and coming artists and Jessica Moulaisson is no different. Ever since she was young.deviantart. Walkingblind Magazine 58 .Jessica Moulaisson bing-bam-boom. 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. that alone takes a person with talent and a strong connection with those who take the time to read her work. depending on the reader. With a quickly developing poetic style and an ability to make her poetry dance. 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. the tendency to take for granted what has easily been gained. One thing I have come to admire about this artist is that she really understands how the reader consumes poetry.
Like waves. We’re trying to breathe. Your reckless fire is shown. Wear the hurt like a crown. What does your heart sing? Your soul ferments. What we have. Than speaking these words to me.On the Verge of Tattered and Torn Count up your sins – Like you’ll actually repent. Your lies cut us deep. Now we’re in the wrong. Retreat to safer waters. This love’s a physical pain. I have no more passion. It’s all blasphemy. All I have is the confidant moon. On the Verge of Tattered and Torn by Melissa Ushliyanage 59 Walkingblind Magazine . The words you speak. Your own badge of shame. we’re crashing. I couldn’t hold a candle to you. The fire’s gotten cold. Your rhythm’s your own. It hurts us now. I’d rather you dead at my feet. We’re no closer than before. too soon. truly. love. it’s not enough. We’re losing it all. As it lulls me into a false sleep. Our lungs in poison seethe. I’m sick of all the old fights. There’s nothing for us anymore. The eleventh hour strikes. The remedy’s gone. You’re an awkward beauty. Your perfect guise falters. Let your crimes dissolve. And you are now absolved.
Of giving in to hate. I am my own eulogy. Lying to the mirror. I am valued and worthless. This foreign concept of letting go. Likens me to my heart. Clutching to the past of my wreckage. I am god's divine messenger. My thoughts escape me. Eulogy by Melissa Ushliyanage Walkingblind Magazine 60 . Desperate crying. 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 a portrait of myself. I am a soulless monster. Holy savages. Torments me.Eulogy A proverbial twist on my human mind. Is my internal infliction. My disillusioned ego berates me. I am bound to feign deceit. looking at a wounded sky. My conquered grievance.
she's a first year student hoping to get a degree in both English and law.org/xxblack_out “Melissa Ushliyanage hails from Ottawa.. raw emotion that flows from the pores of every letter speaks to you.” The first thing that comes to mind when reading Melissa’s work is.Melissa Ushliyanage www. At 18. but sting. Though sometimes the highly visual flowered verses are adored. She enjoys cheesy romance movies.. 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. helped get out the emotion and move on. On the Verge of Tattered and Torn was written in a moment of hurt. The intense. the poem is a glance of who I was. How can you not be utterly intrigued by an artist with that kind of ‘lets get it done’ attitude? 61 Walkingblind Magazine . the glimpse of who I could be. and she will never say no to a white chocolate mocha. Canada. It was a pain I wasn't sure how to deal with. knocks its readers off high horses while granting them time to heal. hard hitting. Melissa's writing is often pulled from painful passion. whatever that might be. with words that hope to find something beautiful.writerscafe. but writing was the cure. telling you of the story its creator fashioned it to display. 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. there must be a point when the audience wants direct pieces that don’t prance. Eulogy was written after reading countless scenes about people at funerals. The two poems of hers that are featured here bring reality to our kitchens.’This is what writing is all about’. walking around during the middle of the night.
is death.The Rain Trails of tears drip down the towers built up from man’s oppression. is life.Without pleasure. In life. In life. Filled with a lack of solids. Without pain. Love can feel so hateful.And yet can seem so detrimental. 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 silence the only living thing in this world? So tangible.Their bricks laid in quick succession. no soothing rain. The Rain by Samantha Puchlerz Walkingblind Magazine 62 . No happiness without strife.so gentle. there’s no pleasure. life can feel so stolid. no pain. In context. And without the storm.
The mockingbird’s dead. Not a Color of the Rainbow by Samantha Puchlerz 63 Walkingblind Magazine . Sways in 3/4 time To the actions of men Falling far out of line. The acacia’s golden. Paled in Death’s hue. Violets are blue. The lilacs are graying “Black Prince’s” fall down.Not a Color of the Rainbow Roses are red. A child’s an old woman Grown in an eye blink. Poppies breed crimson. Martyred for living In a white world. Carnations are pink. colored brown.
She will be attending the Berkeley Conservatory of Music with guitar and voice her specialties. Samantha is currently seeking a recording contract and has won several live competitions for her style of music along the way.Samantha Puchlerz http://taishikanakerashii. 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. 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. Now at 18 she pursues a career as a professional musician in the metal genre. We hear she is also looking forward to sampling some of the great and varied cuisine that a trip to New Orleans affords.deviantart. 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.com “Samantha is a vocationally trained graphic artist and an impassioned writer. painting. drawing prolifically and even sculpting on occasion. Samantha is very active in the arts. playing several instruments. 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. she has literally produced thousands of designs for the industry since the age of 14.” Walkingblind Magazine 64 .
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It's tearing yourself open and analyzing all the parts and saying. I don't. and if that's unacceptable to you. The fragments are just fragments and the whole is worth so much more than all of this. 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. so don't you dare let me in.they're operable when I’ve figured out the source of the fault. this isn't right. They're able to be amputated and they're removable and I can neutralize the poison. and it's a battle to back down every time. I know what it's like to suddenly trip and stumble over yourself and to think. then I don't need you (you never mattered anyway). 67 Walkingblind Magazine . I was never meant to hate myself this much. It's those little fragments of life gone wrong which change everything. I was never meant to regret so much. 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. no: no. then I win . too. 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. This viciousness that's ingrained itself into my character: this was never meant to be me. as deeply ingrained and as poisonous as they are . I was meant to sparkle. 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. It’s the fragments of the things that shouldn't have happened that broke me. I realize. 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. faceless people who judged me simply because everyone else did. 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. and they've shown me theirs and I constantly have to remind myself: do not do it. don't you dare show me your weaknesses or your flaws. not any more. things that don't just get washed out of the character in the shower. But here's what I’m hoping: that I can become my own surgeon. is myself . because the fragments.and that's not right. this isn't who I was supposed to be. I can destroy someone .Livvy Carson Fragments It's the fragments that matter.because that's what I’ve been taught. that's who I am. 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 was never meant to ache like this because of all these things that just won't go away. 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. but I don't. that this is all just a competition. all the second-guessing you've ever done) and say. 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. no: I do not want this to be my life any more. I used to be scared of the dark: I was terrified. It's those little fragments of life which you chose to move on from which shows who you truly are. That's gone wrong somewhere along the line. that's wrong. 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. all the hate from all the fights. 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. The only thing that scares me now. do not hurt them. 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. I will destroy you if I’m backed into a corner and the corner is only exists in my imagination so it's inescapable.I can destroy anyone.
be it out of necessity for social. "I wrote Fragments after having coffee with one of my friends and a long-winded discussion about my history. and moreso. 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. Despite her attempts at maturity. and a lot of it has been terrible. physical or mental security . I believe it's something a lot of people can relate to. music. It's been colorful. but who I am now is not who I was . and a lot of what I have done reflects both of those things. visual arts and theatre." Walkingblind Magazine 68 . travelling for both secondary and tertiary education and is currently studying for a degree in Psychology.and most of us will later come to regret bowing to the pressure.Age: 19 Short Bio: "Livvy Carson was born and raised in a rural area of New Zealand. It's about fighting for something better. She is passionate about all literature. But Fragments is also about knowing that you can fix yourself: you can diffuse the insecurities. which I hope I've finally learned to do. or the memories. she is a blatant adrenalin junkie with little regard to her personal safety. and all the little pieces that are now leading me to rectify such faults in my personality. and build a better life for yourself . and everything else can be so beautiful if you just let it.and who I am now is not who I will be. Fragments reflects this: all the little pieces which led me do things I now regret. or how to achieve world domination. as many of us have felt obliged to do things we'd have otherwise not done.
smothered in cheese. I smiled and proceeded towards the seat. Arwa. 'Thank you.' he murmured. For a second or two. Since our parents were co-workers. allowing me to play my version of his 'Chrysalis'. I found out he's in Lahore studying music like me. ones I can never forget. I guess he smiled. While I was sitting. to his least expectation and utmost disapproval. When it ended. I could hear an incessant tune from around. Fate intervened and I had to travel back to Pakistan when my grand father died. eh?' he winked again and reminded me of the little boy I used to play with. I marveled the caricature that hung in front of me and kept poking my knife in the cutlet. 'Maybe not. As I started understanding his message. I was thrilled.' I answered. Omer. It tells me what I am yet to become. I looked at him in awe.' 'I do too.' he got up and came over to me.Arwa Shahzad Chrysalis I sat there in the abandoned restaurant. 'Fine. 'The piano.' 'Okay. happy?' he raised an eyebrow and a tremor of smile seized his lips. 'Play that piano for me.' he said. Time was running short and it was getting dark outside. we discovered we had a similar taste in music. his Adam's apple loitering as he did. Mine taught me just 3. 'Academically. madame?' he grabbed my hand and like a gentleman. I leaned against the case. our friendship blossomed. 'I call it 'Chrysalis'. Yet to become after tonight. 'I won't disappoint you. Being a virtuoso.' I mocked and we both laughed out aloud. the song of our childhood together. he sighed and looked up at me like a young. grabbing the attention of the waiter who cleaned the table next to ours. One day.' I smiled back.' he winked as he poured himself some water. Fortunately while I was doing my Bachelor's degree. It brings back old memories to me.' he smirked and sat down. A couple of days upon my arrival. I always found him around. I'll go first. Not until I noticed a faint shadow on my right. What instrument are you skilled in?' 'Every one of them. His eyes twinkled in a very naughty manner. 'Just be patient. 'But let us not be uncouth and insolent towards the art we admire. 'Oh! Very munificent of your teacher. 'Are you not going to order anything?' I questioned. particularly when no one was supposed to be. clearing and making room to rest my elbows. The first time I made chocolate mousse. I prefer flutes. 'I think they don't even let you touch it. I sighed heavily. innocent child. He cleared the seat with his hand and invited me to sit. things changed.' he whispered. 'So how are you? It's been such a long time. is my favorite part.' Then his fingers began to trace a path on the keys. Then I looked at him. I watched him as he gulped it down. silence surrounded our auras. She's making music nowadays. 'Not hungry. So inevitably. He smiled. 'This. wow.' he pointed towards the large instrument at the corner. little girl who sang Barney songs with me!' he said. led the way to the piano. I thought. 'Gosh I barely reach our shoulders!' He laughed as he sat in front of me. as if he heard me. I mean all I remember is a fat. I'm still a graduate. 'Yeah well. Things changed however when I turned 13 and moved to Istanbul and our families completely lost contact. Omer and I grew up together in Islamabad. Competition. I enamored his music more than he did and felt I had been listening to it for years. He continued smiling until he realized I was awkwardly blushing. 69 Walkingblind Magazine . Then he began again. He ceased. 'Not as good as the little Beethoven does. arms akimbo. listening and dancing to music.' I made an excuse. putting down the goblet. has the little Beethoven mastered the art of music already?' I mocked after a few minutes of obvious silence. anxiously waiting for my partner to arrive. while watching a children's musical show on TV. There are so many memories I shared with him. 'So. Though we were not much of friends. 'Besides.' he said. 'Heyyy!' I exclaimed. 'I'm so glad to see you!' he finally said. 'Ordered the food already?' I stood up to greet him. that I had ordered a few minutes ago. He stood there. here it comes. we always showed up at each other's places. as he lightly played his melody. 'So am I. Heard me understand his message. We played Ludo and Monopoly and Uno and he keenly cheated in them all. I kept doddling with my cutlery. I have revered it from the beginning of my learning. my mother told me Omer wants to meet up. he spat it all out in front of me.' I put my plate aside. I smiled at the thought. smiling his childhood smile. I was disgusted to hear how incompetent the musician was. as he made place for me to sit next to him.
blogspot. The love of music and the art of love transformed my thought in this piece of writing.writerscafe. being the food of love.org/arwashahzad and http://arwashahzad. I read and write avidly. I am so unique.com What motivated me to write the featured piece was music.Age: 16 Short Bio: I'm a college going student from Pakistan. Nothing about me is particular. play table tennis. sketch and enjoy Latin music. I wrote this story while giving my GCE English Language exam an year ago. This story 'Chrysalis' is based on the fact how music. Music has always inspired our lives. Most of my works can found on http://www. just like everybody else. Walkingblind Magazine 70 . slowly rebuilds the affection between a young couple..
spiraling you into a whole other world? Or do you only see blackness. able to think. Phoenix Dream Catcher To be a dreamer. can you see it? Do those tiny dots of neon color swirl around and around. At least I can dream about it. chased by monsters and villains but saved by the most perfect man that could ever exist. to be a dreamer. because saying I’m not scared of falling is totally different from actually being it. can you see it? a world that your unconscious self walks. even if I tried. I have never stopped dreaming. to gaining knowledge of the way things work. starve me. make me rich. 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 be a dreamer. I don't care. you must always stop falling. even to themselves. because they offer a vision of a different life. I won't even stray within a few feet of the edge. With the facts of science and mathematics pounded into my head over and over and over again. Close your eyes. to be a dreamer. but the ones that really matter. Because for me and my soul made out of spider silk and stardust. because even if I fail in reality. but the truth is. Then I can look down. but I just so happen to like where I am right now. but see only white puffs of liquid nothing that block my view of that earth that pulls me away from the constellations. I say that I’m still not sure. sleep with a dream catcher dangling by your head so that when you wake. piercing through those fantasies that are really. the clutter of life and the constant burden of reality have worn them away. standing at the top of the skyscraper. challenge me. just so painfully impossible. be able to tell the difference between nightmare and reality with only the slightest touch. make me laugh. I don't care. know the pain of reality and its painfully apparent differences with your daydreams. lies are like spider webs. and know that the two can never be one and the same. But I would die for these escapes. I’m still scared of heights. scarred too badly by reality that all hopes of dreaming are hideously done away with? Sleep now. which only stands on the weak bricks of memories. I still want to be a dreamer. When I grow up. really. that is enough. can you see that? My dreams.K. When I’m asked what I want to be when I grow up. though. the imprints of my writing were still embedded in the next sheet of paper. though. destiny. you can gather all your bad dreams and turn them golden.H. or whatever the hell's out there. only to find that they could never ever be true and crumpled the paper up and shredded it and turned my back on it. 71 Walkingblind Magazine . But if I did fall. They say I should get my head out of the clouds. especially if wellwoven. strangely resilient. but there is no limit to how high someone can fly. able to breath and eat and walk and sleep and dream then to life. Break my heart. at least I can dream a parachute saving my life. the hammers of the textbooks beat the nails of the facts deep into my mind. all I want is to still have the capacity to dream. the ones that give me hope and keep my love for fantasy alive are the ones that I can't forget. fate. don't be afraid to fall. not even after the day I scribbled down those dreams furiously onto a piece of paper. so absurd and different from earth that it is my favorite place in the universe. So as long as I am alive. and people tend to tell lies. 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. you can throw anything at me. To still be able to close my eyes and weave the shining dream-threads together to create a world of fantasy. most dreams are forgotten within a few minutes of awakening. but still easily ripped away by a human hand. because you should know that at some point. But that doesn't mean to stop dreaming. But there is a sacrifice to growing up. if only to console their uneasy souls for a short while. a brief respite from my real one. they're fading. because when I looked back at my desk. 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. what I would give to live the lives of the heroes in the books. At night. I can always dream that I have succeeded.
no matter what the books say. I’m not sure if I’m scared of the falling. 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. of course. I have told myself that this is enough for me. I just exist. But love won't fix my problems. and in response. for once. I plead you to help me. but I can tell that you're trying to read me. my frequent laughs of the day don't make a life. I can't say. and that half of my smiles are miles from reaching my eyes. Somehow. You ask me how anyone. for once. maybe both. can actually sense it. I tell you that I’m not. I tell you this because it is the truth. for fear of falling into a pit. I laugh. I can never win. But that question of desperation never leaves my mouth. and I like safe. or just the embarrassment that will follow it. and the smallest comforts that the day comes with. until you. because I’m absolutely terrified of bruising that pride that I hold so dearly to me. and that's right: you shouldn't. so I don't lose. of what. and for the first time. and the truth is right . never mind admitting it to you. but how? how do I? I’ve spent all the years of this life huddled in the shadow of my limited knowledge of life. Just for the sake of enlightening (or maybe comforting) you. I’m just terrified. not mockingly. I tell you that instead of living. I think it so hard because I know that no one besides me knows my thoughts. Because of this. I am prideful. something that you have never told me as earnestly as you do now. because this is safe. for what do I smile for? In response. I tell you that at night. despite my flaws and my phobias and my pride. I am prideful. but maybe you can. All those lies I have told myself. I don't venture farther than the things I already know. I love to win. 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. I am left with the one thing in me that I can always count on: pride. so where does that leave me? I admit to you: I’m scared of living. so I just stopped telling people. I am able to bring it down. especially me. No one ever does. I have a smaller chance of being wrong. I’m pounding my fists against that wall in my head that's keeping my from asking. but at the same time. I am prideful. but I try to never gloat because I know there might be other people like me. But I think it. 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 love to be right. they're all wrong. Before I can let my most primal instincts stop me. but not nicely either. I don't live. why? because of my pride. one human. so with them. that includes you. I tell you that you still can't hear that half of my laughs are fake.and hey. Walkingblind Magazine 72 . Between the destruction that night brings to me. I can never be humiliated. I hate to be wrong. but I’d rather give you a generalization because with them. and I open up my mind to you. when I tell them about how I feel. without those risks. that person who took me and held me. You look at me in a way that tells me that you don't know what to say. 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. my desolate tears of the night don't make a life. You. my dreams are conquered by nightmares of losing the ones I love in the worst possible ways. if nothing else. I tell you that I love you.Pride I’m not bipolar. I don't take risks. I cry into my pillow so no one but me can hear the sound. I tell you that I release all the feelings I don't dare release in front of anyone else. You wonder why in the daytime I’m all laughs and smiles and a never-ending supply of happy. darkest. comforted. I hate to lose. but this time. I give you one of those rare true smiles I have a limited supply of in my heart. just enough for me to survive. Your eyes are blank. you ask me what I’m thinking about now. you tell me that you love me too. I tell you something else. which has never been enough for me but I’m just so scared to go beyond that. and I am. as if your eyes could pierce into its very depths. 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. you are not shaken. those two sides of me can be squished and pounded together into one person. but really. can be just so filled with cheer and for what. you know. but somehow I always find myself being stuck with maybes. that I repeat my deepest. I open my mouth to ask you that one thing I’ve been wanting to ask you from the moment I met you. in fact. because with a risk comes the chance of losing. but I can never admit that to myself. as bubbling with joy as others may think. because that always silences you long enough for me to take a moment to think. and as if you.
because I need someone to teach me. we'll make mistakes in life. free air is wonderful and fills me. She loves anything fantasy with a passion. I'm breaking out of my shell. though. so that if I do fall (oh God. rule out many possibilities that exist in a small child's whims and fancies. among which includes our ability to imagine.H. "because sometimes such things don't have a clear definition. like everyone must. and is an absolute Lord of the Rings fanatic. I reply. Science and math. but with your hand in mine. The bottom line is: you're going to face barriers on your way to success. we tend to lose many things. but we have to learn to brush off our knees and keep going. I don't drag my feet. But taking such a gamble is necessary if one is to live his or her life to its fullest. What the narrator of this piece is trying to say is to never stop imagining. Keep an open mind. only written word can truly describe. There's a life waiting for me. but you recover quickly. But for me. leading me outside and for the first time I see the sunset as a blooming rose of color. We begin to walk. unex- plored world. It takes courage and determination to bring down the walls in your own mind. but it can also render someone easily embarrassed. On "Pride": A common attribute among people is pride. and therefore afraid to take a risk. which can affect someone positively or negatively. Just remember: what is impossible now may not stay impossible. but instead. Phoenix is a fourteen-year-old dreamer with an imagination that she sometimes takes too seriously. you grab my hand and pull me up. Taking that extra step in life to achieve everything can be frightening back it may involve the risk of losing everything. a way to soften the harsh blows of reality. our loved ones can help us along the way. I’m only a little scared. but searching in the deepest corners of my mind. It's about dreaming and how as people grow up and mature. with the answer: living. You don't respond through words. I can't believe I’m doing this).You look surprised. you turn and smile at me. sheepishly. my head is held higher than I have ever held it before. writing is everything I can't say out loud. but many become blind to them. Sure. dreaming can be an escape. I find that I don't want to. and it only lodges in my throat for a split second. but sometimes that barrier is you. And oftentimes. It can give someone the confidence that they are going to succeed. 73 Walkingblind Magazine . and the taste of fresh. my eyes have opened to a blunt. Help me to live. Sometimes. I’ll have someone familiar to bring down with me. there is no such thing as a worthless life. It's taken from a deeper level of my mind that. and one on a world that has no limits to its possibilities. someone's hand to hold while I learn. their sight shrouded by what they have been taught about the real world. don't be afraid of believing in the nonexistent. and the hope of finding it makes me smile (genuinely. I bury my head into your shoulder. I swallow my pride. and now. you ask me what I need help with. we have to learn to swallow our pride and take that risk." On "Dreamcatcher": This piece is about living two lives: one on Earth. I can't turn back now.) Age: 14 Short Bio: K. I believe. things that involve straight facts." she says. for some reason. "I can't say exactly why I write. that our childhood dreams and fantasies follow us our whole life. not a splash of sky-blood on the dimming daytime sky.
when all faculties converge to capture a fleeting reality.To photograph is to hold one’s breath. -Henri Cartier Bresson . It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.
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may get a close–up of a different nature. Possibilities II By Michelle Carrel Possibilities By Michelle Carrel Stretched and Shreddeds By Michelle Carrel 78 . to breath life into a print you must visualize it even before the exposure is made. for a moment in time. stop and ponder the smallest of universes adorned with alien like elaborate matrixes and structure is shear pleasure. but I believe any art in which you are forced to read an entire book on.T o o see the world in a grain of sand. and to see heaven in a wild flower. To live the life of the photographer you have to be in love with the medium. photography etc. The first day. We caught up with Michelle in a brief email interview so we. 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. sculpture. Here is what Michelle had to say. I didn't know the first thing about photography. I never read a page of that book! Sure. has allured photographers and viewers alike since the birth of the art. To get in close and lose oneself in this incredible world. the school had quite a few classes to choose from. My first semester of my sophomore year. and were told we should read the first chapter. Michelle how did you get into photography as an art form? When I was in high school. 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. but to make a close-up truly magical you must first not only visualize but have great vision as well. drawing. in my opinion. I took the photography class. the only classes I found any joy in were the art classes. and eternity in an hour. hold infinity in the palm of your hands. where even the most familiar takes on otherworld-like qualities. we were given a book about photography. -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. ceramics. who are on the receiving end of her talented creations. To. Although Michelle would probably not call herself a visionary in her approach to the art form.
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Wither By Michelle Carrel isn’t art anymore.... and it takes finesse. About six months after that.. so I looked around at local colleges. I had a very good teacher. then in advanced photography. I decided I couldn't learn any- thing further from the high school photography department. and not having enough money to pay for the materials had to drop the class to look for employment. and due to my lack of access to a darkroom. Did you take up photography there too? I enrolled in the beginners photography" course. and I loved it for that. and have fun while doing.. a week into that class however.. I lost my job. Photography is a very gentle medium. Art should be something you can do limitlessly.. I began to take pho80 Growth By Michelle Carrel .. It was art mixed with a subtle hint of science. I chose Johnson County Community College. I got a hold of a decent digital camera. 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. My senior year.. Thankfully. and unspoiled chemicals. something you do to express yourself..
there were 3x more bugs than I usually have to deal with in such situations. and help people look closer at beautiful things they would usually overlook.“To me. “I remember originally thinking digital photography was an abomination. in the two or three years that I've been in the online art scene. and this was taken out in the country. I was snapping away as fast as I could... God. Now that I think about it. What is it like for you in the field? Once.. trying to get the least amount of bug bites as possible. photography represents a window to the way Ii see things. You can find more from Michelle onOut-Shine II By Michelle Carrel line at: http://aforadultery. they laughed their ass off. I have seen millions of photographs on Flickr and Deviantart. I'm sure if anyone saw it. Her work is amazing and we recommend you see more of it for yourself.” Spikes By Michelle Carrel tos with that.. After I got about twenty images. I'm simply trying to share that view. but can't say they inspired me much...I usually have to do this on every outdoor shoot I go on. Anyway. I just loved the fact that I could post-process the images.” I've been addicted ever since.com/ 82 . and those are the artists who inspire me the most today. while I was making the image something and shredded. it was choosing the easy way out.deviantart.. I was standing in knee high grass with huge bugs swarming all around me. therefore.. I ran away like a little girl. sure I have admired the work of other photographers in the past. 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. was I wrong. while also trying to get a clear shot. It was a particularly humid day.. but I don't think I could ever go back to only film. However. What equipment are you currently using? I use a Sunpak PlatinumPlus 6200DX tripod. Film photography has it's advantages still and I miss it to death.. 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.
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the all encompassing world of photography is innate. allowing us the freedom to create spontaneously. To these special human beings. it’s a gift and while you can nurture a talent. it’s just in the blood. and you know who you are. they seem to have just been born in the know! Talent is neither learned or taught.Beelitz VIII by Mind Cage he photographer Edward Weston once said “Consulting the rules of composition before taking a photograph. once learned. there are also those who are just born with the freaking photographic disease. are implemented without wasting time in thought.” To the professional practicing photographers these laws. 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. They become second nature akin to that of bipedalism. they T are a way of life. is like consulting the laws of gravity before going for a walk. visualize and capture the perfect moment in time to many comes in a fashion very similar to the way we learn to walk. The free flowing ability to frame. it Urban Photo Exploration Walkingblind Magazine 84 .
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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. 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”. I’ve learned all ploring the urban landscape photographically. There are many influences but I art and he’s only been doing that a very “ ” Walkingblind Magazine 86 .Dead house III by Mind Cage must be pre-existing to do so! Now I’m am short period of time. 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. 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. make such images too. Currently excamera [Canon Eos 350D] and started to experiment. 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. but let’s let Mindture debate and wax anthropological ad Cage himself tell us the rest of the story. nauseum. that would require open mindedness.
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The atmosphere at these places is so amazing and I always try to capture the bizarre and dark atmosphere within my photographs. 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 love the monochromatic look and it also strengthens the play of light and shadow. I work very properly and I always have the finished picture in mind when I push the release of my camera. The post processing is also very important – it’s never the naked photograph out of the camera. I never take pictures only to take pictures. ” Beelitz XIII by Mind Cage Walkingblind Magazine 88 . I’ve always tried to develop my own style and look of my images.Beelitz solitude by Mind Cage can’t tell exactly who was the biggest influence. but I’ve never tried to copy a particular look or style of any other artist. I want to make history visible … combined with a strange feeling of abandoned atmosphere. 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 don’t have any education background corresponding to photography. 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 al- . Also. It’s always a kind of roulette. 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.lenses [Canon. 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”. as I’ve stated I’ve learned all by myself. To find the abandoned places I shoot. I will say I’ve got my workflow down and I am normally finished with a single image within 30 to 40 minutes. Its quite complicated for me to describe all my processes and for every motif as it varies for each one. spend hours and hours of research on the internet before we take one single picture. as I don’t do this alone. 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. Sigma. I and others.
The uniqueness of his style creates an unforgettable ambiance that leaves the viewer wanting to fall deeper into the mystery of this photographic journey.“Atrue photograph need not be explained.de Walkingblind Magazine 90 . nor can it be contained in words” -Ansel Adams Cinema Strange II by Mind Cage ways use Photoshop for post-processing. the end results speak loud volumes for the themselves.mindcage-fotodesign. However complicated the process may seem. Normally I’ve got up to 20 different layers before a single image is finished. To find out more about Mind-Cage please visit his website at: http://www. We at WalkingBlind hope to see so much more from this artist in the future.
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EV Walkingblind Magazine 92 . without vision to see beyond their worn and darkened surface. amidst steel rail and infrastructure. they remain only a rage upon the land. there are the distant stacks of the industrial revolution. an eyesore to be dealt with. 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. What was produced here. a faded muscular silhouette dissolving into the landscape. 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.S omewhere deep in the Russian countryside. but to others a choice few with clarity of sight they are a true work of art. Finding beauty in the patterns of decay. 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. They rust in eerie silence! To some. some still scream feed on demand while others have fallen silent.
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. it was an early spring morning. This 24 year old Moscow resident has an amazing ability to capture the intricate beauty of these brick and steel servants of man.” -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. in such a way that sets his portfolio apart from the rest and creates for us. I looked out the window and there the first time in several months it was Sunday and there was warmth in the air. While we could not possibly scratch the surface of all his art has to offer. Here is just a little more food for thought on Andrey by Andrey himself. a simply stunning body of work upon which to feast. Walking through these deserted places is a good way to mentally 93 Walkingblind Magazine Image by Andrey Alekseev . Image by Andrey Alekseev I remember exactly that moment. the viewer. we sincerely hope however this four page teaser will motivate you to patronize frequently the well stocked pages of his online gallery.
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Some years before. but this rarely happens. it has four pixels and I am satisfied with it. but this was not enough for me. When I make an image it all depends on what is depicted in the scene and mood. My photographs are usually monochrome.com/ Image by Andrey Alekseev 95 95 Image by Andrey Alekseev Walkingblind Magazine . 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.R. If you find Andrey’s work and life intriguing you can find out more here at: dosimeter. its my motivation. I was an artist of computer-art and admirer of H. they may be colored. and I began photographing. I don’t care to participate in exhibitions and am currently on my fifth year at an architectural University. I like the lomography effect in my old Kodak. 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. For me.relax. sometimes. 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. if there is reason.deviantart. Giger but I was also influenced by photographers like Henk Van Rensbergen and Harald Finster. When I make a photo I do not know what will be in the final version.
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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
Why do the latter when you could live forever? "Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime. leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time" . And.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.should read this section again or do an engrossed study on his life and collections. the simple solution is to stay ahead of this time period by developing the maturity of your writing. flexing it like a muscle. 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. William could never have gotten where he is today without the quick cleverness of his coherent mind and the drive to continue his work. Good Luck 101 Walkingblind Magazine . After reading the above paragraph your probably wondering how you can mirror the actions of Shakespeare in your own time. departing. William Shakespeare’s ‘against the tide’ type of writing granted him a pass throughout time. testing what it can and cannot handle. 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.
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painting. or flourish.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. and music are destroyed or flourished! -William Blake Walkingblind Magazine 103 . Nations are destroyed. in proportion as their poetry.
digital art abounds in scads and swarms around us with an electric hum like flies buzzing around meat. 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. 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. 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. in a world so busy that even fast food seems slow and the claxon of automobile horn drones out our evening lyric. Personally. The artist. 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. 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. and to great lengths. meaning those within my sphere of existence.--The Decline of the arts-- mong the maze of mobius distractions. in any venue. Some have. the ideas of people change and with them their mode of expression. 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. ‘Art is dead’ has become their endless mantra and they.” -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. is seen many times by a vast majority as lazy not pulling his or her own weight in society. In this vast oceanic wave of information and electron flow. To A “Art does not evolve by itself. Cut the crap! Is art really freaking dead? To me its pulse had always been strong and tactile. on the contrary I have found it to be alive. proclaimed to this writer that there is no longer a need for the cultured vises of society. is far from the morgue of dried paint tubes and bone hard brushes. I am happy to say. one wonders what has become of the leisure time this Aquarian age was to afford us. able to be sensed beyond even the slightest flutter. recite it with out so much as investigating possibility that it’s alleged corpse may be merely dormant. coming from an age where all that was created had some artistic facet and beauty. 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. From poetry to painting many have been driven to small clusters Walkingblind Magazine 104 . wasting time on pursuits that too many are viewed as less then a respectable living. well and thriving although in an altered state of existence. While the practice of traditional art has subsided to a certain degree. still fogging the mirror and waiting again to burst forth with renewed vitality and direction. 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. 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.
there has never been a shortage of the talent to do so. Writing. cast down and trodden upon in favor of the more cultured master pieces of narutonian fan art splendor. 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. it is voracious. writers however do still abound in this maze of random access memory. without enrichment a society will eventually crumble becoming stale and mundane. is a mystery not unlike Plato's lost world of submerged acclaim. Why are writers shunned and averted in this phenomenon of modern bliss. With no shortage of artisans of verse. 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. the one in my town was no exception! Seems like decades ago. There is on tap. 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. Art and literature spewed forth even at base levels takes on life and breath. to vision with passion and manifest those feelings in some form. when unleashed with tenacity from impassioned pen to tattoo the metastasized pulp of the paper’s flesh. 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. although only a few agonizing months. advantageous and most assuredly to the totalitarian mind extremely dangerous. There is no balance in this phantasmagorical world of counterfeit life. surpassed often times even by fancy pants stick figures of epic proportions roaming the transistorized surface of computer screens. becomes a weapon. hence the feeling of being underground. and adviser. a cold full draft of talented artists waiting to have their day in the sun. 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. when more then any other time in history has the written word been so available. flirtatious. 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. Writers are largely a very overlooked cog in the machinery of the artistic infrastructure of our society. one wonders why they cling to their craft in the hellfire’s of this Nvidia born illiteracy when all seems to be lost. 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. We need to dream. 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 . a lover. Although there is a shortage of the desire to make even the simplest of objects into an art form for everyday use. 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. there is a famine out there but just who is really starving? Without art. 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. 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. My hat goes off to those brave soles who fight to keep the arts alive on every front. The stereotype of the starving artist is not so far from the truth in this barren new flood plain.--The Decline of the arts-- of like minded on places with names that imply they are deviated from the norm.
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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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