Yes, my blog has been profoundly boring for awhile.

Apologies.

This year has been consumed with schoolwork. I’ve been up to some interesting RL hijinx this summer though; riding motorcycles all sorts of places, using my evil powers to persuade computers and faraway humans to grace me with gifts of legal tender for the purpose of finishing my schooling, and  working to complete said schooling and find good work. Pretty normal, boring stuff, I know.

Where things have gone a little askew is in the way events have been manifesting. When you work with entities that abide by the rules of the sideways realms, you have to expect plenty of high weirdness. And that, friends, has not been lacking this summer. I’ll get up to some more descriptions soon, it being late and me being currently ready to drift off to the dreamtime.

Wade Davis FTW

The Bee.

The floor of the café was hardwood, painted a deep blue-green one might find on the bottom of a dory in Maine. Bowie crooned gently in the background, over the cacophony of the espresso machine’s constricted wail.
Between sips of a perfect Caffé Americano, your attention is drawn to the attractive young woman sitting at the window seat. Her matching yellow tank top and wellington boots provide a quirky, innocent backdrop for the events that unfold as you come to the realization that you are dreaming.
It is almost without realizing it that you become aware of the bee fruitlessly banging its head against the window. Its size is alarming to the bespectacled, sadly combed-over man sitting in the corner. He jumps up and attempts to seize the bee in a napkin, nearly knocking the table over in the process.
A young man with curly hair, a bored expression and a surly demeanor walks in the door. He observes the mélee occurring in the corner and strides over.
The young man’s eyes narrow, his mouth opens wider than you’ve ever seen, and an appendage made of wind licks out like a tongue of cloud, enveloping the bee and bringing back into the young man’s mouth.
The young man grins theatrically at the shocked onlookers and smirkingly walks outside. He sits down at a table, opens his mouth and gently pokes his tongue into the air. The bee, looking bewildered, shakes off its wings momentarily and takes flight, off into the sky.

Crow & Eagle

Day One Hundred and Forty Eight – Crow and Eagle

Originally uploaded by Walkabout Wolf

Not much to say, just love this shot. Easily one of the best and most succinct summations of my current spiritual life I’ve discovered….

-k.

Ennui Is Boring.

abstract willies

Originally uploaded by khephret

This is a piece I did last week in an attempt to get back into the swing of artmaking. This summer looks to be a lot more productive, as I’m trying to get a couple friends of mine to take part in a little project called Sunday Painting, in the tradition of Rousseau and many other French artists from the 19th Century.

WORK IS ART IS LIFE

-k.

Raven.

IMG_8901

Originally uploaded by zuradamv

This painting is lovely. I really love the sigil in the foreground; it’s got a gestural and personal quality that really unifies and anchors the other elements in the work.

I wish I had this work hanging in my living room.

-k.

SSOTBME By Ramsay Dukes

Hells Fuckin’ Yeah. For my homies. The text that started it all.

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Corvus Corax

I knew there was a good reason I was attracted to corvids….
They’re smarter than your average urban-dweller…!

Perception as Art

One of the practices I have been picking up of late is that of working to identify where the various streams of information I percieve originate, and separate them to better understand how my mind edits the information it recieves.

Part of this push to understand for myself how my particular brain assembles the state of consciousness we typically call “ordinary reality” has come from my art practices. I’ve been taking classes in drawing over the last two semesters, and one of biggest ‘aha moments’ for me has come about as a result of doing a great deal of perspective drawing.

I was working on a long hallway drawing outdoors, focusing particularly on getting as many details correct as I could. As anyone who has worked in perspective can attest, the process by which one translates 3D into 2D and works to fool the eye into seeing objects on paper is a tricky one to perfect. I’d never attempted to pull apart the perceptual processes that create depth in a drawing before, and was having a time of it.

I got to a point in the drawing where I had to stand back and look at what I’d drawn and compare it to the picture, drop out of trance and make some adjustments. What I found completely flummoxed me. After spending a few minutes looking back and forth between my drawing and the scene before me, I came to the conclusion that somehow the assemblage point of my cone of vision was about ten feet up and maybe three feet behind my head.

Rather a disconcerting discovery, this was. I have since been informed by one of my other drawing teachers that this is not at all an unusual phenomenon.

Ever since this experience, I’ve been working to gain a deeper understanding of the mechanics of perception by reverse-engineering my perceptual tools…I will be posting more on this subject as I dig deeper and learn more.

Oh hells yeah.

Pop Magic By Grant Morrison.

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