Imaginary People Leaping into Unknown Situations

imaginary people leaping into unknown situations

A wee bit of humor today! ☆lol ♥♪

(click for larger size - it'll open even if the image is strangely absent from this page ;;)))

                                                

Musical creativity promoting creative processes...

Direct link: Jean Toba's Cyb'air, described as 'gascoAmbientoJazzFunk contemporain relaxant.'

* The simplicity of this electronic music with its white spaces is conducive to my inner poetic thoughts. It's not shifting my brainwaves so much as moving with them. How this is I cannot explain. Is this ambient background music or muse to create by? A bicycle pump & air? Too wild for words. And yet it's gentle, opening pathways rather than probing; allowing a strange rhythm rather than imposing one. I like! I like!

Jean Toba writes in his album notes:

I published this album, to answer to many fans demands (2 or 3) and to the heavy request of my dear grandmother a hundred years old who could still not hear the musical treasures of her little jean.. . that's done, I can sleep quiet and my grandmother too.

Cyb'Air or the incredible meeting between a computer and a bicycle pump.

The cover of the album illustrates perfectly this historic meeting !

From this meeting spouted out three sound petals (tocToc berlin and robotGym). This is the little sound bunch I offer you ... It's easier to share than a little pot of butter available to web surfers!

TocToc : it scratchs, it strikes, it is bizarrrre, it undulates, it rubs, it squeaks, it is jean Toba. Berlin is an autumn stroll in Berlin in the early 20 th century.

RobotGym : it is an atmosphere in the way of Fritz Lang's "Metropolis" .

Go on relax and listen!

                                                

Daphne

Daphne, 2009, 8"x11", 21.5cmx28cm, India ink, acrylic, oil pastel on archival paper. Sketch & poem here. Click on image for larger size.

I am happier with this painting now. In it I see elements from different fairy and mythic tales, but she is Daphne. She is composed from my imagination.

Steven said, 'I have only been able to give the picture a quick look.  But I enjoyed a strange chilliness – not in a sense of anything emotionally frigid, but something wintery, something gelid, something in the tree branches that suggested icicles.  And I loved the eyes.  Two such different eyes to have on one face, and both so full of personality.  And the way the tilt of the eyes was taken up by the mouth.'

Yes, I felt Persephone, the onset of Winter, as I was drawing her!
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Here is a little slideshow of the stages of the poem painting (click to go to Picasa for a larger viewing):

                                                

Sunday Morning Sketch

In this drawing I am trying to find something lost. A perception; a route; a way of understanding. From my book of doodle drawings, where I allow myself more freedom, less restraint. A poesis drawing - word painting.

DaphneDragonSeaWoman, 2009, 8"x11", 21.5cmx28cm, India ink on archival paper. Finished painting here. Click on image for larger size.

What is written down the side:
...

In the myth of the Daphne
with the dragon
seed pod and the
pelts in the
water of the
women swimming
tangle of lace
of trees, fur over
bone, sky of Seine,
jungle of painted
wood carved
into the new Aceh, gleaming
city washed by the
tsunami. Do dragon seeds
give
birth to
dragons
or to
dreams?

...

woman who is
the mast who is the
boat who is the trees
around whom the sky

...

There is a closet in the corner of my living room that has a full bookcase in front of most of it. That bookcase has to be emptied, felt strips attached to the bottom along with appliance wheels if they work, the closet has to be emptied, re-organized, bags of clothes collected for the Diabetes association (which will pick up since I don't have a car), and I've left it long enough for the pile to only grow. Today I determined to tackle 'the corner closet.' Only what I really wanted to do was draw.

Above is my simple morning sketch. Having thrown a tidbit to the wildcreativewoman in me (lol:)), now I shall deal with that corner.

Onto emptying a bookcase!