dark am i, yet lovely, a lily among thorns, majestic as stars in procession

dark am i, yet lovely, a lily among thorns, majestic as stars in procession
WHY DESTROY YOURSELF? WHY DIE BEFORE YOUR TIME? THE KEEPERS OF THE HOUSE TREMBLE. DESIRE IS NO LONGER STIRRED. DO NOT CONFORM ANY LONGER TO THE PATTERN OF THIS WORLD.
Showing posts with label technique. Show all posts
Showing posts with label technique. Show all posts

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Stockpiling Pottery

Not much pottery going on in 2011. While daylight is the best for viewing detail, some things just look better under electric lighting, in a glass tank, in a museum. Presentation is absolutely everything. As more pieces are assembled, and the concepts get more intricate and refined (but not necessarily better glazed, because the finish is always so unpredictable), inferior pieces get regulated to the reject league.
What once seemed good now seems crap. At first, it was like hey everyone look, I made something with my own hands! Wow-ee! Get me a shelf quick so I can put it up! Oh I say there, wouldn't it look suave in a silver display cabinet from Ikea with fancy backlit mirrors! But then you look at it months down the line or compare it to another person's work and think what the hell is that? Pass me the bin! The gratification of the idea and implementation of a successful design, construction and painting process can often outweigh what is often a disappointing final result. Even if something turns out like a sack of pig plop after it's been dried and fired and then painted and then fired again, there's still something fulfilling about threading laces of clay during the first step of the build.
It helps to judge whatever you do by the standards of someone who does it for a living. If you have a hobby for nothing more than time-killing or personal enjoyment, then fair enough, but if you are serious about something, it pays to be realistic too. You may have finally learned to juggle 3 tennis balls after years of practice and now believe you are the best thing since cheese slices, but how do you react when you come up against some master clown from the circus who has been juggling up to a dozen skittles at once, blindfolded on a tightrope since she was a nipper? Do you say "sack this" and go back to doing your day job well, or flex your pecs, man up, and go for 4 tennis balls? Man or mouse? Chump or champ?

Monday, 28 March 2011

Strong Start to New Book

Started typing up the first chapter of the new book on Thursday. Managing a 1000 words a day so far. Strictly typing, some might say that’s not much. Can usually average between 2 - 4000. The thing is, I’ve found myself rewriting as I go, and having to really think about the copy. I started this story exactly a year ago to this very day, and things have changed since then. Oh, I’m not putting that in, I think, but then have to make something else up to compensate for it. So I’m very happy with 1000 words a day. Every pen merchant under the sun would settle for that [apart from Dean Koontz, who pulls entire titles out his ass].

The challenge comes when I will have to make up the second chapter from scratch in a few days. With an outline, this might not be a problem. It might even be faster. As long as I write every day, I don’t see why I shouldn’t reach at least 500 words, which I would still very happily settle for. That’s the key – doing it daily. Lose the flow, and it means rereading over it all to help slip back in. Long gaps are good for letting the plot thicken in the real-time subconscious, but not when typing the draft up.

Whenever I read about writer’s harping on about their own work, it feels to me like they are squirting their smallness all over me*. They talk as if their characters really exist. They talk like they are creating something in the real world, not just arranging letters on paper. Get over yourself, I think. But the story behind the story is probably more interesting than the story itself, and most of all to whoever wrote it.

I’ll never be at the stage where NEIL GAIMAN is, taking before & after pictures of himself at his writing desk, pre- and post-shower & shave. This is not ME, ME, ME, oh no, never never never. Not unless success sweeps me off my feet and there is an actual demand from people all over the world to see me at the desk in my dressing gown. Even then, I’d wear a Hannibal Lecter mask, to make it more interesting, or goofy joke shop teeth. I'd have to get a dressing gown, too.

What this IS, however, is HAZEL, HAZEL, HAZEL. I’ll tell you that now for a fact. All I know for sure, so far, is that when she’s not in holographic form, she wears either a business suit or chunky black steel toe-capped boots. Whichever, she’s on my mind, and I have faith that she’ll come good.

*A quote from John Siddique, poet.

Thursday, 17 February 2011

Burning the Midnight Oil

The last 3 nights I’ve been up all night. I’d love to say writing, but that doesn’t happen. I was editing. Editing the produce of the last 18 months or so work. My hours have been erratic – talk about unpaid nightshifts – but by goodness they have been put to good use for once.

In three night’s work I've only written one original paragraph of new prose (apart from forewords, indexes and endnotes), which was to finish off a short story which had been canned for over six months. Oh, that’s nothing, it once took me 10 YEARS to finish off the last page of a book. I simply have a hard time doing anything that NEEDS doing. It’s that subconscious leap of getting stuck in that perturbs me.

It could be a phone call, or a chore, or, God help me, changing the bed*, or anything. If I HAVE to do it, I have TROUBLE doing it. Some people are incapable of sitting and doing nothing – I’m not one of them. Give me a kettle, Radio 4, Freeview, and I'm EaZy.

Most of the nocturnal burning of the midnight oil was editing, like I keep saying, and basic presentation formatting. It was tedious. Setting fonts and sizes to headings and so forth. Indents and tabs and all the rest of it. It wouldn’t have been half as bad but my mouse is crud and my mouse pad is crud so the process was jerky and repetitive and it was made twice as hard because the PC has a mind of its own and does certain things that defy sense and logic to peev you off. There's only so many tunes you can listen to on YouTube as well.

All done though. Big print off on Tuesday and a bigger one coming up this afternoon. It’s amazing the difference an artistic front cover makes, as well. Plastic spines for the binding and job's a good'un. Talking about Job, I never really read him in The Bible before. Just heard about it and stuff. It's a cracking chapter, you know. Awesome language. Call The Bible what you like, from a 'pile of crock' to the 'living word', but one thing for sure, parts of it are written with profound poetic power.


Profound poetic power...you see what I did there?

*Fresh linen is a winner.

Saturday, 11 December 2010

Fantasia, Inc.

Day has light, and night has dark, like Libra, in equal measure
(but the light is better)
Fantasia, Inc is within the Zombie Publications branch of Wol, dealing with all things mythical and fantastical. Art Till Death does in no way take credit for every step of the creative process concerning the artwork within Blob of Glob. We DO NOT, and CAN NOT, where collages are concerned, paint on canvas, unfortunately - yet (but there are plans to produce original sketches). Instead, we ARRANGE and COMPOSE. First and foremost, we CUT, both manually and electronically, using 'Exacto' blades and 'polygonal lasso' tools. Click links below for more on manual cutting.

http://piebald77.blogspot.com/2010/05/cutting.html

http://piebald77.blogspot.com/2010/08/raging-cutter.html

DARK FANTASY is popular here at The Blob, currently. Drop by and click on a month to scroll through that whole month's content. Have a good rummage through the whole year of 2010 and see if anything interests you. Cheers!

P.S If by chance you would like to know more about the person hosting this blog - me - then follow link underneath.

http://piebald77.blogspot.com/2010/09/20-interesting-things-about-me-by-host.html

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Cups in the Making

Going dotty.
Added brush strokes....not as accurate or precise as dots.
Paint has been allowed to run on the handle, albeit accidentically on this occasion!

Lettering is ingraved and then painted in.
Handles can be a strong feature. They are done last. Same goes for the rim.

SGRAFFITO TOOL, (above and below) without which this wouldn't be possible!

Pictures of cups in the design stage aren't usually posted because it may detract from the visual impact of the final result but they look so different once they are fired that it is interesting to see the before and after.
TCD

Monday, 5 July 2010

Blue Plate

DRIZZLING
This is achieved by spinning the plate on a wheel and pouring a thin stream of paint onto it straight from the bottle. In this case the paint was thick and came out in small blobs, creating the 'sperm' shapes.

Monday, 12 April 2010

Silk Paintings





This is quite a delicate and unforgiving process of painting silk with different coloured dyes. You use gutta to form barriers between the dyes, so they can't run into each other; that's the silver lining you may be able to see on all but the top left hand side frame in the bottom picture. These should be getting proper banged out, being small, but I spent far too long on two today and ended up practically completely ruining them (top picture) by spreading the dye unevenly; it looks as if someone has spilt their sugary cuppa all over them.

My friend Darren suggested I start doing skulls (or something good, I think he meant), but no, it's too time-consuming when you start using the gutta, and then dabbing minute quantities of dye into tiny sections. I'd rather set myself on fire and then hang myself by a noose from a lamppost in the centre of Liverpool bus station on a busy summer's afternoon than arse about with a fidgety bit of cloth on a frame for longer than is necessary. Seriously, I would......

......not. Just joshing. Silk painting is fab, it really is. I'm just all new to it at the moment and didn't have the best of success today. In fact, I'm pleasantly distracted by RedBubble.com at the moment. It's an on-line creative art and writing community. One uploads work and gets feedback. Quite addictive, as I start to get into it. Sooo much better than MyFace......I think......


SCHMOE PLAYS
Bodybuilding fiction will start here......

Art Till Death
See it, cut it, stick it.

Sunday, 4 April 2010

Tiles



A typical tile like the one in the top photo may begin by being squirted directly from the bottle. The paint will then be blown to give it the veiny watercolour effect. The tile in the top photo ended up as the top left tile in the bottom photo.

Tiles are only experimental so far. There are some missing in my bathroom but these ones are too big. Imagine a whole bathroom tiled in these? I'd be sat in that bath for hours.

Seriously though, life is too short for white (or blank) tiles. They are the sign of the council or the hospital. Get some funk into your life.


SCHMOE PLAYS
"Fiction for bodybuilders and gym goers"

DEFINITELY NOT MAINSTREAM FICTION
"Local unpublished writers' short stories"

Blob of Glob