Here is a sharpie sketch from a period of time when my superhero work was bleeding together with my occult symbolist work.{Sharpie}
With this post, From the Archives will be moving to a monthly frequency.
Wednesday, September 03, 2014
From the Archives: The Prince of Sickles
Here is a sharpie sketch from a period of time when my superhero work was bleeding together with my occult symbolist work.{Sharpie}
With this post, From the Archives will be moving to a monthly frequency.
Dream Diary 090314: Cluttered Kitchen
I am in a house that is simultaneously an exterior environment. Several walls are missing and beyond I can see trees. The smokestack of the fireplace extends up into open air. The visual is very cluttered. There are objects and clothing lying about everywhere. There are many people present but I do not recognize any of them.
Present in the crowd, there is a man that I acknowledge as being a stripper. He has a blonde beard and bright eyes. He flirts with me and I smile in return. I am surprised because I did not expect there to be a stripper at this kind of event. He is preparing for his act, but I have to go to the bathroom. I make my apologies and promise a quick return before he begins.
The way to the bathroom is more cluttered than the room with the fireplace. It is a kitchen? There is what I acknowledge as a wood burning stove. It is covered in plates and pans and kitchen accoutrement. I have to make a pathway to the bathroom. I move a small table to the side and get some kind of sticky goo on my hand. I move on.
At some point during my movement from the room with the fireplace to the bathroom, two competing "voices" enter the dream. One is associated with a black cloth with a repeating white design on it and the other is a deep vibrant purple. They are disagreeing with each other when I enter the bathroom.
The bathroom, much like the fireplace room, is open on two sides. Beyond is a dewy morning field of grass with a line of trees beyond. The sun has not yet risen above the live of trees, but the sky is already glowing with much light. I sit on the toilet. I can hear the disagreeing voices but they are far away and muted.
I wake
Note: It has become a repeating symbol set in my dreams that should a bathroom or urinal or toilet appear, it is a warning klaxon to my dreaming consciousness. It is an indication that my physical bladder is full and I need to wake and quickly get to my physical bathroom. When the bathroom shows up in my dreams I do generally wake very shortly after. However, if I should begin to actually urinate within the dream, then there is the danger of physical action.
Present in the crowd, there is a man that I acknowledge as being a stripper. He has a blonde beard and bright eyes. He flirts with me and I smile in return. I am surprised because I did not expect there to be a stripper at this kind of event. He is preparing for his act, but I have to go to the bathroom. I make my apologies and promise a quick return before he begins.
The way to the bathroom is more cluttered than the room with the fireplace. It is a kitchen? There is what I acknowledge as a wood burning stove. It is covered in plates and pans and kitchen accoutrement. I have to make a pathway to the bathroom. I move a small table to the side and get some kind of sticky goo on my hand. I move on.
At some point during my movement from the room with the fireplace to the bathroom, two competing "voices" enter the dream. One is associated with a black cloth with a repeating white design on it and the other is a deep vibrant purple. They are disagreeing with each other when I enter the bathroom.
The bathroom, much like the fireplace room, is open on two sides. Beyond is a dewy morning field of grass with a line of trees beyond. The sun has not yet risen above the live of trees, but the sky is already glowing with much light. I sit on the toilet. I can hear the disagreeing voices but they are far away and muted.
I wake
Note: It has become a repeating symbol set in my dreams that should a bathroom or urinal or toilet appear, it is a warning klaxon to my dreaming consciousness. It is an indication that my physical bladder is full and I need to wake and quickly get to my physical bathroom. When the bathroom shows up in my dreams I do generally wake very shortly after. However, if I should begin to actually urinate within the dream, then there is the danger of physical action.
Tuesday, September 02, 2014
Dream Diary 090214: The Columns
My housemate Kevin is driving around. It is nighttime. We are in a dimly lit parking lot? junkyard? There are strange columns everywhere that I acknowledge as some kind of Magickal binding for this space. The columns are spotted with multiple colors, like a calico cat. They are strangely colored and look almost cartoonish or claymation in style. However, the colors are neutralized almost to the point of being grey. I do not know what is bound here.
I ask Kevin if he knows about any gang tags spray painted on buildings in the town where we live. He says that there aren't that many gangs here, that there are more in the town I lived in previously. Though I asked about gang tags I was thinking of graffiti in general. I want to collect images of actual graffiti as reference for my comic book work when I am drawing urban environments.
An image of a double page spread appears. It is of a neighborhood with simple houses and trees. The scene is at a dramatic angle. I acknowledge it as having been drawn by John Romita Jr. Amidst the columns I see a blonde man with short cropped hair almost in the style of a military haircut. The man is nude. He is being dominated? attacked? by a large amorphous creature. They appear to be struggling with each other. The creature looks much like the columns although hairy also, like a bear. The entire scene with the creature and the man is drawn in the style of Ted Mckeever.
I wake.
I ask Kevin if he knows about any gang tags spray painted on buildings in the town where we live. He says that there aren't that many gangs here, that there are more in the town I lived in previously. Though I asked about gang tags I was thinking of graffiti in general. I want to collect images of actual graffiti as reference for my comic book work when I am drawing urban environments.
An image of a double page spread appears. It is of a neighborhood with simple houses and trees. The scene is at a dramatic angle. I acknowledge it as having been drawn by John Romita Jr. Amidst the columns I see a blonde man with short cropped hair almost in the style of a military haircut. The man is nude. He is being dominated? attacked? by a large amorphous creature. They appear to be struggling with each other. The creature looks much like the columns although hairy also, like a bear. The entire scene with the creature and the man is drawn in the style of Ted Mckeever.
I wake.
Monday, September 01, 2014
Dream Diary 090114: The Peacock Building
I am in some sort of beaucratic building or a school of some such. I'm carrying a trashcan with me. It is larger than the ones they have available in the building. I am looking for my dorm room. I pass through a cafeteria type space that was just opening. There isn't much of a line yet and much of the building is dark. Is it early or late? I keep walking in a circle through the building. I never find my room, but I am left with a lingering feeling that I began the dream there and now I cannot get back.
At some point I exit the building and am standing outside. It is daytime but I think overcast as I do not see the sun. The building is centered in a public park type space with car parking on one side of the building. There is a neighborhood of houses surrounding and lots of trees everywhere. The trees closest are old oaks. I turn to look back and I notice that the building itself is unusual. The base is that single flat level style that many older American elementary schools used to be built in. It is red bricks with aluminum trim. Growing out of the center of the building is a huge and colorful peacock head sculpture. It is brightly colored and possible made of some type of opaque glass? It is easily three of four stories tall. I keep walking away from the school. The grass is very green, thick, and healthy.
I near the road, the intersection. The roads are old style asphalt with gravel mixed in and have not been repaved for some time. There are still in good condition though. There is a woman there whom I recognize to be an administrator. For the school? She is sitting? She points to towards the direction I came from to a flag hanging there. It is the American flag with the red and whites stripes replaced by the rainbow flag of homosexual civil rights. She says to me "You're going to have to take that down." I say, "okay."
She explains that I have to go around and move my car because I was leading traffic the wrong direction. I look at the movement of the cars and don't quite understand, but agree with her anyway. She points back towards the entrance to the school. I begin to walk that direction. As I go, she leans in and licks the side of my face. She says, "mmmmmm...Sulfur." I wonder if she does that to the old people at the nursing home and think to myself that it isn't really very appropriate. I am walking now and I look down. It is as though I am wearing a mask with a repeating quatrefoil pattern cut out to view through. Like the road, the sidewalk is an older style but in good condition although there are some cracks.
I wake.
At some point I exit the building and am standing outside. It is daytime but I think overcast as I do not see the sun. The building is centered in a public park type space with car parking on one side of the building. There is a neighborhood of houses surrounding and lots of trees everywhere. The trees closest are old oaks. I turn to look back and I notice that the building itself is unusual. The base is that single flat level style that many older American elementary schools used to be built in. It is red bricks with aluminum trim. Growing out of the center of the building is a huge and colorful peacock head sculpture. It is brightly colored and possible made of some type of opaque glass? It is easily three of four stories tall. I keep walking away from the school. The grass is very green, thick, and healthy.
I near the road, the intersection. The roads are old style asphalt with gravel mixed in and have not been repaved for some time. There are still in good condition though. There is a woman there whom I recognize to be an administrator. For the school? She is sitting? She points to towards the direction I came from to a flag hanging there. It is the American flag with the red and whites stripes replaced by the rainbow flag of homosexual civil rights. She says to me "You're going to have to take that down." I say, "okay."
She explains that I have to go around and move my car because I was leading traffic the wrong direction. I look at the movement of the cars and don't quite understand, but agree with her anyway. She points back towards the entrance to the school. I begin to walk that direction. As I go, she leans in and licks the side of my face. She says, "mmmmmm...Sulfur." I wonder if she does that to the old people at the nursing home and think to myself that it isn't really very appropriate. I am walking now and I look down. It is as though I am wearing a mask with a repeating quatrefoil pattern cut out to view through. Like the road, the sidewalk is an older style but in good condition although there are some cracks.
I wake.
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From the Archives: Bird Soul
Here's a graphite sketch of bird energy. I have always been attracted to birds as symbols of freedom. Birds rise. I feel like there was something more trying to emerge from within this image that never manifested completely.
{Graphite}
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