Monday, March 31, 2008

A walk through hell.....

So i have been working on my dream piece this weekend, which was tough because Saturday March 29th, i was at a Say Anything concert (Insert fan scream here). i was on line @ the nokia theater from 2:30pm till 6pm when the doors opened, They show was Amazing!!! They even sang a old song called " A walk through Hell" One of the most inspiring songs ever written. Max Bemis was hot as hell as always....emo tear.....too bad he has a GF.
Anyways..... I think I'm going to do a series of paintings based off that song, ill include the lyrics at the end of the blog so you can see what I'm talking about. So yeah i don't know how this turned into a post about the concert but somehow it did....... so I'm still working on my dream painting, i have redone it twice and now its turned into this kind of abstract version of my dream, but that's ok. I'm working on an art board because i cant stand canvas sometimes and I'm also using acrylic paints and that reminds me that i need to swing by Michael's to pick up some more paint.....i ran out of dark blue.......I also need to study.....Ugh...how can life suck and be awesome at the same time!


A walk through hell lyrics: Enjoy!

And if I could swim, I'd swim out to you in the ocean,
Swim out to where you were floating in the dark.
And if I was blessed, I'd walk on the water you're breathing,
To lend you some air for that heaving, sunken chest.
'Cause they chose you as the model for their empty little dreams,
With your new head and your legs spread like a filthy magazine.
And they hunt you, and they gut you, and you give in.
And if I was brave, I'd climb up to you on the mountain,
They led you to drink from their fountain spouting lies.
And I'd slay the horrible beast they commissioned
To steer me away from my mission to your eyes.
and I'd stand there, like a soldier, with my foot upon his chest,
With my grin spread, and my arms out, in my bloodstained Sunday's best,
And you'd hold me; I'd remind you who you are under their shell.
I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes
These soles are useless without you
Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
My soul is useless without you...
And if they send a whirlwind, I'd hug it like a harmless little tree.
Or an earthquake, I'd calm it, and I'd bring you back to me.
And I'd hold you in my weak arms like a first born.
I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes,
These soles are useless without you
Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
My soul is useless without you...Through hell for you
Through hell for you
Without you, without you...Through hell for you.
Without you...Through hell for you
Now I've walked through hell for you.
What's an adventurer to do, But rest these feet at home with you?

Friday, March 28, 2008

Painting out my Dream..

For a while now i have had this idea for a painting, i can see it in my head but i can seem to get it out onto paper or canvas though i have made a few attempts at it. The idea is based off a dream i had...the dream goes like this......
Dream:
I was on a golden submarine and i was wearing a cream colored dress, that had very intricate beading all around the skirt, my hair was loose and fell into mahogany waves around my face. I looked around and noticed the very detailed carvings in the golden walls, their were sea creatures and mermaids perched upon rocks, everything was so beautiful it was hard to pay attention to what was going around me.
I wasn't alone, two women and the captain of the submarine were there, the two women were pregnant and when i looked down so was i. He said something to me that i couldn't understand. Then the two women grabbed me as the captain opened a hatch in the floor that lead to the outside of the submarine and into the deep sea. I struggled in their grasp but they did not budge. They threw me into the water, which was surprisingly warm, and closed the hatch. i started floating downward, the blue darkness embracing me, i could breathe but i was surrounded by water. The submarine was still above me, its golden light radiating like a star in the night sky, i looked into the round window of the submarine and looking back at me were the two women and the captain. the captain walked away from the window and started the controls of the ship. The submarine started to glide away from me and i started to swim toward it, but it just kept going without stopping. Leaving me there.... Alone.
I know it was a crazy, and very detailed dream. i have always had dreams like this, when i was younger they used to scare me but now i just accept them, and try to decipher them....lol that never works. So yeah this is going to be my goal for this weekend...work on the still image in my mind.. Wish me Luck!

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Stick figure say what?!?!




So for a while i have been really in to stick figures but not just ur average sick figures, as i like to say stick figures with a little meat on their bones. he he i mean you can do so much with them. Endless possibilities... i did a piece not to long ago called : broken hearts can be fixed and i adore the way it came out!



Since i did this one my stick figures have evolved into something more...i cant even explain it. I am working hard to make them even better! Who knows what happens when you put ur mind to something!

This is only the Begining....

Hello to all...

Let me start by telling you a bit about myself... first and foremost my name is Delilah, I am 21 Years old and I live in NY...Yonkers NY that is.... i am studying to become and EMT and I am also an Artist (at least i like to think so..^_^). I grew up in Brooklyn and my parents dressed me funny (a lot of neon), so i blame them for my eccentric ways (though i totally own it). I Have a rabbit named Velveteen, he is the cutest thing ever, and I am also a fan of all things creative, i seem to have a new craft project in mind every week... i don't necessarily have the time for them but i try to make time. I enjoy Juggling, Diabolo and secretly aspire to join the circus, although i suspect that its no longer a secret...