Posts Tagged ‘art

10
Aug
25

(Never) The End…of Writingbolt’s Creation

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I am barely able to type words right now.  I may have lost everything I’ve ever called my own, everything I’ve invested in and spent time creating outside this laptop.  My home was flooded last night.  I tried to save what I could and couldn’t take anything but a few items with me that I could carry, because rescue crews were no help.  My family was no help.  I barely escaped a crumbling basement alive, and my family was still telling me what I was doing wrong instead of being helpful or supportive.

I have no art supplies.  No art history.  No guitars I was saving for a time I could play with someone I loved.  I have no love.  No friends who reach out to me with help.  Just a bunch of people telling me what I SHOULD do with my life.  My stories in notebooks…may be lost.  My artworks….may be lost.

The water was coming in so fast.  It’s still raining and will rain for 3 days more.  I watched a nightmare crumble around me and tried to photograph what I could with a crappy digital camera….for what?  For a family that has so little understanding and tolerance of me as I am?

I just found out a pen pal from Germany, a rare online friend, just died from chemo, from losing that fight so many lose when steered down a path they can’t change because no one is on there side.  She had no one.  I have no one that makes me feel good about anything.  My family is a hot mess.  I am a bigger hot mess.

I am lucky to be typing these words.  They may be the last you ever read, whoever finds this.

05
Jun
25

Domo Atari-gato! My Latest Art Obsession

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You’re in luck.  I’m still looking for a better gallery space.  But, until then, you get a sneak peek…and, boy, is it sneaky, considering how few real people pass through this MySpace…of my latest artistic obsession.  And, when I get obsessed, things explode into gigabytes of gallery space.  But, you just get a little…a tiny taste of it all.  Appreciate.

I’ve got to say…I’m impressed with myself.  What may LOOK like a photograph of an Atari 2600 joystick inserted into these pictures is actually an assembly of rather simple cutouts.  It just looks that close to the actual thing!  [I may yet improve the image by softening shades and highlights.]  But, gosh, it looks real enough to touch.

The images with a particular woman in a reclining pose…came from a photo I stumbled upon some time ago during a search for something clearly unrelated.  I almost thought it was a VIR…  But, luckily, it wasn’t, and it became a key part of this project.  “She” was one muse.  The joystick was the other.

Oh, and, in case you actually wonder, these are only the LOW-REZ versions of the larger posters I plan to eventually display (and sell) as prints.  So, no, they are not the best quality.  But, they may suffice as wallpaper.

26
Feb
25

Latest 80s Cartoon Fan Art Craze

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At least, in my little corner of the world, it’s the latest craze.  I get these little inklings of motivation to make tributes to the shows I grew up watching and loving.  And, strangely enough, as a heterosexual male, the original She-Ra cartoon series was one of them.  I’ll admit, the toy-promotion nonsense and overly thin-waisted female characters were a bit much.  But, as a kid, I just saw beautiful art waiting to be brought to life.

Decades later, here we are.

NOTE:  Looking back at the thin waists of the female characters, I decided they were no longer healthy images for my modern art.  So, you’ll notice Castaspella isn’t as tiny and frail as she used to be.

And, though I said I wouldn’t post any more here…

26
Feb
25

Current Misunderstanding of Music and Talent

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[I know I’m going to sound like a progressive grown-up turning into his parent (if my parents could type this well), but…]

There’s a distinct misunderstanding of musical talent that has become commonplace in recent years…probably since 2008. I’m talking specifically about female singing “talents.” There have been so many sharp rises from YouTube debut to scantily clad stage show that I’ve lost count and have ceased to enjoy most music from female “artists.” I can’t call them artists when they’re parading in their underwear. I could call them runway models…but not artists.

It’s difficult for me to appreciate a woman’s talent(s) when she’s trying to be sexy. That’s also why women have fantasies of sexy utility workers. The former are not interested in the labors of the latter; they’re just starved for sex and crafting fantasies. Well, sexual fantasies may be creative…but they’re not musical talents.

Unfortunately, we are drenched in attractive women, most of which feel the need to perform scantily clad, which pleases the men (and some women…and some in-between) in the audience. But, that doesn’t give me any drive to attend a concert or buy an album. If I’m buying the album to see the most attractive performer, I’m buying an adult magazine…not a record of great music.

What’s even sadder is when performers of a previous generation, someone like Jennifer Lopez or Shakira, who have matured (not aged in some horrifying, miserable way), feel a need to compete with these younger models. Jennifer Lopez is perpetually looking like someone desperate to be told she’d still hot. I’ve never thought she was unattractive…until she looked desperate for attention.

I just saw Shakira at an awards show with her two sons…who are close to teen age…and she’s doing her familiar belly-dancing on stage. You don’t talk about your family and then go do that on stage in front of them. It just feels…wrong. If my mom, who’s not bad looking, got up on stage and did that…I’d be nauseous if not also confused. [It also would have been nice to hear Shakira sing in English after giving her acceptance speech in English, but…]

If you’re concerned about the competition or no longer being considered attractive, you can take a big sigh of relief because I still think you’re hot. But, trying to be like these younger gals…is not smart. Followers are never trendsetters…they’re just the confetti left behind the parade. Even if you’re not so unique that you shine like the brightest star, you’re still good for who and what you are.

[I know Shakira is an Aquarius, and that often means she’s concerned about being compared to others. Aquarius types want to stand out and be unique. If you tell an Aquarius woman she reminds you of someone, she may get annoyed. Well, you’re not being unique dancing in your underwear and shaking your hips on stage, and that’s not making me interested in your music, which you’re promoting. Honestly, I find Shakira more attractive than talented because I have yet to see past her stunning face, even if I do hear beauty in her voice. I’ve struggled to understand most of her songs; so it’s hard to appreciate the music.]

I thought we were making progress in how we identify and respect all genders, including women. I thought women were finally supposed to get respect and equal billing. How does performing in your underwear and posing for similar photos achieve that?

[Let me sidestep to address one other performer in particular, Taylor Swift. Now, I’ve seen her wear some odd and occasionally skimpy outfits. But, more often, she performs with class. She also has that crazy way of crafting with numbers, often related to her birthday. If anyone is an artist, it’s her. I just don’t care for much of her music because…well…you know. ‘So many bad relationship songs. There ARE other things to sing about (than just your latest ex). And, no matter what anyone else says, I think she’s a little young to be doing a tour of eras. That sounds like something Cher kept saying she was going to do closer to retirement, not when she’s hosting a TV show with Sonny Bono.]

You’d think all of these smart, talented women would grasp this concept. [You’d also think, after so many years, some other “artists” in other music styles would give up singing about drugs, alcohol and wealth to stop people from submitting to crime, both sexual and financial, as well as other bad habits.]

I’m sorry, ladies. Many of you are very attractive…but you’re not artists worthy of any trophy…unless you’re competing for Miss Universe or the front cover of Victoria Secret’s catalog.

Mic drop.

28
Jan
25

Happy Year of the Wood Snake 2025/4725

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Or, you could say the year of the snake in the grass…because that’s how it feels.  ‘So much shady government action happening.  So, stay alert, but also be open to transformation, renewal and spiritual growth.   Or, so I’m told.

Lucky colors?  You’ll notice most of them in my pictures, below.  [Though, I also read white and brown are not good this year?…yet a game my nephews play used a white snake for the special event.  Hmm.]  But, I read somewhere purple is also good this year?  If that’s true, great for me.  And, pink?  One nephew will be happy about that.  If anyone really knows the true lucky color list, feel free to correct me.

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25
Jan
25

I’m Becoming a Pizza Whore

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I used to think pizza was special. Back when the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles made it a cartoon fantasy, I was craving so many kinds of pizza. But, decades later, my family has become overly dependent upon cheap frozen pizza. And, after eating my own share, I feel like I’ve lost some of the love. I miss the really good sauce from Little Caesar’s before they became a security risk and found a way to cut corners. I miss quality toppings. I miss sinking my teeth into a nice, thick, hot slice of goodness. Now, all I seem to get when I’m with family is dry red cheese bread. Meh.

I fear I’m becoming a cheap pizza whore.  Which brings me to a crucial life decision or outlook. I need someone to provide me with the sauciest, cheesiest, most delicious pizza they can find or make, to stoke the old fire of my love.

As I write this, I think of my encounters with prostitutes. Yes; I’ve met a few but never paid/hired one. They make a business of selling time as companions and, often enough, casual, contract-ed sex. It cheapens what should be a loving embrace, turns it into a membership at some lewd gym. But, prostitutes can still fall in love and eventually escape their “day jobs.” [It’s not just the fictional stuff of “Pretty Woman.”] And, they can fall out of love only to be drawn back into the “business.”

I need that story, that rejuvenation of the senses, for me to love pizza, again. Until then, I’m a cheap, crusty whore.

SO, I was inspired to craft this image. Enjoy.

20
Dec
24

Scooby Doo Has Timeless Style

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There’s a reason Scooby-Doo lasted as long as it did and can still be seen on certain channels today. [If someone is currently making one of the countless versions of that concept, I apologize for being unaware.] The original cartoon series (and it’s “closest relatives”**) had style. It was a decent concept, riddled with questionable moments and potentially flawed resolutions. Certain running gags went on WAY too long and were used too often while featuring music that is supposed to make you feel “hip.” The faults weigh in favor of ending the whole thing, yet Scooby and some variety of his pals seem to keep resurfacing, just to do the same stuff with slightly different looks and slightly different crooks.

**I think my favorite, in terms of humor/enjoyment, might be the childish “Pup” series, in which Freddy is perpetually calling out Red Herring and getting served some silly explanation for why he is wrong. It’s not the best-looking series, but it’s amusing. There have been numerous incarnations of these characters, some drawn remotely like the originals. But, only the original versions seem to retain a certain timeless charm. They are the source material from which every reboot is drawn.

Celebrities making appearances in the show, helping the “gang” solve mysteries, prompted others to follow suit. So many want to be turned into a member of this odd group of friends. [It’s like being drawn as a Simpsons character or using a cartoon “filter” on your “phone.”]

I write this piece, now, because I’ve had time to watch some of the old episodes, again, and think about certain elements: Velma’s gender/sexual status and how she was represented, Daphne being portrayed a wealthy (Russian?) redhead who probably funded every excursion the group took and how anyone can tolerate Fred, who is as much of a pin-up as Daphne and similar in intellect (which is probably why they’re a subtle couple while Shaggy and Velma remain obliviously lost yet more successful in the end). What always stands out in my memory is how obnoxious and paranoid Shaggy and Scooby can be and how repetitive the plots become. I still wonder what these “freaks” do when they are NOT solving cases; how do they actually live their lives? Or, is every day just another mad case to solve? Who needs to worry about money and food when you’re perpetually unmasking people, saving property (deeds) and retrieving treasure.

I can’t recall one episode in which I didn’t feel like the dumbest detective. The culprit(s) may have been obvious, but I never seemed to care enough or got distracted by Shaggy, Scooby and Scrappy (the little over-confident runt of a dog) until they stumble upon a solution. Solving a mystery with stupidity or clumsiness isn’t exactly satisfying. It’s fortunate but foolish. Seeing someone, like Velma, take the cases seriously just to get surprised by the discovery two (or three) clowns make…is painful. Intelligence is surpassed by stupid luck. Some of the explanations for how the crooks did what they did were so bewildering and bizarre that I just lost interest.

[Sure. A projector and strings, again. That’s how it was done. Right. And, movie makeup. Whatever. Maybe a modern take could excuse a hologram, instead of an old film projector…if that could be believed.]

Yet, as I watch the latest sampling, I can’t help but admire the artistic style of the show. In a particular winter episode, Daphne’s blue coat and hat are very stylish (while Velma just adds a matching scarf and hat to her usual outfit, which feels a tad cheap and sad). It’s how the characters and moody sets are “drawn” that earns the most approval. [Actually, it might be Daphne, alone, who gets the most merit, not for her intelligence, which is questionable, but her fashion sense, her variety of outfits.] I’d still work on facial features (so certain characters don’t look so eerily dotty-eyed). But, the thickness of lines, the richness of colors, the baggy clothes (without shading^^), shapely figures and elaborate “ghost” (though some do get classified as “monster”) costumes are all treats.

^^If you watch enough cartoons, you’ll see how some get upgraded with shading (if they last long enough). The Simpsons started out as a very simple fill-in-the-lines cartoon but has gradually gained dimension and, in its own way, quality. The original Simpsons did not have great contrast between characters and background. The original Scooby-Doo series had cut-out characters with no shading set on very shady, watercolor-ish backgrounds. It was a bit strange, seeing such a striking difference…but it worked like an optical illusion, helping viewers focus on the characters (if they didn’t opt to ponder the shady scenery and ignore the antics). Once you add shading to this group, they start to merge with the scenery; everything becomes realistic. A little bit of the original charm is lost, even if the new version is an improvement in some way.

Other cartoons (that followed) can’t compare; they’re poorly drawn, hastily written, and it shows. Some might have better material and less “stock footage,” but they have to step up to compare with the “fashion” of Scooby-Doo. There have been MANY cartoons that tried to give characters iconic looks, which then get turned into countless toys that pass through the hands of “I want” kids. Yet, it’s these stupid freelance detectives that have undeniable style in their simplicity. I admire them for that…not for how they handle the cases they somehow accept and solve.

I grew up with siblings reading The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew mysteries (in their hardcover forms). And, I recall the live-action Hardy Boys TV series. The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew seemed to come from a similar time period and thus had similar (1960s-1970s) style. I wonder what those characters would have looked like if they received the same treatment as the Scooby-Doo gang. Could their animated adventures have been as colorful and more fun (without the paranoia and clumsiness)?

One other redeeming aspect about this particular cast of crime-solving characters is that they didn’t have to deal with MURDER. Not one case they solve involves an actual death (as far as I know). The villains (who must all have a creepy costume that often defies logic and ALWAYS scares the heroes) typically are after some source of wealth. The lack of grim details makes the plot more tolerable to watch, even if it becomes repetitive and bland like ABC gum. You don’t have to shield a kid’s eyes or explain much with awkward pauses (even if certain details–like those mysterious dog snacks–pose questions).

I imagine running into these characters when I finally get the nerve to try and solve a mystery of my own. I’d likely trip over and fuss with them about being so clumsy and foolish. And, if I’m lucky, I’d beat them to the solution just so I could stick it in their cheeky faces. But, if they got the credit, I’d go as far away from them as I could just so I wouldn’t have to look at them, again.

Damn it, Scooby-Doo gang. Stop distracting me with your overlooked style.

20
Dec
24

Goodbye, Tay Swift

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If you’ll hear me out, I need to Speak Now. I’ve been a Tay Swift fan since 2009. I’ve been amassing fan art of my own creation since then, as well. For a number of years, weeks before every December, I’ve made a special effort to make something for her birthday.

I’m not a typical fan, though. And, after recent relationship news, I’m rather certain my years of being inspired by Tay are over. I just can’t go on with this. She’s made her choice. She got the guy she wanted in that song about her being on the bleachers. She wanted the letterman jacket and the jock boyfriend she didn’t get in school. There he is. And, I’m not okay with it. I endured so many of her relationships. I held onto a foolish hope…a dream. Now, I’m putting it to bed.

Good luck, Tay. And, quite possibly, goodbye. You’re officially a monster in my closet, now.

I’m no longer a Swifty.

So, go ahead and put out thirty more albums before you’re actually at an age when you can talk about eras. Keep using those coded messages with your birthdate and other things; I’m not looking. I’m not chasing any other songs. When you’re on the radio, I’m tuning you out. I’ll leave the building if I have to just to keep calm. I’m not writing more poetry. I’m not going to sneak you into anymore of my stories. I’m not painting more posters. You’ve seen the last birthday present from me. [Actually, you’ve probably seen none of my presents because this place is dead, like MySpace.]

If I can’t be your Capital One, if you can’t give me credit for being someone who thought he was a really good match, I’m a lower-case zero.

But, it’s going to take some time to Shake It Off, this Love Story. I’m turning my Back to December and leaving a Blank Space for some miracle to fill. The only Bad Blood will be between me and those who ridicule me for caring, including my own family. Apparently, my feelings have been Out of Style for some time, and I Need to Calm Down.

Now, if all one of my readers will excuse me, I have to go deal with fifteen years of artwork in storage. I’m just glad I didn’t spring for the Eras Tour package. And, I don’t have to see the Cats movie, anymore. I guess I have to stop enjoying the Lorax animated movie. And, sorry, Chiefs, I can’t be your fan, either. You did this. Have an unhappy Valentine’s Day, courtesy of me. I think I’ll go find John Mayer and Tom Hiddleston…’sympathize with my former enemies…’take up drinking until I can’t see straight.

Sincerely, Writingbolt, a broken heart.

07
Dec
24

I Love Perfume Bottles!

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As an artist, in so many ways, I am always on the lookout for beauty, however it is created. Nature can be quite beautiful and occasionally artistic, inspirational in its coincidental design. But, when the dazzling colors of autumn fade and fall prey to winter’s frost, I am left longing for something of beauty. Snow and ice rarely do it for me.

[I mean, sure, occasionally you can find a soft, snowy scene that’s almost comforting if you don’t think about the chills that go with it. Icicles can be pretty, annoying and hazardous as they are. But, certainly, a frozen sidewalk, road or lake, capable of so many tragic and costly accidents, is not beautiful; it’s awful.]

Conveniently, at least, in my hemisphere, Christmas season arrives in winter and brings with it so many retailers eager to show off their latest merch’, including new perfume bottles. I have next to zero interest in the scents. I think perfumes and colognes are just two more disguises people fail to wear properly. Smothering yourself in an artificial scent is a poor way to make a lasting memory, especially when the source of that memory comes in a small, limited supply at a cost that often earns the title “an expensive gift.” Sure; you can get cheap cologne or perfume, and you get what you paid for…a cheap, lackluster scent which might as well be used to mask an accident in your car.

[If you want your beloved to remember your scent at some precious moment, you’re better off having her or him smell your B.O. than a scent from a bottle you probably won’t be able to replace in 10-40 years. ‘Truth. Dogs don’t go around spraying Chanel No.5 on lampposts and tree trunks to mark their preferred territory, and if they relied upon perfumes to find each other, there would be a ton of lost dogs and mates, right now.]

But, perfume BOTTLES…

Not all…but many if not most are works of art! It astounds me how far a designer will go to make a unique container for something so obnoxious. No wonder the prices can be…up there. Yes, raise your noses to the ceiling like a true snob. You deserve it, you high-class, upper crust of bottle design.

I haven’t actually collected many, yet. [I may have a half-dozen or maybe a dozen.] But, given the chance, I’m afraid I could come close to being called a hoarder because I look at them like trophies. I doubt my chances of accumulating the sort of awards you see in abundance in celebrity homes. But, I can fill that space with things like perfume/cologne bottles. And, when people ask if I like(d) the scents or what’s with my odd collection, I will say, “Do you like my trophies?” I will give them names and ignore the labels. And, once in a while, I’ll find myself gazing at them on my shelf, letting my imagination wander.

So, kudos, to anyone who designs a perfume/cologne bottle that’s not boring. Not every bottle is a winner. But, plenty are. And, I wish there was something better we could put inside them for that luxury price (if not for free). [Free is always better. But, artists need to eat, too. And, these bottle designers are certainly artists.]

Think about that, dear readers. If you could put something better than perfume/cologne in such a petite and crafty bottle, what would it be?

‘Maybe a sample of a loved one’s voice, so you could hear it whenever you popped the cork. ‘Maybe a smaller sampling of ashes from a beloved life lost (ie. a pet, family member or lover/spouse), instead of a larger urn. ‘Maybe a bit of water (or sand) you collected from your last trip to a favored beach. ‘Something that can last or be enjoyed without–hopefully–an expiration date; something that won’t be consumed by use.

15
Nov
24

Now You Know; Yo Joebra (Post-Election 2024 Comics)

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After the bomb that recently dropped…and during the fallout that has followed…I have been looking for a way to keep a sense of humor, to get through the disaster I dread.  I know I said I was down and out of here.  Well, for those few who might care, you get one more slice of the Writingbolt pie.

Here you go.

GIJoe funnies…of a sort.  A few I think are golden.  Others are remotely painful.  Have at ’em.  [If you did not grow up watching this cartoon, some of this might go over your head.]  If anyone finds something wrong, illegal or otherwise inappropriate about any of these, well, look at the legal system and what’s happening.  Does it matter?  [I’d like to think it does.  But, the vote went another way.]

[I’m trying to add tags to my post, and they are vanishing as I type them.  What is going on?!]

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