Rather than to have all of my ideas disseminated among the forums, I've decided to assert my coming back to Ag with a brand new thread dedicated to blend my perceptions together. Here, you'll find my pencil art - mostly uploaded and contained in another thread -, my writings and all the such things that gravitates around those, like poetry for example.
Here's my first work for this thread; it was very quickly done, as are most of my English writings. I hope it proves to be good in the end, as I haven't really thought about how it would unfold.
Of a treaty on idealism 1
It starts out as a speck of the infinite firmament, and steadily, it comes down, pounding like the stream of a river against the soaked wood of a waterwheel. Aglow despite being yet alive, it gives an unravelling feeling of warmth and comfort that shakes the cosmos to its inermost core; the universe is as any womb. Without any trace of sentience, it is somehow driven to the edges of reality by a superlative force, like the baby that forcefully crawls its way to escape the uterus, only moving by life's sheer compellin quality. You'd say that its of no interest whatsoever my bureaucratic friend, until it is of any pragmatic use of course. But isn't it the very principle of imagination to create what is not needed? Reason, reflexes and instincts are not part of this magnificent mechanism; they are the components of what we call ''survival''. It's idealism that will save the world! Like the flesh that is given life by means unnecessary for self-survival; so the idea makes its way to the door of the brain without being of any use to pragmatic life, yet it saves the world...
Because there's nothing I love more than keeping my unpopular threads barely alive. Hunting Cubone. Again, old art. I'm thinking about widening my art to scenaries thanks to Roger Dean; he's a big inspiration for me right now.
An old writing I find particularly touching; I'm transfering works from my other threads here.
From the fruitless orchard;
There once existed an orchard of unfruitful bearing. However hard the humans devoted themself, the nurturing was to no avail, for they couldn't make even one of the ever skeletal trees grow the littlest life. As time passed, men practically left the fenced orchard to be what it always was; a deserted graveyard. This piece of land was an enduring mystery, for the trees were leafless and moribund only when part of that unfaithful orchard; the vegetation surrounding the very fences of that hecatomb was lush and diversified. Color changing leaves, ever-green pine trees and proudful oaks provided the adjacent woods with a magnificent palette of vivid hues all year long whereas the orchard only displayed the murky dampness of organic deceit.
Quite ironically, the whole forest envied the orchard. The cadaveric trees, filtering sunlight and wuthering winds with their meager arms, had attention from all. They created pride and conceit out of being specially treated. Narcissitrees? Who could've known?
One day, a little forest tree sprouted vigorously on the very frontier traced by fence. By an enigmatic root tangling, he came to grow in the orchard; vivid and colorful amidst the undead wood. He was the pride and joy of the forest, yet regreted his fate horribly.
How could a world that seemed so exceptionnal from the outside be as empty and dull from the inside? The young tree grew weary of being the healthiest and slowly withered down despite all the care he was given. He became a standing dead, as did all the other vigorous seedlings before him in this place of luxurious fame.
You pay for what you get, why not enjoy what you got that you didn't pay for?
Some things I'm working on the moment. Octohand. Potential caracter for the Philemon comic. Oh that's right, you Englishmen wouldn't know about that heh...Now every pun I could make won't ever reach target *Grumble*. Octohand didn't make the cut for the comic, sadly.
I'm taking a serious liking at drawing surreal lanscapes these days, plus it's all new for me so naturaly, it's quite fun. Useless to say, Roger Dean is quite a big inspiration for me at the moment.
Nice. I really like Octohand. I love how your drawings are always so rich and dark.
Thanks, that's the first time I had that comment. Sadly though, the darker tone is essentialy created by photobucket's auto-fix option. The originals are not as dark since they are pencil drawn; here it almost seems like they're inked somehow. I took a habit of auto-fixing my drawings because paler pencil traits tend to vanish when numerised by an average scanner.
Your art is awesome, but i feel like you should do a piece and not just sketches.
Yeah, I always had trouble fulling a whole sheet with drawings. Now that I'm taking interest in landscapes though, it may be easier fore me to do so.
D: Nooooooooooo. Some people are just gifted and you are one of them mi amigo. My request is still for color. Only then will you be a super great artist.
