In the Garden of Orphin

Welcome to my territories, young adventurers!

These are my sacred domains, in which I reign supreme and away from the outside world. The caterpillars are my loyal vassals. The butterflies are my graceful dancers waiting to entertain me as they fly through the air. Black spiders are my brave chassoes, always keeping my dobby white flowers safe from the unworthy glazzies.

Back there lives a white tiger, as well. He keeps my garden a secret. He tells me stories about the world. He makes me company whenever nobody even notices me. He is my droog. He is my best friend.

Would anybody believe the fun I have in there? Perhaps I don't play games, nor jump like a child whenever I go there, (that would not be the correct Royal etiquette) but, just the mere fact of breathing some secret fresh air, or looking at the unwanted flowers growing in there makes me feel alive. And happy. And in peace.

The wind itself comes and sings me warbles. Bees come buzzing the latest news from a distant prairie. They seem to enjoy playing with my hair. We have picnics sometimes, based merely in the delicious, sladky smell of hot spring air. Big crows come and wait for me to read them some books. We've read Faust two times already.

I may do as I want. I am free to dream. I am free to breathe. I am finally free.

I love looking at the sky. That is my favorite thing to do.

Whoever said spiders were not dobby photographers?

Quicktime, sire ~

Once again.
Quickie time, ladies and gentleman:

Took about 2 days to finish, because I am that lazy and couldn't stay focused on it for more than 15 minutes each time (same as the last quickie drawing, basically).



Technique: I drew all of it. Using uni-ball mic. Everything is hand-colored; using Prismacolor Professional colors.
Oh, yes, character concept is property of Gaiaonline.com

Everybody, Hail Queen

Have I ever known of a more innovative band before? I don't think so, nor have many of you, either, I would dare to say.

I remember back in my elementary school days, when my father would play Queen's records in his old cassette player on the way to school. I didn't understand a word they were saying (english not being my mother language), but that didn't matter much, either way, for Queen's music was universal, and all of their songs transmitted certain feelings, ideas, and images, even!

The very band itself was amazing. Each of their members were trully talented and charismatic. Each of them had their well defined personality, and apported something special to the band's unique sound. I love how each of them had their part in the overall sound and music of the band. Every single one of them was equally important to the band. They were all special chellovecks working in their music together. There were no egos involved whatsoever.


They were true pioneers! Hard rock & Metal pioneers! Never afraid to incorporate different kinds of sounds to their music. How about some glam rock mixed with a pinch of progressive rock and sprinkled with a bit of blues? Have you ever heard of anything better than that? If you ever see any of today's bands doing anything; Queen, ladies and gentleman, has already done it before. Ten times bigger and better. Because they are that great.

Brian May's way with the guitar was awesome! It was as if he and his Red Special would turn into one individual just to perform some of the greatest riffs ever heard.

Gaga Oh la la? She wouldn't even have her artistic name if it wasn't for a certain drummer named Roger Taylor, children. Just keep that in mind. Wink wink.

A certain John Deacon (who, by the way was an engineer genious, as well as a versatile bass player. He was said to be an Electronics magician, since he built and adapted several of Queen's electronics equipment. It was his "Deacy Amp" the final touch at Bohemian Rhapsody.

Now, that is what I call some serious talent all in one band!

And now, for the Grand finale...! (*Drums rolls go in here*) we all know Queen's heart and soul was a man. Lead singer, Freddie Mercury (Everybody, hail!).
Freddie was such a passionate man, it seemed. He was a real artist, and definetely, one of the best singers EVER known by mankind. Have you ever watched any of their videos? Seen their live presentations? The man was a true genious! Pure charisma and dynamic awesomeness. Scientists all over the world believe he was made of pure epic musical power. And that is a fact.
Seriously, He is one of the most talented artists I have ever heard of. Just listen to his lyrics. It was poetry made rock. Bohemian Rhapsody. ENOUGH SAID. That song is EPIC. And you must know I hardly ever use that word, for it makes me sound like a pompous little brat; but its use is necessary in this case. Ah, the structure of that song is marvelous. A song talking about sin and redemption? Angels and demons? Crime and punishment? Yes, please! A thousand times, YESSSSSSS!
Seven Seas of Rhye, anyone? No wonder why he is considered the "Ultimate God of Rock". Well earned title, if you ask me. His life performances were god-like. He was able to easily keep the audience astonished over his voice and music and overall awesomeness, as well!

Oh, well, I could go on and on and on AND on forever and would ultimately just praise Queen over and over again.
Obvious post is obvious (and long), hmm?
Okay, then, this is good-bye! I've sadly got homework to do now.
And so, I shall continue listening to my beloved Bohemian Rhapsody now. Peet, all!

They float.

They all float... and when you're down here with me, you will float, too.

It is time for a quickie!

Ok, so here it quickly goes:
I am:

-Going back to college tomorrow.
-Frustrated because of the above statement.
-Trying to finish some projects within my deadlines.
-Trying not to chop my own head off (think of the mess that would imply, and the time it would take to clean up. And I have certainly got no time for that right now!)
-Trying to sort a way out on how to use lace in a painting.
-Thinking about a way to make more money. Possibly starting my own business.
-Wishing for some rain.
-Annoyingly trying to get some practice on Dev C++

And so, and keeping up with the whole 'quickie' theme, here, plase take a look at another quickie (drawing, that is) I made for a friend a while ago:

Took about 2 days to finish, because I am that lazy and couldn't stay focused on it for more than 15 minutes each time.





Technique: I drew all of it. Using uni-ball micro deluxe pen in black. Everything is hand-colored ; using Prismacolor Professional colors. Then added the sparkles in her eyes with SumoPaint.
Oh, yes, character concept is property of Gaiaonline.com

WOAH, Look at that! I am insanely beautiful!

What can be wrong whenever one's eyelashes are whitest than snow, your eyes are bigger than a baby deer's eyes, your cheeks are pink as a baby cupcake and your perfectly pink lips are the frame for your slightly crooked pearly teeth?
Yes, everything would be perfect in your life if you ever got to look like a snow Russian princess wearing her coin crumpled mystical headwrap! Nope, anything would be wrong then, for everybody would work their hardest to make your wishes come true, and your very words would become their command.

But not today. You still have to study and get over with college, young girl. Start making your own money and pay the bills, you lazy, lazy young uncertainty!
So, there you go. Start focusing now, and stop wasting your time with these worthless posts already.

Geez, kids these days!




Serafima Vakulenko for John Galliano's fall 2009 rtw collection.
Picture by style.com

Hej, jeg hedder Friedrich

...And I viddy right through you.

Trip to Puebla

I highly enjoyed this past trip we made to Puebla. The city was beautiful, and the people very kind. Although, my most favorite part was its Cathedral.

Well, most of Puebla's churches are gorgeous to look at. Their barroque style is magnificent. Its golden details perfect. Everything inside acquired a look of sanctity to it. I enjoyed looking at those ceilings filled with gothic golden flowers. There was not a single space left un-adorned. All you could see was golden opullency adorning every wall, every stair, every window... everything!
I had the vane thought even the sladkvat sneeties do come true sometimes!

And then, the organist started playing one beautiful piece of music in that gorgeous organ, chasoded by what looked like The Gate from Heaven's doors. The very final touch for the most amazing architectural work I have ever seen. Its beauty still haunts me in my dreams. It was a very inspiring visit.

But, oh, well. Back to reality, we had to leave because the Cathedral closed its doors at 8. Sad things are sad, but I figured such a gorgie pie needs their beauty sleep as well, yes?
Viddy? I love you enough to let you go, Gorgeous Cathedral! I shall never forget you, and perhaps, the next time I visit you again, I will not ookadeet you by 8, but will instead hide in one of your fine corners and I will never ookadeet, so we can be together forever. And ever. And ever. AND EVER (Insert many hearts in here, please).

Isn't my baby gorgeous? She didn't even need any photoshop to look this great. That is some insane beauty.







Now, how many of you can say have seen The Gates of Heaven with your very eyes? I know I would be crazy jealous if I were you, hmm?







I still wonder if they will let me in, though.

Artwork, or so I say

We all knew this time would come. The non-existant time between 3 and 4 in the morning where every sense of reality is lost, minootas have stopped passing by, and all that comes in to my golova is a mix of tortuous thoughts induced by all of today's to do's and whatnot's. There is a strange numbness to my brain.
The time when I am left alone in this vast domy. Nothing else exists but me and the distant zvook of a bird. Some foot-steps, perhaps. The zvook of iron moving. Dookly zvooks. The mortifying zvooks I don't know their origin.
But, within this paralel dimmension just created, I remember something I have wanted to show the world, and that is my so called Artwork. So, there you go, sleepy-self. Please, feel free to post whatever nonsense you may.

Technique: I drew all of it, using a regular 2H pencil.





"Not all those who wander are lost" - JRR Tolkien

The Walrus and the Carpenter

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

Sick, yet again

Ever since our just-girls-night-out-Emma’s-birthday-celebration last friday night, my throat, and practically, my whole respiratory system have been acting up on me.
I believe the fact it was freezing outside, almost 6ºC, and us wearing dresses didn’t make things any better for me and that dobby ol’ RS of mine. Well, at least I was wearing my leather jacket! Unlike most of my friends, who I pitied that night, for they were only wearing nothing but their cute mini dresses.

Well, either way, I don’t believe I would’ve done things a lot more different, since it had been a long time since I last went out, and I really felt like dressing up that one night. Perhaps I would’ve/should’ve at least worn a cute, cozy scarf back then?

Ah, in the end, I got what I called for. Although, I can’t recall explicitly calling for those nights without sleep, nor breathing and non-stop kashling!

Oh, well, I definetely learned my lesson, and next time, I will choose weather-appropriate-clothes over glamour! … yeah, right … Ah, well, I’d better start buying some oranges for the next time, and pray for that dobby vitamin C to work its best!

Until then, good-bye, and, unlike me, try wearing a nice warm sweater next time you go out on any chill ocassion.

Either way, and no matter what, Peet all! Perhaps we shall peet nothing but orange juice this time, anything for our health’s sake!

Them Holy

As I climbed the highest peak, words couldn’t identify myself no more.

A beautiful image came to my sight. Their whole world is made of golden.

They have beautiful black glazzies, and bleeding white rots.

And they feed off of misery. They speak to me in languages I can’t understand.

Da ehj toiç o vouijah trull oon desthad?

Blood starts to pour down my nose.

It is so beautiful, words cannot express.

From the highest tower she fell. And as she hit the floor, a raw sound awoke us all.

Heard their cries for Vendetta.

Soh vouijah oh troll andist noh!

Where am I now? What have I done? Please, someone help me go back.

Their cries in excitement make me go numb. Their beautiful horns shine with the moonlight.

Daas ehn taj sihka hilken!

I don’t want to go back. Beauty is everything that meets the eye.

Did you know she was their bride? We will never see her again. And light possessed her soul. Words cannot express.

They are the most beautiful yet to know. Oh, Sitjah, your dream, has it even begun?

Tears start to fall down. My eyes started to bleed.

What were we thinking? They are the most beautiful creation. They have got everything we need. Please save me, please. Ah, their holy voices as they govoreet. That is all I can hear, and finally, I’m feeling comfortably numb.

They may feed off of me now. It is a very blessing to even be considered. Oh, Sitjah, your dream, has it even begun?

Please save me. All I see is golden. Golden and blood.

We may go through a transfiguration. But in the end, they are all I’ve seeked for.

Finally, golden and blood, golden and blood.

I am Illuminated.

Blessings and Blue

I saw a white tiger, walking in my backyard.

And he came, and he passed by, but he never noticed me.

As he passed by the stairs I heard him singing. And I saw him dancing. And his body was white as the snow, and lighther than water, and graceful like the wind.

As I walked closer, a little twig broke and he stared right at me. His refulgent blue eyes, brighter than the sky. I found the promised blessings then. The gifts everlasting. I found true joy. And I found sanctity.

And the tiger rised to the sky. And he was then gone.

It was a new bliss. It was a new mistake. There’s a cage in the skies, there’s a man inside the cage. He’s asleep now, but he’ll wake up soon.

His refulgent blue eyes won’t stare back at me anymore.

Bleeding Trees

I am sorry I am still sad.
I am sorry I am always down.
Did I put myself down like that?
Perhaps I never noticed how pathetic I trully was. Until I heard what I heard.
I don't like being this way.
I don't like being myself.
I wish I were better, and I wish I were worthy.
I am always sad. I am always apathetic.
I am always talking about myself.
I am sorry for this.
Please, excuse my stupidness.
Please, forgive my hunger for attention.

McQueen

As I came home back from college, earlier today, the news of acclaimed fashion designer, Alexander McQueen’s death were so unexpected they felt like a blatant lie.

Out of all people involved in the fashion or entertainment business, it would’ve never occured to me that McQueen would die at this very stage of his career. Perhaps, it is because we all tend to forget that death is the most natural part of life, no matter the way we may reach it. On behalf of McQueen’s family, let us all not talk about his death causes, nor details. But just remember him as the brilliant artist he was.

McQueen was very a talented artist. He was even considered today’s fashion’s ” l’enfant terrible” for he made his own rules, and he always worked according to his very own aesthetic and ideals. To me, he was a true genious. I had always found all of his pieces to be trully magnificent. He knew how to dress women, his shapes were always beautiful and very interesting to look at.

His fashion shows were always delightful. One of the most unconventional shows one may ever see. The atmosphere he created was so unique one would feel like you’ve just encountered a new dimension. It was truly A SHOW.

All there is left to say is, I share McQueen’s familie’s sense of shock and grief. May Alexander McQueen finally rest in peace.

Orphin has spoken

It is already time to start focusing.

Achieve goals, etc.

I think I will try to give my life an art approach. Such as practicing more watercoloring, since it is one of the most classical ways of art and self-expression; sculpting and reading a lot more.

I will try to start writting more, too. See if I can express the ideas going through that twisted, yet romantic vortex-cage that lies inside my golová. Something most people call ‘mind’. Let’s see what it translates into.

May this be a New Creative Year full of inspiration and art.

Peet, all!