Borderline
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.
posted by carla at 9:05 PM
16 Comments:
I like the colors and shadows quite a bit. Nice work.
Very beautiful!! Love the symboic meaning behind the images and the story
Ah, this would be another way in which we are similar. This is wonderfully expressive of that feeling.
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!
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!
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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.
Sounds like a real nightmare...
Somebody had to say it.
Carla, you are such a gifted artist, without the fear of exploring your sexuality...so 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.
Wow...what a beautiful figure.
The light shades of color lend themselves to a dreamy feeling...to me. I also love how you finished the edges.
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.
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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!
Hey, this is a little off subject, but did you ever expose the truth about your "Two Truths and One Lie" mystery from July?
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! Okay...here'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."
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.
Wow. This is great.
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