anonyrrie: Borderline

Tuesday, September 27, 2005


Some nights I find myself stuck in an edgy place between wakefulness and sleep. I'm on an unprotected border where I'm attacked by thoughts that hide from me in the daylight hours. They dart on my periphery like shadows of things I imagine might be there, but when I turn to confront them...they vanish. When I finally fall asleep, my dreams pick up where my thoughts left off, and if I'm lucky, they guide me past the danger zone.


Blogger Steve Musgrave said...

I like the colors and shadows quite a bit. Nice work.

11:16 PM  
Blogger Alina Chau said...

Very beautiful!! Love the symboic meaning behind the images and the story

1:58 AM  
Blogger Aravis said...

Ah, this would be another way in which we are similar. This is wonderfully expressive of that feeling.

3:13 AM  
Blogger Scott NYC said...

I love this piece, at first I thought it was for IF "Fresh"! Looks like a woodblock print? Or it is watercolor perhaps. Evocative, and moody. very nice.

5:59 AM  
Blogger art-non-deco said...

great idea and a very delicate depiction
the colos are so soft and caressing almost.Lovely work.

thanks for continuing to support me in my work too.Thanks for the latest comment on 'blossom'

6:33 AM  
Blogger Steve said...

You do very nice work and I enjoy the descriptive comments you include. To answer the question you asked about my drawing, I used Prismacolor pencils on Stonehenge paper. I tend to layer in heavy amounts of color, I believe I learned to do that in grade school.... old habits are hard to break!

9:13 AM  
Blogger andrea said...

This is illustration at its most honest. I haven't the words to link to my art the way you do. I'll keep reading and see if some of it rubs off!

12:28 PM  
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5:10 PM  
Blogger isay said...

this is really a lovely illustration carla! I like the colors and how you have expressed your feelings in it....

i feel the same way sometimes.

how i wish i can sit in-in one of your class someday.

5:14 PM  
Blogger Paul said...

Sounds like a real nightmare...

Somebody had to say it.

6:56 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Carla, you are such a gifted artist, without the fear of exploring your refreshing.

I like the reference to the mind's management of thoughts, along with the erotic undercurrents that explore the limits of the body and sexuality.

Naked & exposed, very captivating. Your work is a constant demonstration of your beautiful gifts and we are so fortunate to experience them.

7:12 PM  
Blogger kan said...

Wow...what a beautiful figure.

The light shades of color lend themselves to a dreamy me. I also love how you finished the edges.

8:48 PM  
Blogger Catnapping said...

I like the subtle contrast in colours...for me they remind me of that shaded blend of hazy slumber in those moments before we actually fall into sleep.


8:53 PM  
Blogger pinknpretty said...

As always, very insightful Carla! Sometimes when I take study breaks, I go to your blog and read things you have written. I have been very busy these days also, so I won't be posting anything for IF this time. Anyway, Keep up the good work because I need something both thought-provoking and non-school related to read!

10:38 PM  
Blogger pinknpretty said...

Hey, this is a little off subject, but did you ever expose the truth about your "Two Truths and One Lie" mystery from July?

5:37 PM  
Blogger carla said...

Thank you all for your nice comments. I've actually been working on this for a while; it started as a little line sketch, and then I began playing around with it in photoshop to add color and texture. I just couldn't seem to get the right vibe until I started to think in different colors. I was pretty pleased with the result.

Whitney...I forgot all about that!'s the truth about the Two Truths and One Lie:

Actually, all three stories depict the truth, but one takes it beyond the truth and into the fulfillment of a fantasy. It is the circus story that never happened. Oh, I did have the parrot and I did have the plan, but I didn't have the guts. As a child, I was a huge fan of Enid Blyton's adventure series, and there was a boy (I think his name was Jack) who had a parrot. For some reason, they were selling fake parrots in the produce department of our supermarket...who knows why...and as soon as I saw it, I knew I had to have it! I wanted to be like Jack and his other three friends who, in one of the books, ran off and joined the circus. The part about the elephant is actually based on my son's ride around the ring on the back of a huge old pachyderm many, many years later. When I asked him how he liked the ride, his response was something like, "It was itchy and a guy had to keep shoveling up the elephant's poop."

5:48 PM  
Blogger Ian T. said...

There's something Blakelike about this image - and that's high praise indeed! It captures that restlessness of spirit in the small hours beautifully.

What you say makes sense - dreams often seem to be the fragments of underprocessed thoughts and ideas not properly dealt with in the daytime, all strung together.

11:14 PM  
Blogger Tony Sarrecchia said...

Wow. This is great.

12:04 PM  

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