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06.19.06 (11:06 pm)   [edit]



(I'm the same)
 


posted by: fractalmom (reply)
post date: 06.19.06 (1:16 pm)

i saw a wolf once. caged. his eyes looked much the same.



posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 06.19.06 (3:50 pm)

Mr. Pen is feeling very clever lately.



posted by: Cutter (reply)
post date: 06.21.06 (3:15 am)

Holy f'in shyte.

This is not only THE most intense piece of work I've ever seen on your blog, but I think one of the most intense pieces of art I've ever had the privilege of viewing anywhere.

Incredible.



posted by: skyfalling (reply)
post date: 06.22.06 (8:56 am)

I love the expression you want to convey. Nice touch!




posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 06.23.06 (6:55 pm)

I think it was Thoreau who said that the eye is the jewel of the body. That said, I love the fact that in this glimpse of yourself, (unlike the last) you’ve chosen to unbury your treasure for the rest of us to see.

I agree with Cutter. They hypnotize in their intensity and at the risk of giving too much away, I can’t help but admit that I’m rather desperate to discover the little bits of everything that are reflected in their green-grey silence.

On the other hand, Dawn implied that they reminded her of something that had been caged. I have to disagree. On the contrary, I see something set free.

*smile*

Suddenly, I’m reminded of a line from a Depeche Mode song: “Your optimistic eyes look like paradise to someone like me.”

Indeed.




posted by: scubadiva (reply)
post date: 06.24.06 (2:26 pm)

Saying it's captivating and mesmerizing isn't enough. It's so delicious I want to lick it. And not in a creepy way.



posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 06.24.06 (2:41 pm)

Reply to: fractalmom

I've wondered about this comment for a while.
I think I'm just going to thank you for coming here, and telling me what you see. It means a great deal.

ams



posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 06.24.06 (2:42 pm)

Reply to: lindy

He's been feeling a little used, I think. I promise myself I'll move on to another colour, another number, another nib.. but I always go back to him.


ams




posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 06.24.06 (2:45 pm)

Reply to: Cutter

Such a comment, from yourself, is one of the most extraordinary things I've been told.

I always feel like I don't give you much back beyond 'thank you', but.. thank you, sir.


ams



posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 06.24.06 (2:46 pm)

Reply to: skyfalling

*smile*
Thank you for coming here and looking.


ams





posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 06.24.06 (2:48 pm)

Reply to: juniperflux

Doing something that reminds you of a line from a song is always a wonderful thing, Jennifer. At least part of the point, I think. *smile*

As always, thank you.


ams



posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 06.24.06 (2:52 pm)

Reply to: scubadiva

I don't know if there is a creepy way to want to lick something.

When I was a child I was always told off, and eventually smacked, because I couldn't not 'fiddle' with things. It made the people around me angry, that I would always reach out and touch the things I saw. Sometimes things broke, of course, but I (mostly) considered it a small price to pay.

Thank you for leaving me some words.

ams



posted by: scubadiva (reply)
post date: 06.24.06 (2:59 pm)

Reply to: thejongleur
But you know what? You're not a kid anymore. You make your own judgments and take accountability for your actions, creations and feelings. (Although there are still times when we feel like we're 5 all over again)



posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 06.24.06 (3:05 pm)

Reply to: scubadiva

Hmm. What an odd outburst.
I think that curiosity is a good thing.
I think that people who shout and swing aren't.

Heeding our own advice is vital.

ta,

ams





posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 06.24.06 (6:08 pm)

Reply to: thejongleur

Gosh... I close my eyes for a few minutes and the world really does turn upside down.

*smile*

j




posted by: fractalmom (reply)
post date: 06.25.06 (5:05 am)

Reply to: thejongleur

well. having sounded deep and wise, and all that crap, now i must explain.

perhaps the best way is to tell a story by one of my most loved authors.

a man pulled out a toothpick from a box. he noticed that the box had directions. he read the directions. they said.
"take toothpick out of box. hold toothpick between thumb and forefinger. insert toothpick gently between teeth. move toothpick back and forth"

he promptly declared humanity totally and irrevocably insane and put it into an asylum.

since there wasn't one big enough, he used the earth to hold all the people. he took his house, and turned it inside out. he left the asylum and tried to have as little contact with the people in the asylum as possible.

so, it is entirely possible that the caged eyes are seeing an insane world, and the caged eyes are housed within a talent so well constructed that it can give the inmates of the asylum a brief glimpse.

however, since i am by default, IN the asylum, it is entirely possible that i am full of shit. or that i went crazy and simply failed to notice it.

damn good artist in any case. damn good.



posted by: cyrix (reply)
post date: 06.25.06 (1:31 pm)

you're an artist by heart, i must say.. i saw your creations in your past blogs and it all exudes life enough to captivate anyone's soul just by looking at it.



posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 06.27.06 (2:57 am)

Reply to: fractalmom

*smile*

In the case of both comments, the fact that you come, look, and leave a meaningful part of yourself here helps to close the circle, as it were.

As always, thank you for talking to me.

ams



posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 06.27.06 (3:00 am)

Reply to: cyrix

That's an extraordinary thing to say.
I'm thankful for your company, and your kind words.


ams





posted by: Cutter (reply)
post date: 06.28.06 (6:52 am)

I've spent quite some time thinking on this piece.

I think that today, I finally figured out why like it so much.

In this piece, I can see you as an "Art Genius".

There are some artists, like Pitre, or Stephen King, who are very straight-forward. Their skill, intensity, and

intentions are very clear. Their work will always impress, and always sell. Then there is the guy who smears

monkey poo on a wall and calls it "Art", and the guy who drops a crucifix into a jar of pee and does the same.

Is it truly "Art"? Depends on your perspective, I suppose... but whether or not it is, it causes a reaction...

gets people to think, "What the hell does this MEAN? What was he THINKING!?", and they search and

search for their reflection in the excrement.

In this piece, you have done what I aspire to do with my writing.

In the face, you show your ability... you've got that cross-hatch thing DOWN. With that alone, people would

be awed, but then... there's this tiny figure that a 6 year old could draw... and then there's this BLUE shtuff

thrown across the page. It brings all the, "Whoa! He can DRAW!" to a screeching HALT. Then comes...

"What was he thinking? What does it MEAN? MORE! I WANT MORE! I want to see into your soul. I want to

know! I connected to you, but then... this CURVE BALL!"

Genius.

In this "self portrait", I not only see you, I see myself.

Thank you.



posted by: Cutter (reply)
post date: 06.28.06 (6:54 am)

I've spent quite some time thinking on this piece.

I think that today, I finally figured out why like it so much.

In this piece, I can see you as an "Art Genius".

There are some artists, like Pitre, or Stephen King, who are very straight-forward. Their skill, intensity, and intentions are very clear. Their work will always impress, and always sell. Then there is the guy who smears monkey poo on a wall and calls it "Art", and the guy who drops a crucifix into a jar of pee and does the same.

Is it truly "Art"? Depends on your perspective, I suppose... but whether or not it is, it causes a reaction... gets people to think, "What the hell does this MEAN? What was he THINKING!?", and they search and search for their reflection in the excrement.

In this piece, you have done what I aspire to do with my writing.

In the face, you show your ability... you've got that cross-hatch thing DOWN. With that alone, people would be awed, but then... there's this tiny figure that a 6 year old could draw... and then there's this BLUE shtuff thrown across the page. It brings all the, "Whoah! He can DRAW!" to a screaching HALT. Then comes... "What was he thinking? What does it MEAN? MORE! I WANT MORE! I want to see into your soul. I want to know! I connected to you, but then... this CURVE BALL!"

Genius.

In this "self portrait", I not only see you, I see myself.

Thank you.

(sorry about the double post)



posted by: Cutter (reply)
post date: 06.28.06 (7:59 am)

*lmao*

post comment OOPS!

That is SO not cross hatch (although I could SWEAR I've seen a few of your pieces that prove you can us the technique with ease.

Pointillism? Something like that?

That'll learn me to drink through art class.

Whatever the name for it, I recognize it as something which takes A LOT of skill.



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 06.28.06 (12:45 pm)

Reply to: Cutter

So often I come here, Cutter, and find myself unable to say anything at all. Sometimes it takes me 4-5 a dozen visits before I can put some words to the way the work here makes me feel. Then.. once I do manage to stammer something out, I can't help but feel as though my words don't deserve to be on the same page as what's been pinned gently to these walls.

Your comment(s) made me smile... not simply because they seemed to (ironically) perfectly convey exactly what you were feeling, but because it feels terribly good not to be the only one awed by this place and the person who lives here.

j




posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 07.03.06 (1:44 pm)

Reply to: Cutter

No.. Thank you.

Your thoughts and feelings are perfectly communicated here, cutter, and it means an extraordinary amount to me.

"That'll learn me to drink through art class."

*smile*.. I didn't even turn up.


Again, thank you.

ams




posted by: Cutter (reply)
post date: 07.03.06 (1:53 pm)

Reply to: thejongleur
Well, the last year I was actually in "Art Class" was 8th grade. I think I was about 12 or 13.

My "father" was an "artist". My sister is actually an Art Teacher. I'm not exactly a "slouch".

I've learned a lot from you though...

In my opinion, what makes you a TRUE artist is the fact that you show your work here. I have some stuff scanned, but I fear showing it. I don't want it stolen... I don't want my "style" stolen. That, to me, means I'm not secure in my talent as an artist. With my writing, I don't care. Try it. I dare "you". you couldn't copy my style if you tried. With my pen/ink/paint work? I have no confidence.

So... I'm a "writer". *shrugs* Could be worse, I suppose.

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