Noise Of The Underground

In the Woods

2012-01-17T20:10:00.004+02:00

I am the tree that listens.

Reptile

2011-08-30T01:16:00.008+03:00

She spreads herself wide open to let the insects in
She leaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been
She has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin
Seeds from a thousand others drip down from within

Oh my beautiful liar
Oh my precious whore
My disease my infection
I am so impure

Get it

Devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest
Angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress
Need to contaminate to alleviate this loneliness
I now know the depths I reach are limitless

Oh my beautiful liar
Oh my precious whore
My disease my infection
I am so impure

-Trent Reznor

Phobos

2011-08-09T04:38:00.001+03:00

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

The Bene Gesserit Littainy against Fear
from Frank Herbert's Dune

Ode

2011-06-16T05:27:00.014+03:00

We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

-Arthur O'Shaughnessy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnZIDJtRG4I&feature=related

Collapse Generation

2011-05-07T01:06:00.012+03:00

Time is on trial

Generation and collapse

Inside the space of things

A series of inertia

A trial and a time

--Jan Axel Blomberg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LY54HIENlNA

Alone

2011-03-30T19:20:00.013+03:00

Μόνος

Απ' την ώρα της παιδικότητας δεν ήμουν

Όπως ήταν οι άλλοι — Δεν έβλεπα

Όπως έβλεπαν οι άλλοι — Δεν μπορούσα να φέρω

Τα πάθη μου από κοινή πηγή —

Απ' την ίδια αρχή δεν έχω πάρει

Τη λύπη μου — Δεν μπορούσα να αφυπνίσω

Την καρδιά μου να ευτυχίσει στον ίδιο τόνο —

Και όσα αγαπούσα — Τα αγαπούσα μόνος —

Τότε — στην παιδική μου ηλικία — στην αυγή

Μιας πλέον θυελλώδους ζωής — ανασύρθηκε

Από κάθε βάθος καλού και κακού

Το μυστήριο που ακόμα με δεσμεύει —

Απ΄ το χείμαρο, ή το συντριβάνι —

Απ΄ τον κόκκινο γκρεμό του βουνού —

Απ' τον ήλιο που γύρω μου γυρνούσε

Στη φθνινοπωρινή του χροιά χρυσού —

Απ' τον κεραυνό στον ουρανό

Καθώς από πλάι μου πετούσε —

Απ' τη βροντή, και την καταιγίδα —

Και το σύννεφο που έπαιρνε τη μορφή

(Όταν ο υπόλοιπος Παράδεισος ήταν γαλανός)

Ενός δαίμονα στην όψη μου —

Έντγκαρ Άλαν Πόε, 1875

(μτφ. Κωνσταντίνος Κανελλόπουλος, 2011)

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http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Alone_(Poe)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUMD_XMmgEc&feature=related

Blossom

2011-03-05T06:14:00.018+02:00

I want to tell you a story that I know. It is a story many people have told me throughout my life, each of them telling it in their own way. At first I was drawn to the differences in individual variations, but it was within its core that I ultimately found real beauty. In my version the story is about a man, but in some others' it is about a woman.

This man was hungry to know the truth. His recollection would be that from the moment he was aware of himself, the only thing he craved for were answers. His thirst was so pure and deep, that he would look for them everywhere. For years he immersed himself in studying the knowledge of our world, in hope that the answers he was looking for were written in pages long forgotten. In his obsession he grew distant from the world, and felt that neither man nor animal could comfort his tragically frustrated existence. People sought his advice and exchanged money for his skills, and the man accumulated many riches. But the truth still eluded him; in all his knowledge he could not find any wisdom.

One night the man was lost in thought. The ocean of knowledge that flooded his head was in deep turmoil, and he was restless. Tired and unaware of his wanderings, he suddenly found himself standing in a room inside his mansion, of which he had no recollection. In the middle of that room there was a single mirror. Though bewildered by this weird experience, the knowledgable man noticed that the mirror in front of him was a very elaborate one; its area of reflection expanded from one edge to the other, and in the light of that room the mirror felt almost transparent. Reassured by the craftsmanship required to produce such labour of love, the man reflected himself in the frameless mirror...

Standing in front of him was a figure of the same size and shape as him, but he couldn't see himself in it. The man's heart ached with sorrow and tears of pity came to his eyes, blurring his vision. In that moment, all the boundaries of his world became blurred and he could no longer distinguish himself from the man in front of him. With clear eyes, he opened the window to breathe fresh air. He gazed at the stars and felt the cells in his body pulsating with energy. Filled with awe, he opened the door to his rear garden, where a round bed of lilies blossomed in a glorious pattern. He picked one of the flowers to admire its perfect beauty, and in his hand the dying flower sang: Thank you!

In that moment the man was wiser.

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-dedicated to bro, chrissy & william.

Filosofem

2009-11-26T22:47:00.018+02:00

Memorial to the victims

of the Prague Spring (1968)

Some people actually get it.

Some of them are designers.

Understanding

and knowing things

for their true size and shape

and seeing them in their right place

-and not somewhere else,

results in products as meaningful as the concepts they convey.

Designers that have come to realize this have their share in the

responsibility of guiding and protecting the collective unconscious.

Their reward is the form-giving process, whose conclusions

have universal application.

It is impossible not to stand in awe

before the formalization of an abstract concept.

Pure design is immediate and honest,

thus powerful and highly influential.

The artist journeys inwards.

The designer reaches outwards.

Both are equally important.

Decoration is something not to be overlooked.

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Hey, the times we live in are in dire need of a manifesto, right?

Let's make it cool like [the] old skool

...as old as '19-33.

Thanks bro.

Radiator

2008-12-25T16:53:00.002+02:00

Communion

2008-11-03T00:30:00.002+02:00

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E R O S

2008-10-26T19:50:00.002+02:00

Ouarda

2008-10-09T01:45:00.002+03:00

RR

2008-10-03T00:13:00.001+03:00

Vordhosbn

2008-09-25T17:31:00.001+03:00

Halcyon

2008-09-19T19:36:00.006+03:00

Joensuu

what is feasible

2008-09-17T23:32:00.002+03:00

Ghosts

2008-06-07T02:20:00.003+03:00

"Hmm.... let's get to work."

Goals for this summer:

draw A LOT
get an interesting part-time job
learn adobe illustrator

Good news: Next Sunday I'll be travelling to Belgium & then Holland! Long time since I've been abroad & I'm really looking forward to it. Plus, I'll be attending a 2-day killer festival in Brussels with The Dillinger Escape Plan, Meshuggah, Baroness, Amen Ra, Between The Buried And Me & Battlefields... AWESOME!

Update: Would love to sink my teeth into some juicy blood oranges made of silver.

Why So Serious?

2008-05-11T16:45:00.005+03:00

Long time since my last update. Work for school drained energy to work for blog and apparently to write in proper English.. haha (sic). Aaaand since I'm all about jokes today, here's an alternate version of my fictional promo wallpaper for the upcoming Batman/Joker movie. It's for a project at school about making official-looking advertisments and the original version can be found here.

Other than that I must say that the new Genghis Tron album is the real shit that Dillinger just couldn't pull off, every house (pun!) should have a copy.

Tystnaden

2008-03-22T16:07:00.007+02:00

I'd have silence over human breathing ANYTIME.

These days my thoughts have been wondering over Sweden. There is a kind of logic about this country that feels so appealing. A quality of distance clouds my perception of Scandinavian people, but their silent progress and the calm force of the landscapes they tame by their presence fill me with awe. The culture of modern Swedish society has long since captivated me and too many of my favorite artists originate from Sweden; perhaps I should seriously consider enrolling for a masters program in Stockholm or Umeå after I've completed my studies here. Northern climate should definitely be a pleasant change after residing in sunny Greece (sic) for a lifetime.

A local art house cinema in conjunction with the Embassy of Sweden is organizing a festival to honor the recently deceased master auteur Ingmar Bergman. For a week the Athenian audience will have the opportunity to delve into a large part of his extensive filmography and catch a glimpse of his mind through some rare interviews that will be featured in the program.
In the words of Krzysztof Kieślowski: "This man is one of the few film directors—perhaps the only one in the world—to have said as much about human nature as Dostoevsky or Camus."

Static

2008-03-17T03:12:00.006+02:00

A thing that's been bothering me lately is that I can't help forgetting my dreams when I wake up. It didn't used to be like this; I could remember bits and pieces throughout the course of the day, but now as soon as my eyes are open every experience gets left behind. I have to find the way to fix this, better sooner than later.
Troubled sleep even woke me up with a mighty migraine today, but turns out the rest of the day wasn't all that bad: I finally got to see "There Will Be Blood" (*masterpiece*), plus I got to see my name printed in newspaper, accompanied by a tiny version of one of my sketches, which made my folks happy for a while.
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Burn The Past (The Long Road Lies Ahead)

2008-03-07T01:42:00.011+02:00

Quick experimentation in Photoshop, turned out pretty Lynchesque. Well then, cheers to my master.

source photo

From Twilight To Starlight

2008-03-06T02:44:00.010+02:00

Tonight I'll dream of a thousand stars and beautiful explosions;
veils of bright flashes, deafening walls of sound, sea waves curling and crashing upon my eyelids...
Dreams of wise ancient beasts, lush fabrics, past lives...
Dreams of strange lands, of weather and the future.
And tomorrow when I awake, I will remember none of this; and there will be turbulence in my life, for my world will be different.

Traces Of Reality

2008-02-28T23:51:00.005+02:00

Distorted perception, selective memory.
Fragments of time, half truths.

Selective memory, fragments of time.
Half truths, distorted perception.

Fragments of time, distorted perception.
Selective memory, half truths.

Things move backwards.
Like fishes.

No Class

2008-02-25T23:10:00.003+02:00

Today we posed for each other in art class :)
The exercise was about rapid drawing and in order to challenge our ability to capture a person's posture quickly everyone posed for no longer than 5 minutes, fun!!!

It Took the Night to Believe

2008-02-25T02:27:00.004+02:00

My buddy Duke & and I are joining forces to launch a new collaborative art project here on Blogger.
It is called "Blank Page Manifesto" and is based on the idea that each week we will be given the opportunity to compare our different approach on art by handling a common subject, which we'll take turns picking every Sunday.

This week's choice of subject was Duke's and "Murder" is the theme we explored. The painting above is a different coloring of the sketch I ended up using.
Heavily influenced by Stephen O'Malleys artwork for the Sunn O))) album "Black One".

Polynomial-C

2008-02-12T21:32:00.001+02:00

Dedicated to sinners & sweet sins.
Gouache on heavy paper, reference.

(ād-vāns')

2008-01-14T14:36:00.000+02:00

Happy like a pig in shit!!!

The past few days I've gone on an ebay-rampage hunting down glorious retro games for my newly purchased GameBoy Advance SP (ゲームボーイアドバンスSP, Gēmu Bōi Adobansu Esupī).
Should everything run smoothly my ultra-bitchin' collection will consist of the following super-kewl games (Advance titles only):

- DOOM II

- Final Fantasy VI Advance

- Metroid Fusion

- Metroid Zero Mission

- Pokemon Emerald Version

- Pokemon Leaf Green Version

- Super Mario Advance 2: Super Mario World

- Super Mario Advance 3: Yoshi’s Island

- Super Mario Advance 4: Super Mario Bros. 3

- The Legend Of Zelda: A Link To The Past & Four Swords

- The Legend Of Zelda: The Minish Cap

- Wario Land 4

Fucking A.
:)))))))))))

Bornlivedie

2008-01-13T22:27:00.001+02:00

Here it comes again

2008-01-09T23:47:00.000+02:00

December sucked.

Happy new year.

Die Himmlische Ruhe

2007-12-04T15:28:00.000+02:00

Ist die Ruhe vor dem Sturm.

Late starters

2007-12-03T23:53:00.000+02:00

Last week I bought myself some new acrylic colors, along with new brushes (of various shapes & sizes) and a little table stand. Now I'm broke, but happy.

This painting is a portrait of how I think Francis Bacon (the painter) would look like when he was young during the 1930's, shortly before he began creating his haunting works.
(Select works, studies after Velázquez & Van Gogh.)

It is the first prodigy of my newly-bought materials and hopefully there are more to come.

I want my rock stars DEAD!

2007-11-30T22:38:00.000+02:00

Yesterday I was once again furious with Rolling Stone after reading its list of the 100 best albums of all-time and how that magazine's journalists seem to have stopped listening to music since 1979 or something.
Their top 10s always include 4 Beatles albums, 2 Bob Dylan albums, definitely an Elvis Presley and a Rolling Stones album (duh), plus 2 random picks. Plus it's like all the albums in their lists are of the same genre, "best-selling, pseudo-intellectual, mediocrity appealing, rock-ish american-or-british music". Fuck that.
If they don't have the guts to include a relatively new release every now and then, then what kind of journalism are they up to? And how on earth does a zine like that manage to have that large a circulation? Are there so many 50 year old pretentious people in the world (=target group)? Always the same artists on the cover, same article point of view, same lists; hell, that magazine is borderline fascistic!

Kerrang! and Q used to be a solution to this R.S. situation, but I have a feeling they've been getting pretty conformist too lately. WIRE magazine still has great quality coverage on lots of genres, including experimental music and a relatively new magazine, Rock-A-Rolla, has been doing some very serious work covering the alternative rock/metal scene & underground bands.

I totally respect all the great artists from the past few decades for laying the ground for future musicians with such classic compositions, but there's an industry that's been built around them aiming for low-risk multi-million profits, that has been keeping so many talented new artists in their mentors' shadows.

Ask yourself, why haven't there been any true rock stars or pop legends since the '90s (save for a few exceptions)? Haven't the companies been sucking on the Beatles/Rolling Stones/Bob Dylan/Bruce Springsteen tit for way too long? Does our generation deserve "heroes" like Robbie Williams, Britney, Shakira or fucking Bono Mandela?

In the '70s the best selling album was Pink Floyd's Dark Side Of The Moon and in the '80s AC/DC's Back In Black.

In the '90s an '00s respectively the best selling albums are Backstreet Boys' Millenium and Eminem's The Eminem Show....

WHAT THE FUCK?!

Concrète

2007-11-29T23:41:00.001+02:00

Although noise is a random signal , it can have characteristic statistical properties. Spectral density (power distribution in the frequency spectrum) is such a property, which can be used to distinguish different types of noise. This classification by spectral density is given "color" terminology, with different types named after different colors, and is common in different disciplines where noise is an important factor (like acoustics, electrical engineering and physics).

Many of these definitions assume a signal with components at all frequencies, with a spectral density per unit of bandwidth proportional to 1/f^β. For instance, white noise is flat, with β = 0, while brown has β = 2.

Oslo

2007-11-28T23:34:00.000+02:00

There's a certain group of Norwegian musicians that's been making some of the most original & interesting avant-garde music under various aliases.
For anyone interested, here is a list of their most popular works, spanning a decade:

1995. Ved Buens Ende - Written In Waters
1997. Arcturus - La Masquerade Infernale
1999. Dødheimsgard - 666 International
2001. Thorns - Thorns
2005. Ulver - Blood Inside

Padre padrone

2007-11-26T23:03:00.000+02:00

I remember sitting in my living room an afternoon during the summer of '04 when I heard some newscaster announce Marlon Brando's death. Before I even realized what I'd just heard, tears filled my eyes and this ugly feeling sunk in my stomach, the feeling of loss of a dear friend.
I never met the man, nor have I seen all of his movies, but him as Vito Corleone is an image that's stuck in my mind from the very first time I saw the Godfather when I was 8 or something. I've seen that movie n times since then; in it he embodies the ultimate father figure any art form has ever been able to portray. To his children he is the wisest & strongest man of all. Yet we know him to be a flawed and tired man. But that's the way fathers truly are; flawed men, beaten numb by life's everyday struggle, who in the end find meaning in the love and responsibility they feel towards their family. And that's why no god will ever be a true father figure, because fathers are all about making mistakes themselves and about supporting you no matter what you've done.

Perhaps when I heard about Marlon Brando's death I caught a glimpse of the void I'll feel when one day I'll lose my father; and it was mighty ugly.

P.S: Sketch is work in progress. Hopefully a complete version will be up soon. Reference photo.

Aztec two-step

2007-11-25T23:43:00.000+02:00

Darn, I haven't been updating this blog as often as I would have wanted to!
For the week to come I'll try to upload a new sketch every day because I think I've been lazy lately.

In the meantime nothing groundbreaking has happened.
However I'm more than happy to have once again attended a Night On Earth concert, after a long period of missing their shows. They're definitely one of my most favorite live acts and their "In a silent way" concerts are always so intimate and vibrating with energy. Anyone who has a chance to see them live ought to do that.

Work in progress

2007-11-21T23:46:00.001+02:00

I kinda like this one so probably you'll be seeing a better version real soon.

Cheers!

Fountain

2007-11-20T23:34:00.003+02:00

R. Mutt got it right back in 1917.

Fluorescence

2007-11-19T23:28:00.000+02:00

As slow as fucking possible.

#1

2007-11-17T23:11:00.000+02:00

Sometimes getting through the day is the most rewarding thing.

Early spring

2007-11-14T23:29:00.000+02:00

Today I was lucky enough to see some original works by the Austrian artists who formed the Vienna Secession at the end of the 19th century, most notably Gustav Klimt, Egon Schiele and Oskar Kokoschka.
Art Nouveau is definitely my favorite artistic movement and poster art from that era (from Alfons Mucha to the Secession artists) is a huge inspiration & influence.

I cherish the ideas that group of people introduced to the world and the fact that they were the ones who created art out of otherwise overlooked decorative tasks, such as advertisements, exterior & interior design, etc.,that way making fine arts accessible to the wider public.

Living in Austria, Paris or Prague in 1900 must have been otherwordly...

HUGE

2007-11-13T23:48:00.000+02:00

Once more I've gone and left it out again

Once more I'll just have to go back down the road

Well sometimes it feels like I get so carried away
before night returns again

Night returns dissolving all and leaving me no face at all

No field of vision

A faint recall - some sense of a missing thing

The light of ill-ease

The phosphorous bones

The Joy of Trouble

Only these memories

Strike a light - carry me

Once again the joy of trouble generates the drop of gold

Here it comes again, this chiming bloodied field,
where on and on.......

I believe in a place

There's a place so huge

So true that you won't want to run away to the small familiar

Everywhere I go I carry a photo

***

Meine lieblinge Schwester,
genau so fühlte ich bevor ich von dir hörte.
Du bist mein Schatz,
der mich immer von Albträume schutzt und ich liebe dich unendlich.

***

I bring the little children down to see the riverside

While you're away

We catch fire in the sunlight, we catch fire

And as the day begins we sing "Lord have mercy Lord, Lord, Lord,
upon our little souls"

How we love to see these other worlds

We love to see stars come out as soon as darkness falls

Stars come

Between the mystery and the fact
arrives the sweetest fresh sliver of day

How we love to see this other world unfold along the blade

Blossoming as it breaks through the old grey veil

All across my face this brocade is spilling strong perfume

I stand and drink it all in

I take my fill

I'm with the fox and goose, my feet run wild and my tongue is loose

While you're away.

Darko

2007-11-12T21:56:00.000+02:00

There's been a weight on my chest during the past week.
It landed somewhere between my heart and ribcage some time last Tuesday morning, but I was asleep when it happened. I awoke to a dark, Kafkaesque room feeling alienated with my surroundings and overwhelmed by a feeling of infinite sorrow and vanity. My soul felt so miserably vacant that for a fleeting moment I wished for the mattress to swallow me and the blankets to choke me to death.
I recall the very concept of death being so familiar and appealing that morning. My limbs were aching after a two-hour bad night's sleep, cerebral functions where still vague, the air filled my lungs with cold and my depression-possessed conscience was whispering that noone and nothing but failure and fatigue was waiting for me should I choose to carry on with living that day.

I've been messing with my life and my heavy burden is guilt.
The steps I need to take in order to lift this weight off my chest are simple and obvious, but require a kind of dedication and determination I've always chosen to avoid.

It's my fault and that's what kills me, but at the same time I can't help but feel grateful that there is no one else to blame for my misfortunes but me.

I haven't learned from my mistakes, I have not improved and I fear that the time is nigh when I shall pay for the ungratefulness I've shown towards all that I was given in life, especially the enormous amount of time I allowed myself to get consumed by sloth.

Alas!

Supermassive Black Hole

2007-11-11T21:06:00.000+02:00

Check out this amazing video clip by Floria Sigismondi here.

Cheers!

I am Ahab

2007-11-09T23:42:00.001+02:00

So I guess that makes you a dick?

He makes me feel like I am some sort of australopithecus or something

2007-11-08T00:28:00.001+02:00

Today I spent most of the day admiring Matthew Bellamy's compositions and wondering just how brilliant and talented a person can be.

What defines "genius"?

Haus der Lüge

2007-11-06T23:54:00.000+02:00

A child, its parent and the memories they share.
Past-Present-Future
Fade in /Fade out

Communication efforts are futile when it comes to family.
Is there a family that is not truly dysfunctional?

Moments of clarity occur when we least expect them.

O INEVITABLE FATUM.

Pilgrimage

2007-11-05T20:13:00.000+02:00

Today I'm happy like a pig in shit.

Tracking down amazing albums for bargain prices is perhaps my favorite hobby.
Read this and weep:

Pulp - Different Class, 2CD remastered deluxe edition - 12 euros

Tom Waits - Orphans, 3CD super-kewl edition -13 euros

Ved Buens Ende - Those Who Caress The Pale, LP remastered edition with poster, limited to 250 copies -19 euros

...all in minty mint condition :)

313

2007-11-03T23:06:00.001+02:00

The Aphex Twin crashed my stereo!

The Aphex Twin cr/ashed my stereo!

The Aphex Twin cr///ashed my stereo!

.AFX

2007-11-02T23:37:00.000+02:00

I care because you do.

Urza's Sunglasses MT Condensed

2007-11-01T23:15:00.000+02:00

Hey
Nothing to say
Today

There you go, a little poem which I shall now name "Boring Silent Fart", hereafter referred to as "the fucking B.S.F.".

Fresh food for thought people, I'll leave you to it.

Cheerios!

All is not self

2007-10-31T23:30:00.000+02:00

Foreword: I have no idea how I came to write so much for today's entry, but it was cool writing down concepts that were blurry inside my mind, because now they're crystal.
If you care to read it, I'd love to have some feedback on these thoughts; if you don't, let me just sum it up for you: you and me are one, eat some acid and suck some cock.

***

Isn't it amazing, the process of getting to know new people; the stages from being total strangers to becoming part of each others perception of reality?

I believe that this process mirrors a primal subconscious inclination of man, that of expanding the perception of one's self further than the self, towards a collective consciousness. Realizing that one is part of a whole, where each part is unique yet equal towards the rest and where every component is essential to create a whole that is far more superior than the sum of its parts.
This definitely is a very hard concept to grasp, but there are moments when one knows it to be true. At first it's a feeling one can't quite put, but in time it morphs into something very particular in the psyche and attempts are made to rationalize it.

But could it be possible that a person can visualize this concept alone? It is said that people experiencing states of heightened awareness, like those induced by deep meditation or psychotropic drugs like LSD, are sometimes overwhelmed by this feeling of collective consciousness. There have been testimonies of people reaching a state of actually being unable to distinguish what is self and what is not, to the extent where the very concept of "self" becomes abstract and absurd.

What I believe to be an apt example of this phenomenon is how people that look normal in an archetype sort of way are widely regarded as being beautiful or at least appealing.
People who look like they could be anyone(/everyone) actually incarnate the concept of human collectivity in a very direct and powerful way. Those are the people you'll see being casted for clever commercials, or being successful doing jobs that require human interaction, simply because the process of identifying with them is easier on a subconscious level. The same applies to extraordinarily beautiful top models, who aren't only definitions of archetype beauty in terms of proportions, but who are (more often than not) of a very complex descent too (like quarter French, quarter Brazilian, quarter Japanese, quarter anything). The fusion of races in one person of course amplifies the aforementioned effect.
Oscar Wilde's belief that beauty is superior a virtue to intelligence, simply because beauty proves itself instantly, in a way supports this theory, which assumes that beauty is a concept created by a collective intelligence and is therefore superior to concepts envisioned by the intelligence of a single person.

Of course the subconscious perception of collectivity varies from one person to the next due to the very nature of the human kind. This might partially explain the way we individually experience physical attraction towards specific types of people. Perhaps the ones we choose as counterparts are those who best incarnate the concept of collectivity(/unity/one) the way we individually understand it.
It is obvious that many factors determine why we are attracted to someone, but unlike some popular theories this one also offers an interesting approach towards explaining homosexuality as being a truly subconscious (thus inherently inclined) choice, rather than a strictly social (thus conscious) one.
Of course latent homosexuality does exist, but in some cases this too could be broken down to a shifting in the environment that determines what we perceive as collective. For example in the case of a confined environment that is being populated by people of the same sex (like prisons, barracks, monasteries etc.) it could be possible that former heterosexual persons become homosexual due to an alteration of what would best embody the concept of collectivity for them.

Unfortunately I feel too tired to go on with this entry, as delightful as it may be delving deeper into this very interesting subject.
Let me just say how much I'd like to be around when the time comes that we are in tune with one another as a whole. It seems unlikely that that is going to be anytime soon, but when it does happen, it would be then that all wars would cease, because all of us would truly be brothers and sisters and everyone would know them to be futile. And then mankind would explore the endless possibilities of the miracle that is the human body, and explore space together, in peace. And reach divinity as one entity.
I'll let someone else close today's entry for me...

"Today young men on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream in which we are the imagination of ourself... Here's Tom with the weather." (Bill Hicks, 1961-1994)

Fatigue

2007-10-30T22:41:00.001+02:00

I am so tired I can actually pinpoint the location of any organ in my body right now.
Wooden limbs, tangled wire torso and angry insects attacking my eardrums would compose a pretty accurate image of how I feel.
Today's schedule was an aching 9 am to 9 pm backed up by a mere 4 hours of sleep, one (1) sandwich and tall espresso.
I'm not even sure today was useful at all. Like learning something new perhaps.

Huh.

Scar Tissue Bunny Watches The Radioactive Core

2007-10-29T13:15:00.000+02:00

A quick charcoal doodle must suffice for today as I'm stressed for time.
Paper size too large for dumb scanner.

Curious bunny never saw it coming... spell L-E-U-K-A-E-M-I-A kids!

Cheerios!

Rainbow

2007-10-28T22:03:00.001+02:00

I'm back.

By popular demand this blog is once again up & running. A series of unfortunate events (pun intended) admittedly managed to hinder this reemergence for quite some while, but now I feel competent and determined as ever to start this project anew and forget all misfortunes past.
I'll just mention that my computer's main hard disk crashed the day after my last blog entry and bringing my system up to speed again proved to be a tiresome and lengthy process. That's the sole reason behind my abandoning this blog so abruptly and the main one for delaying a follow-up entry for so long.

So, what has changed during these last 52 days since my sudden disappearance?

First and foremost a bold decision was made on my behalf, and that was enrolling to graphic design school. I consider this the first step towards the right direction in my life's path and, mind you, it was not an act of enthusiasm, but rather the only rational and viable solution to a problem that has been boggling my mind for the last 3 years. Wish me luck.

Work has been undergoing some turmoil the last couple of months, which has hurt my wallet a bit. I am currently dealing with the situation and hopefully I'll be out of this rut soon.

This "morning-work/evening-art school" combo has proven to be mighty time- and strength consuming and is the other main reason why my previous entry and this one are so far apart.
Despite that, I'll do my best to keep updating this blog daily from now on.

Meanwhile, there has been a wonderful occurrence in the life of yours truly as a sweet visitor found me in the midst of all this fuss and has been making my days brighter ever since.
This first entry of the rest of my blog is dedicated to whatever the future may hold for us.

Tomorrow!

Intolerance (Ignorance III)

2007-09-06T13:21:00.000+03:00

I was watching Slacker again last night. What a great movie, truly inspiring. And I don't know how it struck me, but that geek's speech about the JFK assassination really made me want to look deeper into the subject, conspiracy theories and all. I'd been wanting to since I heard Bill Hicks contradict the FBI and the Warren Commission outcome during his routine.
Anyway, I heard the Wikipedia call in me and as soon as the movie was over time stood still as I got completely absorbed into Wiki's pages, sucking information.

I am addicted to information.

Turns out the subject remains highly controversial up until this day. No real leads indicate a conspiracy, and Oswald's actions prior and subsequent to the shooting indicate *at least* some implication with the assassination, yet the vast majority of the American people see him as a patsy, a pawn to a greater scheme that is yet to be revealed. However I'm not so sure if a conclusion could be reached with certainty even if all official files on that day were laying on the table, as a series of mistakes seem to have been made on behalf of the authorities and the medical staff during the course of that day.
A researcher would have to go way back and painstakingly gather background information on every aspect of the President's actions and policies, just to make assumptions about his possible foes and their motives, hoping to find leads to hard evidence, perhaps where none are to be found.
The possibility of this extremely important political event of the last century being the act of a single perverse mind makes me uncomfortable, but the truth is that despite the plethora of speculations, so far no substantial evidence has appeared to debunk it.

At least science has managed to clear all doubts concerning the location of the shooter, as Dale K. Myers' Emmy awarded computer animated recreation of the Kennedy assassination pinpoints it to the famous window of the Texas School Book Depository building, supporting the "single bullet"/"lone gunman" theories.
The original Zapruder film can be found here.

Boy, what a century that was.

Back to Black

2007-09-05T02:04:00.000+03:00

A day in the life today. Mostly bad news and predictable human behavior in between. Worst of all my numb reaction to everything.
Except for this blog. I was looking forward to drawing something for today's entry all day long. I'm glad I started it, it was a wise thing to do.

Other than that Amy Winehouse is the shit, I adore her.

Hana-Bi

2007-09-04T00:44:00.000+03:00

First entry, cool!

Hopefully I'll be updating this blog with a doodle or sketch on a daily basis, followed by some thoughts on the day, and perhaps also by some ambitious plans about the near future.
It was a dear friend's idea to create an art blog that aims at quantity rather than quality, so that we could practice our drawing skills more often and quit being so picky about what we publish and what not.
Let's see how that works.

A quick summary of my 10 main goals at the moment (in no particular order), so that you know what I'm writing about in the days/entries to come.
a) be a good boy & not argue so much with my folks.
b) get out more often.
c) fish an idea, write a script, then make a storyboard, then shoot a short film.
d) update this blog daily.
e) stay sharp at work, for $ sake.
f) perhaps study properly for a lesson or two this semester. and pass the German exams.
g) make a decent portfolio and apply for art school abroad. to keep all options available.
h) keep listening to a lot of good music & watching a bunch of good films.
i) restrain my urge to create lists from out of nowhere :(

Other than that today was great for one single reason; it was chilly for a moment there and you could smell it in the air...
Autumn is coming :)