Shadow/Self

To Expand on the Jungian theme, I created a book to discuss my Self, Shadow and Animus, using scanography for the imagery. I entitled it, “Archetypes”, which I will post up later. These two images posted are the illustrations for the Self (in white) and the Shadow (in black). Scanography is essentially using a scanner as photography for art work. You can move around to create cool effects, or add items onto the glass to create a different universe. Some people will make a box filled with things and place it on top of the scanner to create a scenery suspending in space.

It’s really cool.

I wish to try this out again.

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To Hear Another’s Voice

This was a digital sketch I composed about  year ago for a lithograph idea. I was going thru a strange emotional time, in an uncomfortable setting. I felt it necessary to express to the external world the kind of convoluted abstractness going on inside my brain; for if I didn’t, I would begin to  lose connection with the everything.

However, words would have no function to describe such eccentric, in depth thoughts and feelings; they can only go so far. And so I began an idea with this, although, I like the collage by itself.

I was having articulate dreams about strangers that would interact with me on a very emotional level. This was when I became invested in Carl Jung, his beliefs, his followers, and those that hate him.

In this image, I was playing around with spiraling loneliness, of flesh, thought and virtue; but I was also toying with the idea of the Animus and the Shadow.

Plus, both of the actors seemed fitting; both known for composing lush beauty and airy grace, yet there is little known about the souls of either. Lost in Hollywood’s mystery of talent, drugs, sex, and good looks, it seems both have suffered their own set of personal dilemnas; something with which I feel most of us, regardless of background history, have dealt with at some point in their lives.

What’s love got to do with it?

Somewhere Up There

The plan is to save up a load of money, separate from paying off some loans. This will begin now, I’ll open a savings account and put in $100 a paycheck -assuming I can get a job that pays above minimum wage.

The second plan is to work out, quit smoking altogether, quit drinking coffee, be one with the elements. As cheesy as this sounds, it’s what I will need to do in preparation.

I’m thinking a year after graduation, maybe 2 years, depending on the situation, I will buy a plane ticket to Peru. Yes, that’s right, Peru. I’m going to discover some things about myself, about the world, about humans and the human body while I travel thru the Amazon and to the Andes. I’m going to meet all kinds of people and creatures. I’ll face death multiple times. The travel guide should be safe, but travelling by yourself is never a guaranteed safe travel.

I’ll let go of everything I know; my phone, my books, my friends, my family, past lovers, current hope, a career, an adversary. I’ll live among villagers in the Andes, I’ll see how they sleep and eat and work, what they do to get by. If they feel victimized; or if it should matter. This will be until I meet the planned, appointed and paid visit with the shaman Don Alberto. We will meet at a rocky cliff, a point that looks over an awesome arid climate. We will sit in the dirt among 10-20 other lost individuals from across the world, and listen. A golden halo will sneak its way around his dark, silhouetted figure, as his wondrous towering head of knowledge will block the sun from where I am sitting beneath him. He will speak and I’ll remain silent for hours, only listening. I’ll take the bowl and let the drink ease its way down my throat the way that river bends through the wild fertility of the South American earth.

For a couple of hours, my body will perish in agony as I vomit out everything: my food, my thoughts, my memories, my feeling. I will be pure of thought and self. Then I will wonder why I’m there, why I am here, why I am me and not you. I’ll wonder how I got there, what led me up to the decision and where will I go from there. I will think I’m about to die, or perhaps that I was always dead. Once the thriving pain eases up, the fire in my stomach will slowly die down, I’ll be able to open my eyes again and look out into the world. I will take a long gander into that desert; that long, endless desert.