Off to see the Wizard, and then some....

Okay, so today I scanned in some drawings and uploaded them to my photobucket account. Which means I can share them here.

Consider yourselves lucky I feel like sharing.

By the way, you can click the pictures for a larger view, in case you wish to enjoy them at a larger size.

Let's start off with Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz series of books. Well, Dorothy as I imagine her at 18-ish, as I haven't figured out how to draw children yet.



Then we'll move on to my version of the Scarecrow. I just love the idea of his mouth being a tear in the bag that makes up his head. I know the book says his mouth is painted on, but consider it artistic license.



Moving on to the Tin Woodman. When I colored him, I decided that his hat didn't necessarily have to be made of tin. I think I may like it more if it were the same color as the rest of his body, but I still like it.



Now let's look at the Cowardly Lion. This drawing draws(heh) more from the movie version than the book, but that's because I didn't have any photo reference of lions when I drew this. Oh well. Maybe next time.



Mostly unrelated, here is my drawing of the Frog Prince. Of course, later on in the Oz books, he introduces a character that is a human-sized frog. But I didn't remember that until tonight, so there's really no relation here. I just made up the relation. I can do that. I'm the artist.



I hope you enjoyed the art(?) viewing.

New Poem

So, apparently, the idea that grabbed my attention before absolutely refuses to be fleshed out. Maybe it'll come later, but for now, here is the complete poem. And I may never flesh it out.


Today,
today my eyes
are blue.


So, what do you think? I hope it doesn't come across as a cop-out.

Disjointed...

Lots of different ideas running through my head right now. So, lucky you! You get to read all of them, in a slightly shorter form than you might have, had I decided to flesh these out to make full posts.

Labios Compartidos (Shared Lips)

A song by Mana, a Mexican rock group whose music I really enjoy. The basic idea of the song is a love triangle, from the point of view of one of the two guys in love with the girl. One line says "I can no longer share your lips." What I love about this line, is that it is so ambiguous that it could mean he can't share her lips any longer because she's already left him, and won't be his to kiss any more. Or, it could mean that he's found out about the other guy, and is no longer willing to share her lips with that guy, so he's ending the relationship. Every time I hear this song, if I think about the words, it makes my heart ache.

Britain's Got Talent

If you can, go to www.youtube.com and look up some clips from this competition. Especially with the names Paul Potts or Connie Talbot. Paul is a cell phone salesman who entered the contest and sings opera. His voice is absolutely incredible, but what gets me is his countenance while singing. It's so obvious while he sings that singing and music are the of absolute importance to him. In an interview he says that he has always suffered with a bad self-esteem and that singing is the only thing he's ever felt he was good at, and that even when he was being bullied, his voice was his friend. He could go home and sing and everything would be okay. Both songs that he sang on this program have absolutely moved me to tears. With the first time he sings on the show, you can tell the judges are ready for a horrible performance when he tells them he sings opera. Then he starts, and their jaws just hit the floor; they are flabbergasted.

Connie Talbot is a cute as a button six year old with an amazing gift for singing. Her audition piece was "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" which is a song I love anyway, but she puts so much feeling into it (even at six) that after three notes, I was in tears.

Yes, I cried quite a bit this evening.

My Muse

I had a visit from my itinerant muse this week. I actually completed several drawings while at work over two or three shifts. And I wrote the poem I posted in the previous post. And I've managed to get the majority of the lyrics for a song I've had in my head for a while. And, apparently I need to learn guitar, because this song is a guitar song. I feel really creative, and that's very nice after such a long drought.

New Poem

I was looking in the mirror today as I was washing my hands, and I noticed my eyes, and I said to myself, "Today my eyes are blue." That struck me as poetically significant, and I'm digesting that line to create a poem around it. I know the basic form, but not the content. Does that make sense?

Mom's favorite topic

I had an interesting "revelation" today. I figured out that I'm a pretty decent fellow and that I'm worth waiting to find the female that will accept me and love for who I am. So there!

Of course, who knows how long that idea will last?

Anyway, those are the things running through my head at the moment. I thought there was another, but I can't remember it, so you don't get to read it. Sorry!

Threads of Fate

The threads of Fate tie me
to the decisions I've made
in the past,
their accumulated strength exceeding
iron shackles and chains.

The weight of responsibility
for those decisions

pulling me backwards, away
from the light of decisions
I wish to make, the way
I wish to go.

Tiring of the constant struggle,
I wish to rest,
sliding back one step,
two,
giving up ground won in
hard-fought, tear-drenched battles,
hoping the brief rest will grant me
the renewed strength to

slowly

win back that precious ground, and
then some, knowing that this
war
won't end until

I give up

or

I am free.

Here I go again....

I really need to snap this vicious cycle I seem to perpetuate. I start feeling a little depressed, so I do something stupid. Maybe I spend too much, maybe something else. Then I feel guilty for the stupid thing I did, and I feel even more depressed. I usually won't go much farther, because that's usually when I recognize the cycle and try to stop it, but sometimes I can really beat myself up about it.

I'm getting down again right now. To the point where it's almost affecting my work. Inbetween calls today I almost got myself to the point of tears, but I caught myself in time, as I still had a job to do.

Now that throws up a red flag, saying, "Hey, you need help, and soon." Unfortunately the therapy I would like to try is a fairly new thing, and I don't know if it's spread out farther than the Provo, UT, area.

I want to try that particular therapy because my little sister just went through it and feels really good about it. And she's had a lot more therapy than I have. And we're fairly similar, so I think it would work for me.

Unfortunately, my job kind of gets in the way of me going up there for sessions, even if I could afford to make the trip that many times.

So, yeah, until I get an answer back from the therapist I wrote to, who knows when I'll be able to find the solution here in Mesa.

Grrr. I hate when I can see a possibly great solution but it won't work.