Acrylic Pouring Adventure

I decided to try something new, art block has been a struggle lately, so experimenting with new concepts has been a great way to spark creativity. I am excited to try more abstract painting styles in the near future, and I’m hoping some of the final products will make great Christmas gifts for family and friends. If I have any finished pieces of a good enough quality I will definitely consider selling some, if anyone is interested.

This pouring technique left my acrylic inventory dangerously low, so it looks like I will have to order more ASAP. Has anyone else tried this painting technique before? I find the whole process fascinating, and it is actually not a terribly difficult. A little disclaimer though, if you decide to try this at home, make sure you have plenty of space and cover anything and everything of value, because it is VERY messy. That happens to be one of the things I love about it though.

I decided to start this first attempt with simply water and acrylic, about a 40/60 ratio. If you are going to give it a go, the paint has to be super liquid-y for the blow dryer to efficiently spread the paint around the canvas. Overall though, the supplies needed, and the technique is quite simple. Just pour a bunch of liquid paint on the canvas and blow it around until you have a design you like! I found that the less you mess with it, the better. My first attempt went south very fast because I kept messing with different abstract styles on the same canvas, without a plan at all.

This is the one I did on a wooden canvas, I like how it turned out. However, doing this again, I would make sure the paint is well mixed, and I would put my hair up. There are a few times I had to pick hair off of the canvas, which is always annoying.
This is the one my fiancé did, I’m only a bit jealous of the final product. My black acrylic was a bit old and clumpy which made using it for this technique a bit of a bitch. I’m assuming that’s why the cracking is happening on one side of the canvas. I am planning on diluting some mod podge, or other sealant after the paintings dry completely to hopefully preserve the glossiness and shiny metallic bits.

Regarding Science

I know that some of you may lack interest in science, it is something I have been interested in since I can remember. Uncovering the secrets, mysticism, of the world with data, experimentation, and of course the scientific method of theory and evidential proof.

As I’ve gotten older my perspective around science has altered drastically, the idea that you need a degree, to pursue scientific discovery, is something that I think has turned many away from the field and the overall concept of scientific exploration. There are so many opportunities to conduct mini experiments throughout your life. Whether they are purely scientific or otherwise, I find that it’s important to ask the critical questions anyway. I maintain the philosophy that, life in and of itself is a big experiment. Therefore, I find the critical thinking skills so strongly tied to all fields of science an immeasurably important concept to consider in some form, on a semi-regular basis.

In my life, I find science in little things almost everyday, but that’s simply because of my personal interest in the discoveries we have been able to make as a species. What I am trying to say is hard to put into written words, but hopefully you can understand what I’m trying to say. The basic fundamentals of science, question, hypothesize, theorize, experiment, answer… All of these things are also fundamentals of life and self-development.

And THAT is what draws me to science, THAT in turn, is what draws me to life.

I’m currently considering producing some videos, and/or posts, around different topics that have fascinated me recently. These are topics ranging from the development of electricity, and Thomas Edisons’ fraudulence, to the Bush administration and it’s environmental approach that has unfortunately paved the way for a lack of understanding in the US pertaining to climate change and the impact that it could very well have on the entire world in the next 50 years or less, to space exploration, to psychology and it’s inability to create a broad testing system that is accurate for each individual.

As of now, I’m uncertain how to format any of these topics properly, and would have a large amount of further research to do, but let me know if you’re interested in seeing anything like that in the future. I appreciate all of you, and I hope to hear your ideas, perspectives, and opinions!

The Pursuit of Self Education

When was it that we decided learning could only be done in schools? When did we become complacent with our knowledge/ability to learn?

I have been fairly consistent in pursuing my right to continue learning, even though I refuse to take part in the current education system. There is so much information out there, and in this age it is possible to find information on nearly anything in mere moments. I am partial to physical books, however I find the internet remarkable.

I have been at a loss for words lately, which means this blog is the first thing to lose engagement. I call this time of year my hibernation period, in part because this is the time I ingest information much more than I bring any new ideas and/or content to the world.

I’m still here, I’m just pursuing my Life education, which I find much more important than any accolades, certificates, or diplomas.

Does anyone else feel the urge to consume more information at certain times of year, or periods of life? If I starting writing about what I decided to learn every few days, would anyone be interested? Would anyone join me in this pursuit?

I’m currently reading a book I bought at a thrift store a while back for 50 cents. It’s titled, The Best American Science and Nature Writing by various scientists and academics. While the book is from the year 2005, I’ve learned a lot about the development of science, through not only the discoveries themselves, but also the political and social background of scientific advancement. It was a book I was not overly excited to pick up, however, I have been pleasantly surprised by how interesting most of these writings actually are. I may have to look for more current versions of the series after I finish this one.

So, here we are in a world full of information, what are we going to do with that luxury?

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Whisper Sweet Nothings

Let me know how you feel.

Reality is fleeting

And I just need to know how to heal.

PS. Sorry for being MIA, it really is that time of year. I dyed my hair red, went into hibernation, and have yet to find a way to drag myself out. If anyone has any tips or pointers on staying happy in the freezing cold, I could really use any advice. Thanks for stopping by.

Immediate Needs

Things should be clean,

But unseen

Construction of a military sheen

Whether it’s right or wrong

we have needs

Our questions must be answered

is truth important

or is comfort more so

Hold our hand

Tell us it’s going to be alright

Your control lingers nearly out of sight

barricading us from our own fright

You know what’s best

and we just won’t understand

there’s no need to test

because the ego of the few outlives the rest.

Echo by Woodsy the Performance Poet

John is able to elicit emotion through words more eloquently than anyone I’ve ever known. I’ve found his words sometimes haunting, sometimes consoling, hopeful, and dark. The contradiction shadowed only by the truth of it. There are moments of triumph, moments of defeat, and most importantly millions of little moments in between, that can only be captured by a true poet. Someone who feels completely, and knows that words can become a gateway to human connection.

I thought I would share here, one of his pieces, accompanied by a few of my own works, I hope you’ll consider reading some of his other beautiful poems at https://woodsydotblog.wordpress.com

I saw your face this morning –

something I needed,

outside of it all.


I reached out,

years too late to feel your skin,

and felt the echoes of your spirit.


These days,

it is the shadows

and empty spaces

that push me forward –

not quite

a ride or a dance or a dream…

just the last little ticks of nightmare…


falling away.


But here you are,

nestled in blue…


in the surf and the sky

and the morning…

and all of those things I can’t do.

 
Here you are,

filling

this crater of heartbeats

with the echo of yesterday’s screams:


“I’m getting better!”


The one damn thing you needed.

The one thing I did, too.


So did the world that forgot you were there…


showing it something,

everywhere.  


Sometimes, I’m lost here,

just like you,

slicing the world

with a hot steel blade:


“I’m getting better!”


(from this, from them, from you)


Trying

to shove a kinder,

less merciless truth

into indifferent ears:


“I’m getting better!”


(from this, from them, from stuff you say… stuff you do)


The only scream

I have left –

and sometimes,

the only scream nobody hears anymore.


A ghost scream,

throwing out my numbers and my codes,


filling

the crater of my heart

with precious bursts of echo,


like that smile:


always the gentlest

of explosions,

your smiles.


Starbursts

in the bear pit…

tiny factories of bonfire,

sat on the edge by darkness

and

blossoming

somewhere between…


I saw you sadder than before.

You saw me deeper in there too.


You hold some part of me

that’s still far better in your hands,

haunting

all those happy endings

that came scavenging

in your wake.


The truth is,

I’m more at home in darkness now,

whittling your echoes into kindling

and lighting our bonfires

with their own kind of peace…


riding out your faces and your loves


and showing the world

and the lights out of town


just what they say about me.

Painting: Works in Progress

Even though I have been utterly overwhelmed, and sometimes overtaken by anxiety, I’ve made it a mission to keep pursuing art. Pushing myself to pass the boundaries of my comfort zone and create. I’ve been dealing with pesky thoughts about my work not being perfect, or even halfway decent at times. However, I want to keep working at it, keeping bringing ideas/sketches to life, and try to enjoy the learning process.

I’ve also been considering making more video content as well. I bought a camera years ago with the intention of making videos, and have yet to try, for fear of judgement. It seems to be the thing holding us all back, doesn’t it? Fear is a bitch I suppose. It’s unfortunate that a lot of the time people like to prove fear right, rather than take control. I will confirm, I am very guilty of letting anxiety get the best of me, letting doubt be my friend, it’s something I’m trying to work on.

Some days are better than others, and I still have a lot of ideas I want to pursue, the commitment floats around my head, waiting to be picked up and taken seriously. Soon.

How dare you assume I’m human.

I have a few fun doodles I’ve done over the past couple days. I have really been loving everything alien lately, playing with a few different ideas about what that means to me. I’ve found, that when I start to draw on a certain topic, it most likely correlates with a feeling or concept that I’m holding onto in my personal life. I’m still unsure about this one, I have always just loved drawing aliens so it could be that too. Anyway, let me know what you think about these little sketches.

Dragging Myself

I always find it so funny how our moods can drastically change, for no reason at all.

Yesterday morning, I woke up excited to start the day. I was finishing a painting for a local business, and I actually had a lot of fun with it. So there I was enjoying myself, jamming out to tunes, painting to my hearts’ content. I finally finish the painting I spent 6 hours on, I turn the music off, and my heart sinks.

It isn’t because I was sad to stop painting, it wasn’t because I had anymore music I wanted to listen to. It was just like all of the happiness got sucked out of me in an instant.

Fast forward, going through the motions of the day, my mind rumbling through any and all possible reasons to be upset. Then, making up new qualms and anxieties, overwhelming my mind with so much at once.

Anxious. Tired. Sad.

It was like an incessant loop, that I had no power over. Or, I let myself believe I had no power over it. Man, I get so frustrated just thinking about how betrayed I felt by my own mind. I’d been doing so great, feeling so optimistic and hopeful. All it took was a moment for me to do a complete 180 and feel self-loathing all over again. A whole day wasted to negative thoughts and feelings, all of which I most definitely didn’t ask for.

Well, here’s to a new day, another chance.

Hope. Happiness. Optimism.