tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79309892011-07-14T19:40:21.807-05:00open discussion of original art workthe kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18157501696678418897noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1114658885223264072005-04-27T22:18:00.000-05:002005-04-27T22:31:37.403-05:00

click img to enlargethis is really not my first ever painting. i took a painting class in college and really sucked at it. but here's one i did - inspired by a vision that I had & sketched in my journal - and found out later that night that a kid in the youth group had the same vision.interperet as you wish :)it's acrylic paints & china marker (aka grease pencil) on MDF

Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488175665134575358noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1109350945475884942005-02-25T12:02:00.000-05:002005-02-25T12:02:25.476-05:00

pink lemonade Originally uploaded by railyuh. I'm not a paint artist by any means, but this is something I've done just for fun. Any thoughts on it?

Annienoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1104618311609619102005-01-01T17:17:00.000-05:002005-01-01T17:25:11.610-05:00

this is a worship song i wrote a while back May my life become A discovery of what You have done for me Never Ending Forever amazing, Lord What You have done for me A new creation now is here The veil's been torn I see You Clear and beautiful Just like You have always been The old is gone and passed away I see the light of a new Day and I just drift away With you again And may my purpose

j andrew taylornoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1104272080513251452004-12-28T17:05:00.000-05:002004-12-28T17:19:17.190-05:00

so.. here it is (click on it to open it in a new window) Alright. Here goes nothing. I decided to post something other than my writing... It's a collage in a page of a book I've been altering. It's my favorite one and my first attempt at this kind of art. The title is "Affaires de Coeur" - if you look real close, the only text that hasn't been painted over is that phrase. Materials: acrylic

Lexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488175665134575358noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1103998017608359792004-12-25T13:06:00.000-05:002004-12-25T13:06:57.606-05:00

swings Originally uploaded by railyuh. Well, if anyone is still paying attention I've finally gotten around to making a contribution (thanks to the scanner/printer I got for Christmas). Maybe another medium will jumpstart some activity around here.I took this photo about 1 1/2 years ago and developed it myself in the darkroom. I like it, but you don't have to, I won't cry...and if I do

Annienoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1103569400797366502004-12-20T13:55:00.000-05:002004-12-20T14:03:20.796-05:00

I haven't been around here at all lately. I guess I'm not the only one. I was hoping that this place would serve as a spur in my creative ass. But no dice. I don't think it's the place as much as I have reeeeaaaaally thick skin on my creative ass and it takes a hard spurring to get me moving. I wouldn't give up hope for this thing. There's bound to be more dedicated people in this group

j andrew taylornoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1101012244962628082004-11-20T23:42:00.000-05:002004-11-20T23:44:04.963-05:00

just so it's official, interest has been tailing off in the past while and i've been busy so i'm thinking this is over for right now. i'm always happy to do what little i can to foster creativity so any further submissions or ideas are welcome.

the kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18157501696678418897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1099411276399265142004-11-02T10:57:00.000-05:002004-11-02T11:01:16.400-05:00

we all recognize the ebb and flow of websites by now. many times, user-driven sites have peaks and troughs. sometimes it's based on changing interests. sometimes it's based on typical school and holiday schedules. other times, it's just that those involved are very busy people. that's ok with me. i would like to connect this blog to those from Relevant who are novel blogging right now. i know a

the kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18157501696678418897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1098539373651427472004-10-23T08:44:00.000-05:002004-10-23T08:49:33.653-05:00

as some of you have seen on relevant, there is a month-long group exercise just around the corner. this sitewill tell you too much about the event. you might also consider blogging your novel from your own blog as suggested here. i'm seriously considering. it's not that i have a great idea but it's a great motivator to just get writing and stay motivated.

the kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18157501696678418897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1097914928394313892004-10-16T03:13:00.000-05:002004-10-16T03:22:08.396-05:00

He stole her from the land of free papayas. From verdant leaves glazed with rain, ripe fruit in their backyard garden, dark vines inching their way through nests of coconut. He tore her from an antisepticised paradise, from shopping in air-conditioned malls, a house where a live-in Filipino servant completed mundane chores and a twice-a-week Malaysian gardener created a semblance of Eden. From

Dawnnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1097793179389712082004-10-14T17:31:00.000-05:002004-10-14T17:32:59.390-05:00

I could say your smile is magical, and your eyes are windows to your soul, or say being with you makes me feel whole. But that would make you vomit. You might say your only goal is to love me, and you’ll always hold my hand when I need to cry. Or you might swear to love me into eternity. Those are just more stained glass promises— colored reality that’s easily shattered. I still believe in a

Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213693040362835663noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1097244686153580562004-10-08T09:10:00.000-05:002004-10-08T09:33:13.660-05:00

so much of my life driven towards noble goals strength called upon people alone souls lost i learned quick enough though that over time paces slack that men young with vigor slow their steps for little ones that aged ones stoop with bent back will this burning flame mellow? will red become orange and then someday yellow? i wonder but still i march the drumbeat piped into my soul my feet hit

the kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18157501696678418897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1096557616128924032004-09-30T10:10:00.000-05:002004-09-30T10:20:16.126-05:00

I wrote this around 8 years ago. Vederesque lyrics that cut so deep Touching my innermost feelings I thought no one else could understand But I was wrong This blissful state I find myself in Is tainted with flecks of pain I thought I could be happy But I was wrong I thought I knew the way And what would happen for today But tomorrow changed And again I was was wrong Better no feeling? As

j andrew taylornoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1096427895836899592004-09-28T21:43:00.000-05:002004-09-28T22:18:15.836-05:00

Hey folks, our Union Board is currently taking submissions for their quarterly arts publication (also called "Canvas" ironically) and I've decided to finally cave and submit something this time around. The problem is that I'm very indecisive and also a pretty lousy judge of my own material, so I thought I would appeal for some feedback by linking to a few old poems that I may submit (I can only

A.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132944914135792881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1096326826441655772004-09-27T18:12:00.000-05:002004-09-27T18:13:46.440-05:00

Make sure you take a look at the poetry that has sprung up on Relevant in the past few days and give a comment or kind word. There's plenty of room for expression out there and I'm sure it would be much appreciated. Thanks Jerrett for the recent poem. I know, for one, will comment a little later.

the kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18157501696678418897noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1096255411319762182004-09-26T22:18:00.000-05:002004-09-26T22:23:31.320-05:00

Deep feels so dark, Cold only I can feel. Unmeasurable sorrow, Unseeable scars. Gaping wounds of pain and hurt, Killing my heart and soul. Tears of fear, Blame is me. Comfort found in death, Happiness in Numbness. I can't wait, I cant feel. Blame is Me, Blame is Me. Only I can be Blamed for me. The Spirit is not felt, Only pain and fear. Weakness is my Strength, Depth I'll never Know.

Jerretthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01004469975336403450noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1095263425604382092004-09-15T10:46:00.000-05:002004-09-15T10:50:25.606-05:00

we've hinted at it before but if you want to submit something for group discussion and its not in written form we really just need a link. that means that aspiring visual artists could put a link to their image in the relevant imagestation account. mucisians would need to post a link to an established site or talk to me about how to store their music. that said, it would be great for us to talk

the kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18157501696678418897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1094818680095159672004-09-10T07:15:00.000-05:002004-09-10T07:18:00.096-05:00

I’m in a 6 am traffic jam breathing exhaust fumes of yellow and green Another early-rising commuter fighting for my handful of ‘magic beans’ And the radio updates are much faster than my traveling speed Giving reports of ‘Hitlerwood’s’ elite biting the hands that feed Yes, we are the ones who make your Benz payment and cover you’re the multi-million dollar mortgage on your house We pay your child

ezrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15228818171563306763noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1094598288367530782004-09-07T17:54:00.000-05:002004-09-07T18:04:48.366-05:00

Well id like to give a greeting to all you poets on here and first say this place is a den of inspiring ideas that i have fed off of. Im not a big fan of long introductions so I will reveal my easel on this blog. This poem i wrote about a year ago and it is about the change one experiences during certain time periods of ones life. She returns to this earth With no reminder but Streams of

the_generic_guynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1093774086183798072004-08-29T05:03:00.000-05:002004-08-29T05:08:06.183-05:00

Well, I wanted to get started with my own novice contribution. This is not recent, but I think it will be new to most of you. Although, I'm sure if you pasted Parke's poem for being ambiguously erotic, you'll just love this one. :o) I'm pinched; My dreams sank off the end of my nerves. You're real flesh your lungs breathe real air, I don't believe in mythic singer's whims I don't believe I'm

A.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12132944914135792881noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1093620849513096752004-08-27T10:32:00.000-05:002004-08-27T10:34:09.513-05:00

I'll be in Chicago for a week due to my brother's wedding. As internet access is sporadically available there, I'm not sure how much I'll be around. It would be good to see another contribution sometime soon.

the kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18157501696678418897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1092890535952395582004-08-18T23:38:00.000-05:002004-08-18T23:49:10.366-05:00

Maddened by melancholy and I am faulted because of your bitterness. I make a sacrifice on the altar. Come and commit with manacled Hands to grope, strum, and hurt. Say it. You are going. We grapple with time held in the clock. Dancing in my distilled shrine, You fault me for playing at the gate, As you waft laughter Through your unfinished lie. Shining on the heights with drunken Moons alter

Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213693040362835663noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1092869484659674492004-08-18T17:49:00.000-05:002004-08-18T17:51:24.660-05:00

I'm very eager to see the look of this improve. You'll notice I changed templates because the other template wasn't really designed for group blogs though I liked its look better than this one. Anyone willing to toy with it? I'll provide whoever wants to with admin capabilities.

the kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18157501696678418897noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1092627275481723802004-08-15T22:27:00.000-05:002004-08-15T22:34:35.480-05:00

Ok, I guess I should bite the bullet first. This is very unlike me but check out something I've written recently and let me know what you think. Slowly my hands encircle Nose twitches at a familiar and exotic scent Eyes grow wide Heart beats with anticipation The cellophane is turned down The clasp undone The jacket set aside Then gently, almost gingerly, the disc is set in place A

the kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18157501696678418897noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930989.post-1092275168577173642004-08-11T20:40:00.000-05:002004-08-11T20:46:08.576-05:00

I was trying to think of some profound quote to start us off with but I think it might be best to keep it simple. This is a group blog to encourage original art. We're all relatively mature so feel free to post helpful suggestions, just make sure the comment is about the work and not the creator. We might need some guidelines over time but for right now the only request is that keep our posting

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