Saturday, May 2, 2015

'Til Death Do Us Part

Love is a very powerful emotion and it is a focus of our lives, she thought walking the dog in the middle of the lonely evening.  The mild yet constant wind cooled her tears like rivers of feelings traveling down her face.  She thought about the TV show which just concluded and preceded her walk with dog.  How wrong the writers were about reality, how terrible an episode it was to watch this tragic portrayal of life. She, with dog cuddled beside her, watched the show, which filled her head with so many thoughts, life isn't like this, however her thoughts still, did not shake the notion "You are better than this Shonda Rhimes, you could have been so much better."

As with the power of love, there is death, another gift of life, and inevitable to us all, her mind continued.  She herself had loved deeply, lost people she held dearly and those who were so close to her, more than once in her life.  As expected, her mind drifted immediately to thoughts of her friend. The one who recently had lost a forever love and she hoped her friend hadn't seen this load of crap of a show. No matter how well one prepares, that depth of love, followed by grief, is never forgiving to those who are left behind, because most, almost all, don't have the luxury of disappearing for a year or more. Grief from the loss of a love was the theme for the episode, and brought back her own personal grief. Having been there, and having done that, those feelings are endless, she thought, constant reminders which swell the heart with knowledge, if I live long enough I will have to endure the feeling of loss again.  Not fair, not fair, not fair.

Dog pulled at his leash and the evening walk continued. It was so beautifully quiet.  She was mindful of the hour knowing only the wicked take to the streets during this hour.  As always, while she loved the quite solitudes, she was fully aware of the dangers the hour paraded in front of her peacefulness. She remembered this challenging feeling, while dog and her were alone and outside. The hum from the nearby freeway was the only reminder of life traveling the road out there, otherwise most were asleep.

The death of a person remains with the living as torn apart memories jogged back into life through the eyes of an episodic TV show writer. She did not like the show, nor the episode before which detailed the death of the character the previous week.  Too many plot malfunctions, very unlike real life, very disappointing from the well known show creator.

Real life is not so kind. Real life forced her to face her losses with tiny, microscopic steps, still appearing before her today, right in front of her, reminding her life has an end. Love has an end. Grief has no end, it is evermore for the living. It is the plot twist that comes in so many real ways and is always a shock regardless knowing it is due to us all. It is a reality she ran from hoping against all odds it could be avoided even though she knew she can't.  The gift of life is a time ticket to death, filled with the sickening sweet element of surprise, now you see her now you don't. Time travel with grief is slow at first, a solitude tantamount to living in a place where fog is a constant weather pattern, broken up only from interruptions of reality requiring one's attention. And yet she drifted into thoughts about hope and those of the living.  

Hope is an endless source of breath for the living, just like in Pandora's box.  After all the hurtful emotions race past Pandora, biting and tearing her flesh, there lies hope, glowing with sunshine, love, warm, soft and tender emotions.  Waiting to be held, to be brought back close to the heart, to mend the heart, to remind her there is meaning in death, the feeling of goodness will come from all of this, however she knew it really doesn't.  Death is death.  Life ends, taking with it every chance to share that next wonderful moment of life. To drift forward alone and without. Watching new life emerge, growing up never knowing those who traveled before these new lives begin, because a death of a person eventually goes unnoticed, a history without impact worthy of history books. A life will fade unless someone shouts they existed, and she shouted, "I exist, I am worthy, he was worthy." 

A light in a window turned on. She forgot the hour was late and her shouting woke up a sleeper. Dog jumped at her voice, tugging at the leash and she turned back to go home. "Yeah Shonda, I get what you wanted to impart to your viewers, but it could of been better, so much better than what you wrote."


Dog bounced up the stairs, waiting half way for her to disconnect the leash and then racing up to the top, smiling back down at her when he reached the landing.  Her slow climb to reach the door was a quiet game they played after every walk.  Dog loved her so and she him. Together they were a happy team of time travelers, living out a story for all to see another day.

Monday, June 2, 2014

Temptation: oh lead me to my happy place

Growing up i remember The Temptations, a musical group who rode the wave of good times and good vibrations.

Today's world has more temptations than we know how to process the temptations presented.  I find the things that are tempestuous to me is still art, beautiful art.  I drew this piece from a live setting, a very tempting type of drawing experience for me as there is a time clock on how long the model can stay posed for the artist.


I look forward to the day when I can draw again freely from live models as one can see from this drawing, is art tempting me back to the beauty of live sittings and the results of 20 minute art.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Spark-Jolt

You know when you are hit with a spark of something, a shock goes through your system unlike
anything you have felt prior to this exact moment.  It is a different feeling, one which compels you to pay attention like never before.  Hopefully you do, hopefully you don't let the current action seekers, who hover all around you, draw your attention away from the spark.  Because if they do, they have drawn you away from this very important spark moment, you being changed forever.  Perhaps this spark will get you involved in a new memory instead, because you can't step toward or into the spark, it happens - sparks are not always well timed.  Whether you act on the spark or not, ackowledging the moment of a spark hitting you, well, this feeling should never leave you, sparks are quite unique.

This happens a lot when love is in the air.  As when you walk into a crowded room and have a spark of love hit you in the head when your eyes meet.  Yes, I have learned this spark is about a person of importance, however in my life it was really past loves encountering each other in this lifetime; they never became anything - just saying.

Unlike ignoring the spark-jolt to the emotions, sometimes a spark will ignite another moment, as in lighting a fire, and in this case it is to light the fire place and warm the soul as you gaze at the burning flames. Fire is the result of a spark, so sparks can also be dangerous.  Handle with caution, regardless of the flames, real or metaphorically speaking, a spark is best handled with caution.

So, as I drift into my Sunday to find or make sparks jump to the front cortex of my brain, I leave you with this weeks' sampling of "Spark", Illustration Friday's word of the week.  Let the sparks begin!

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Voice: following your Heart for Life

Voice.  Most people associate this word with the hit T.V. Series, the one where wanna be's compete to show the world they truly can sing.

However voice is more than that, it is a nameless, faceless person, on the other end of a phone.

Listening to your voice they are weaving an image of who you are, what you look like, yet are never going to be part of your world, except by phone.  They are the voice that connects you to others.  They help you, comfort you, listen to you. Their role in life is to be a guiding voice to all your wants and desires or needs.  That is, depending on the reason you are listening to their voice.

There are also the voices in your head, not at all like the random caller in the last senario..  These voices are guide posts to your daily actions, a place where personal, non vocalized, conversation wars take place of the "Should I?" or "Shouldn't I?" variety.  Our Judgment voice is the voice balancing the answers we seek.  Sometimes there are many voices, most times it is just our own arguing with itself. When there are many voices, it is suggested to see a doctor.

I have held many a job where a new voice on the other side called about the services I provided over the phone, it was retail on demand.  They were up late, alone, not really wanting to buy something, yet here they were, watching a commercial on late night T.V., calling into my phone bank to discuss their interest and or buy the product from the commercial.

I imagined them, from their voice and background sounds I could hear.  I imagined their room, their life, however I would also have to focus to use my voice because I was being paid to sell them things they might not want, some periodicals perhaps, a vitamin or two, whatever.  All this, that is, before they have me help them with their order. Oops, gotta go, the phone is calling me.

(smile).

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Last Frontier: raised on Space

Drawn 4-22-06, soon after the job I had at Playmates ended.  This was a feeling on paper, being jettisoned like "Lost in Space".

With my pets and my car, this was it for a time.  Eight years later life left different trails, so I am  still surfing the Universe!

Wee-e-e-e-e-e-e-e!

Sunday, February 9, 2014

pre·his·tor·ic

ˌprē(h)iˈstôrik/
adjective
adjective: prehistoric; adjective: pre-historic
  1. 1.
    of, relating to, or denoting the period before written records.

Given this definition, my choice for submission to this weeks word challenge is a logo I drew for a product brought to me when working for a toy company.  

The ideas I have in my head are a constant source of inspiration to me.  This is just one of those ideas I executed straight from my head to where it is now in this submission.

This was drawn while sitting on the floor of a new apartment, 2.5 miles from a new job, in a new area of So Cal and presented to the Management for consideration.  The toy product was a non descriptive animated object, which, had the ability to move through a rotational set of functions, providing hours of entertainment and never fully being able to be defined.

The product never got past the development stage.


Sometime this happens in life.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

What is Exotic anyway?

I like a good challenge, always have and with the over active imagination I was born with, I continue to challenge my world with the notion, something good will always come of it.  That is why I liked and continue to like the challenge brought by Illustration Friday.

This weeks challenge is finding a visual interpretation for the word, "EXOTIC".

So what is exotic anyway?  In searching through a plethora of archives on my hard drive, looking for and not finding the illustration I originally wanted, I found this drawing instead.

Since people always ask if you could go back in time, what time would I pick, I have always first thought of dinosaurs.  This is a drawing I did back in the days when I worked at a company whose primary product was rubber stamping and yes, they had a line of dinosaur stamps.  When I drew this they were going through some difficult times and I don't believe this was ever made into a stamp, however I did like the feeling the drawing emitted, which is the moment of birth of a baby dinosaur.  

Dinosaurs were exotic creatures, never photographed and so never really understood by the visual eye.  The colors and textures are lost to modern man because there are no records of their true coloration's.  So in my world of wanting to know the most exotic thing I could think of, it would be this, my baby dinosaur drawing.  The drawing is much older than the copyright states because when I was looking for something "exotic", this was the date on the image in my archive - it really was drawn back in the late 1990's. So be it.

Imagination is a wonderful thing, as is drawing.  My challenge to myself this year is to always do more than last year.  Hopefully I will continue to bring the wealth of drawings I have in my archives each week and broaden my base of followers to "The Art of JP" blog site.  I feel I have a lot of good things to share this year and this illustration (as well as the others I have posted before it) will be just a part of a really good visual trip for all who come visit and read my blog.

As always, thank you for stopping by, reading my blog and spending a bit of time in my world of imaginative creativity.