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Mildly melancholic, beg yer pard'n.
tldr; Apologies for the long absence, I'll get some new art done... sometime. Maybe soon. One can only hope! I also need to get a new pencil. I realize I have no pencils at all with me in university?!
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Every now and then (more so now than ever, thanks to the increased/increasing access and connectivity offered by the web) one encounters instances of people pouring out their souls in a very raw and real manner; people whom one isn't close to, perchance a stranger, perchance an acquaintance. Sure, most all of us ramble on aloud to an extent, but the bulk of it is either trite or a facade or some sort of managed portrayal. It's also usually the artists—always the artists, sometimes in image or word or both, but words tend to have a wider impact. For me, at least. (plus it's probably because of artistic inclinations that I pick up on artists' musings) I don't consider myself eloquent by any means, in any form of expression, for that matter. This too does not help.
When I run into these little pockets of mind-and-heart exploration, I occasionally ask myself: what do I feel? why do I feel? What is it about this that triggers some sort of sympathetic (maybe empathetic) deep feeling that I can't put a finger on? Each individual case is different: sometimes the trigger feeds my own inadequacies, or jealousies, but sometimes I think it's just the morose recognition that even when unguarded we are guarded, that the most candid expressions out there are untouchable, that there are these beautiful souls out there that I'll likely never connect with, or know how to even if I could.
Words have never been my forte, but I'm ever-afraid that pictures will let me down. I will let me down, that is. Music is sustenance, but how long can the bare minimum last? I need to find drive, but lack of a destination is just as frightening as not ever leaving. There is a vicious cycle of needing to do in order to be but unable to do when one is not.
tldr; Apologies for the long absence, I'll get some new art done... sometime. Maybe soon. One can only hope! I also need to get a new pencil. I realize I have no pencils at all with me in university?!
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Every now and then (more so now than ever, thanks to the increased/increasing access and connectivity offered by the web) one encounters instances of people pouring out their souls in a very raw and real manner; people whom one isn't close to, perchance a stranger, perchance an acquaintance. Sure, most all of us ramble on aloud to an extent, but the bulk of it is either trite or a facade or some sort of managed portrayal. It's also usually the artists—always the artists, sometimes in image or word or both, but words tend to have a wider impact. For me, at least. (plus it's probably because of artistic inclinations that I pick up on artists' musings) I don't consider myself eloquent by any means, in any form of expression, for that matter. This too does not help.
When I run into these little pockets of mind-and-heart exploration, I occasionally ask myself: what do I feel? why do I feel? What is it about this that triggers some sort of sympathetic (maybe empathetic) deep feeling that I can't put a finger on? Each individual case is different: sometimes the trigger feeds my own inadequacies, or jealousies, but sometimes I think it's just the morose recognition that even when unguarded we are guarded, that the most candid expressions out there are untouchable, that there are these beautiful souls out there that I'll likely never connect with, or know how to even if I could.
Words have never been my forte, but I'm ever-afraid that pictures will let me down. I will let me down, that is. Music is sustenance, but how long can the bare minimum last? I need to find drive, but lack of a destination is just as frightening as not ever leaving. There is a vicious cycle of needing to do in order to be but unable to do when one is not.
One of those ''where to find me'' posts
Hello dA-world, and belatedly, happy 2014!
I really haven't been very active here for ages, and that infrequent sort of uploading may be getting worse seeing as art is taking quite a bit of a back seat in my life right now - at least last year I was still sort of doodling a bit if not drawing seriously, but these days it's not even that. Oh well! Updatingly, I've started full-time work teaching and designing in a drumming school so that's where my time and energy is going these days.
So it seems like it's time for a new phase in online life too: you can find me as "stalj" or related names most places; "blayrd" is a bit of a teenage memento
Singaporeans ahoy: comics event!
If you fancy checking out a bunch of neat comics in person, there's an open exhibition in some public libraries going on from now through July! It'll be showcasing works from Singapore's 24h comics day events over the past three years or so. Changing Stories is up there alongside a lot of other amazing pieces, so if any of these are in your vicinity (and if you're in Singapore, all of them classify as "in your vicinity" really), go check 'em out sometime. Launch event is this Saturday morning, 10am at Jurong Library, if you want to meet the creators and organizers too!
Jurong Library Level 3 Skybridge -- 18 March - 3 May.
Sengkang Library e
Life update
Hello you guys!
These days I'm trying to start getting into drawing things again; it's been an absurdly long hiatus from proper personal progress, since this time last year I was working on those compulsory quick painting studies and the landscape portraits/animations for school, and then after that in the middle of the year there was a huge burnout and I never quite settled down into a proper routine after moving back home from overseas exchange program, hence the dearth of arts for second half of 2012.
This year will be different!! I declare emphatically. It's tough, though! 'tis my last semester in university at present, and I'm struggli
Have a drummingly Christmas
Wishing all of you a very pleasant Christmas today!
Somewhat unrelatedly, I recently recorded a drum cover of Rush's Tom Sawyer at work, which just got released today: feel free to have a look if you like prog rock stuff!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3unQR4JgR0
© 2012 - 2024 blayrd
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I like this journal. But alas, I don't have much energy right now, so I don't think I can come up with the kind of response this journal deserves.
I occasionally open myself up to people I don't know well and pour out parts of my soul to them. Mostly if I see something in them that tells me they're the kind of person I can be open with. Like they're the calm and blunt type and I can tell by our conversing that they won't be offended or think I'm silly if I say whatever I want to them. And/or if I think they're intelligent enough that they'd understand the deep things I say to them.
I occasionally open myself up to people I don't know well and pour out parts of my soul to them. Mostly if I see something in them that tells me they're the kind of person I can be open with. Like they're the calm and blunt type and I can tell by our conversing that they won't be offended or think I'm silly if I say whatever I want to them. And/or if I think they're intelligent enough that they'd understand the deep things I say to them.