Sunday, March 08, 2015

Through the Eye of a Raven



Halfway between the University and the Castle, a half-breed bird roosted restlessly in a half-dead tree. Thin clouds smeared across the sky, giving the dawn the appearance of a bloody gash. The bird shivered. He scented an approaching storm on the wind. Storms always brought him nightmares. Dreams of being lost and alone, of never being where he wanted to be and of not understanding what he needed to know.

-eAnn
(A first sentence. Still thinking...)


The Black Beast



Crow flailed immensely through the vacuum, he screeched

 after the disappearing stars –

Where is it? Where is the black beast?

-Ted Hughes

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Life Is But Simple...

Duration.

Keeper of Light




I miss the ocean.

Fear

Fear.
Not quite the same thing as a phobia.

What one fears and loathe defines a person.
Fear in the mind-killer, the soul-sucker, the glass darkly one peers through which colours perception.

The people who fear death the most are often the same ones who never really live.

Are people taught and conditioned to fear, or do they choose to?

Don't cry. Don't be afeared.
We have nothing to fear but fear itself.
.
.
.
And those damn Zombies.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Reflecting.


It's been quite a year, I must say.

If I have learned one thing, it is that you are never to old to learn something new.
Never.

Friday, November 28, 2014

The Ravens of Unresting Thought...

A bazillion years ago, when I was just a wee slip o' a girl, I wanted to be a comic book artist.

After taking various art courses, I was sidetracked into graphic design and three years of college training in Graphic Arts (typesetting!) more or less went right down the crapper with the advent of desktop publishing.

Yeah.

So after watching newspapers slid into an abyss over the past decade as technology and independent instantanous publishing flood the interwebs with content, I spent the past year experimenting with Photoshop and figuring out how to make an eBook/Graphic Novel/Sequential whatchmahuzzit.

And my brain exploded with delight.

It always helps to have a Muse.

:-)

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

As time goes by....

There simply are not enough songs about Albert Einstein.

Here's one of the best!

Monday, October 20, 2014

Fractals and fiction

I have always been fascinated with fractals.
The endless repetitive patterns found in nature and mathematics.

I suppose one could sum it up with the old saying, "The more things change, the more they stay the same."

It has long been an ambition of mine to go back to university when I retire to study quantum physics.
Universal truths are both eloquent and brutal.
IE:
There are no absolutes even in the grand scheme of things, anymore there is in daily life.
Chaos theory rules, but does not have absolute power.
Free will is an illusion, according to finer minds than my own.
The big question is... is there really a Big Question?

Still thinking...

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Art and Evil.

Recently, I have been thinking about whether the artist, or those who patronize Art, can / should be separated from their talent/artistic endeavors and their evil actions/intentions.

IE: The Borgias (Lucrezia above) or Albert Speer, Woody Allen, Roman Polanski, etc. Hence Stephen Fry's angst over loving Wagner's music.

Can you divorce your appreciation for a work of art or an object, such as a beautifully crafted pistol, from its purpose - to hurt, control, kill, wound or maim a human being?

Hard questions.
Often I have sincerely loved an artist's work and found that appreciation ruined by the later discovery that the artist in question is, on a personal level, nasty.

No easy answers.
Still thinking.