Tuesday, 23 November 2010

Michelangelo's Libyan Sibyl

Remember when I had bunch of drawings up in here? Yeah, me too. I drew a Libyan Sibyl already, in fact almost a year ago to this day... but that was a statue at the Met and this is from the Sistine Chapel, which I didn't go to, I just looked it up on my phone. Ain't technology grand?

Zimbardo on Evil

This was fascinating. When he talks about the anonymous groups cultivating evil, it made me think about the internet and the way people use it to do really fucked up things. I want to read his book!

Tuesday, 16 November 2010

Sunday, 7 November 2010

Rozz Williams

Thank you for your time with us

Friday, 5 November 2010

The Glass Top Coffin

Sometimes depression hits hard.

Especially when I'm working on my art.

Making art is dealing with constant failure, in fact a fever pitch of riding the edge of ambition and failure is required to maintain "the groove." On one side lies the rut, on the other, the wave. This conflict can be a form of terrorism, or self torture.

I think depression can be its own tool, but it is very very difficult to capture, and when it is captured, it will eat away at itself, depression will gnaw its own foot off to get free. Never doubt this.

When depression hits I try to go outside myself. I can't go to any "feel good" places. They seem hollow or too precious to relate to where I am. A therapist would tell me that "depression is anger turned inward." And as one of my favorite lyrics says, "Anger is an energy" (PIL). So how to turn this energy INTO energy? Because depression feels like the opposite of energy. It feels debilitating or threatening. It feels ending.

Believe it or not, exercise is one of the only thing that makes me feel better. Your mind is part of your body, and so pressing the body into movement helps move the mind out of the darkest places, and pushing your mind into your body which moves into another plane of pleasure and pain. There is no space for depression in the body. If you're dealing with depression and haven't tried exercising, please try it, just for a week.

The other thing I turn to is music. And so having said all that, I would like to share with you an extremely special recording... this cheers me up when I'm down.

RAMASES was once visited by his namesake, the Egyptian god, while parking his car as a central heating salesman named Martin Raphael. He began recording some singles with his wife, Sel but not many paid much attention. He shopped around for a label, but few would take him seriously.

He first scored a deal with Columbia records (no small feat!) and released a 45 that is now possibly worth more than your entire record collection. The single failed, and they retried only to fail each time.

Ramases then scraped up enough interest to record an album from prog label Vertigo. It was called Space Hymns in 1970 with the musicians that were on the precipice of forming 10cc (don't worry, it sounds nothing like 10cc). This album failed to enter any charts, but Ramases and Sel were tenacious. There is no telling what they were up to in the four years between these two albums, but one can only hope it was cosmic.

His next album is what I am giving to you. Glass Top Coffin. It rests somewhere between folky ballads, Moody Blues-styled AM gold, and proggy occult/space narration. Every song has full orchestration... by members of the Royal Philharmonic and London Symphony Orchestra no less!

It is beautiful, melancholy, spacey, uplifting, familiar and strange. I hope you will enjoy!

It has been out of print for decades, but was recently reissued by Esoteric Recordings, whose catalog of prog (and psych and so much more) is staggering. Check it out if you want something weird and heavy.

I guess I feel kinship with this music, in its failure and beauty. It was never popular, it never will be, but exists somewhere in this universe and that alone gives me hope. It keeps me balanced on the precipice and pushes me in places I would not normally go... but I'm glad I went.

I'm sorry to end on a sad note, but it must be said that Ramases comitted suicide three years after this was released. But eventually we will all pass. I am glad that his art exists, and will continue to grant hope in a world that often feels hopeless.

If I had a glass top coffin,
I would see my friends all around,
I would see their faces by my graveside
I would see the smile in their frowns

Remember, remember

"Farewell, old friend!" he said, a tear gathering in his eye, "farewell! Catesby" he added as he resigned the weapon to him, "I have one request to make. Let my sword be buried with me."

----William Harrison Ainsworth

"There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof."

----V via Alan Moore

Thursday, 4 November 2010

Freewheel Fan Art


I'm still super new to computer coloring, so I'm a little wary of how this turned out... but overall I like it!

This is fan art for Liz Baillie's FREEWHEEL, which updates thrice a week at www.freewheelcomics.com. It's an awesome comic, and one of the inspiration for my webcomic which will be debuting... uh, longly.

Check out Freewheel. Like the name says, it's free so you have no excuse!


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