I'm a Monkey's Uncle!

or in other words... Iz has a nephew



yours joyfully

The Revig

P.S. I am sorry for not having posted some art lately I've been very busy and haven't really had time to scan it in... not to mention schools starting....

WEOW ONE HUNDREDTH AND ONE POST!!!!

That's weird... who knew I'd get this far with this... let's back track to the first post

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Saturday, March 11, 2006

Blog start...

okay okay

I did it... I finally started my own blog...

for the longest time I had been against one of these. I thought: "what's the point, really, what would I or in fact anyone else have to say? I mean I don't even have enough time to post anything on it...I'm constantly getting into punishments and the most time I can spare/get from my parents on the computer would be at the most just fifteen minutes. So what's the whole point? " but then when I thought about it some more and I looked at some other ones by my friends I figured:"well, maybe if I tried it and see how it would be like. I might actually like it. I mean I can talk about literally anything, ANYTHING so why not."

and so I started this: The Silver Arrow Times

here is where I will post whatever's on my mind(providing it's appropriate), my art, news photos, poems(yeah those to) and any local news, and anything else that I feel like... or in other words, whatever...
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wow... look how few dots there are... so thought out... so badly segmented... how did I ever get a chance to say anything

how far we've come, you and me reader, with this.... it's really been a great journey and I hope that together we have changed... we each have our courses and yours continues on in its path meeting mine here roughly every week with something new... each of us brings something new with us and our thoughts and feelings are different, everytime we see the front page... probably your annoyed that I've not posted anything new, or curious as to what those links on the side hold, or perhaps overjoyed by the latest post and can't wait to get the time to read it... by giving you a little slice of myself and sharing my visions I hope that I have in some way been able to change you as well, get you to look at things in a different light, update you with some of the Lord's workings in my life, or even made you scratch your head and wonder just what the hack am I saying?.. but above all I hope that I've had at least some effect on you and that I'm not just 'singing to an audience that's just not there, couldn't care less'...

of course you've seen my art change too... you've been able to follow me from my humble chicken scratches to my channeled masterpieces... and I hope as well that you will see the true master behind them and that I am just a, pencil, pen, brush, or stylus in his hands... unwieldy maybe, stubborn yes, frustrating at times... but still his, and proud of it...

Thank you, reader, for taking the time to well, read these sorry ramblings... and your welcome as well...

-The Revig

Forrest Love!!!

Brilliant!

-The Revig

Other footprints in the sand

Imagine you and Jesus are walking down the road together. For much of the way, the Lord's footprints go along steadily, consistently, with Him rarely varying His stride or direction. But your footprints are a disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops, turnarounds, circles, departures, and returns.

Then gradually your footprints come more in line with the Lord's. Eventually they parallel His consistently. You and Jesus are walking as true friends.

This goes on for many miles, but then you notice another change. Suddenly the second set of footprints is back, but the pattern is even worse than at the beginning! Zigzags all over the place, stops, starts, deep gouges in the sand, a hodgepodge of messy prints! You are surprised and puzzled. . Your dream ends.

Now you pray: "Lord, I understand the first scene with zigzags. I was a new Christian. I was just learning. But You walked on through the storm and helped me learn to walk with You."

Very good. You have understood everything so far.

"So, Lord, was there a regression or something? The footprints separated, and this time it was worse than at first."

There is a pause as the Lord answers with a smile in His voice, You didn't know? That was when we danced.

—Author unknown
Reflections 136


Dance...

-The Revig

mellondriantic

that word, I don't know...

There's nothing like doing nothing...just basically chillin'...spent free night at feista in joy's stead... slept on the pull out couch in the loft...not really too comfortable, but I've slept with worse... the instrumentalist are down there now making sweet harmonies... a while before though we were watching avatar... I like it but I'm not sure if I really like it... you follow me, I mean it's great and all but I don't know if it'll be too much of a distraction/addiction... I'll keep you posted on that one... I might go out now and sketch something or I might just join the music making... but I guess what's the most important is that I'm not just sitten at home just doing nothing and all depressed like... though I'm not doing much now but writing this... I'm still not mad at myself for not getting any thing 'done'... still I am happy with this weekend and hope to see many more... as I find the warm fuzzy feeling of fellowship quite satisfying...

I'll keep you posted

-The Revig

P.S.  All we are is dust in the wind...

The Elements--Water

my, my, my aren't we a busy boy...

Elements--Water

well here we are... I rather enjoyed creating this one even though it was a little cramped to go back to cel... it helped me appreciate my painting more...this isn't really the colors I had originally intended I actually had the pink part of the flower a deep red like the coral was before I applied the blue color layer to unify everything... and a completely different vision for her clothes, but then me and joy had a tremendous row about it... which may or may not of caused me to trim my hair and ultimately decide to cut it final... but that's for later...


I am as busy as a woodchuck chucking norris... so much so that I busted my freeday at the library instead of at home typing this... though when I got back I used the remainder to read one of the best works I have for a good while... "The City of Ember"... they live underground, theres only electric lights, everything's either breaking or running out, and it all runs on a monstrous generator... what's not to like? I tell you it had steampunk running all the way through it... only minus the steam... you could feel the rust in it... genius... and this is all coming from a juvenile... I'm hoping I can pull something like that with mine... though young adult is what I might like to say... I just hope they don' ruin it with the movie...

oh and I saw flo... she's doing well... we talked and remembered as usual... good grief I miss that berry so...

hope the FMF doesn't die on us... it seems to be having an acute case of nobody posting because they want someone else to... sigh...


I hate balloons!!!

-The Revig

where am I?

nowhere and everywhere my friend, nowhere and everywhere...

Well I suppose it's time for me to give some account of myself and my earthly doings... (and you thought I didn't have a life!) and I probably should tell you that we've moved... yes actually we've been here for a month now last week... I would of told you but I've been moving boards, clearing brush, digging ditches, waqking weeds, mowing lawns, breaking down unnecessary structures,digging holes to make fences, pulling out rocks and filling their places back in, raking leaves... and everything it takes to reclaim a three acre property thats been abandoned (mostly) for six years... or more... I'm not quite sure...still, we've whipped it into shape, it's a pitty we didn't take before and after pictures as then you could see the transformation of this place... It's surprising how the Lords helped us get so far... I hardly recognize the place from wence it was before... Don't worry we're only fifteen minutes away from our former lodging so it's not like we've upped and gone off to Timbuktu(no matter how much it feels like it)... either way we love it out here(not to mention all the lack of idleness) and are eagerly awaiting what the Lord has in store for us and this property during the offensive...whatever that may be...

June was also a significant month, as my other niece, lindsay, came to stay with us for reasons I do not wish to state here... nobody wants to gossip after all... she is a bit difficult, but not as bad as gabrielle, though she does have her faults with food... at least she can be left by herself, no?still it's nice to have a kid around again... someone to tell stories to, to watch all those old kids movies you love but are too "grown up" to watch with, someone to tell a bit of your knowledge to, to go on walks with, to think of new and interesting things to do... to teach, watch out for and protect... to love... Despite all the difficulties, the time it takes, and the annoying little things... in the end I've found that those are the things caretakers miss the most...


haha! oh yes...

Happy Birthday Nathalie!!!

And you thought I had forgotten...(I think?) I actually did call you, but you were not to be reached>_>... still I hope your not mad at me... I do have a reason for waiting two whole weeks! I did you a picture!!! only I've seem to have misplaced my flash drive... nonetheless, as soon as it can be conjured I shall send it to you and post it up here... and now that I'm free from my digital duties I shall start work on your other requests :D.... in the mean time I want to leave this allegory of us for you to contemplate


Know that I feel this way every day

Cant Wake Up (lyrics by Nicola)

Without you
My mornings seem so grey
Dark and bleak like my face
When for so long Im laying without you here

Without you
I'm lonely like an empty room
Like an empty heart
Just waiting for you to come back again

(Chorus)
So how can I wake up?
When your not lying next to me
How can I get up?
When theres nothing real to see

Without you
I'[m falling in love with your absence
Just thinking of you
Wondering is this just a dream?

But how could I make up something so pretty?

(Chorus)
And How can I wake up?
When your not lying next to me?
How can I get up?
When theres nothing real to see?
LIKE LOVE

I love you dearly and pray for you... May you pass from strength to strength in this new chapter of your life... and may we find our places, together or apart...

WRITE!!!

oh, and another minor note about birthdays: I'M GOING TO CUT MY HAIR FOR JOY'S!!!


your's fatally

-The Revig

Lala land

Not really so much a story as a thesis for the start of one... I've got a foggy outline for one though with it

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Lala land

Is it possible that whatever we imagine; whatever we create is in itself a single sentient soul living in some timeless reality that we ourselves have created, have fashioned the very building block of through our imagination? would each of these creations have a life, voice, purpose,-even a destiny- of it's own in this plane of existence.

in a sense every person governs his own world. he, the creator, created it and so he can control it by what he, unwittingly, thrusts into it to fend for itself. how does the creation feel, though? would it resent the creator? hate him? or accept his plight and strive to find a place where it truly belongs,somewhere to call home, or at the very least some existence that it can truly say belongs to it.

these "worlds" would carry on with their inhabitants in their own courses as if a completely different reality. of course these realities will have rules, laws even, that govern them as there always are, but these rules could be bent, even broken.

if someone stumbled into your world What would they see? What would you?

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The Revig

This months poetry

aha! I did make it write under the line for the poems I did this month... I think that will be my goal two a month... just so I have sum form of motivation!

Breathing, singing, dreaming

I lie in this bed
in this room.
breathing lightly
for the pleasure of it.
each one easy, slow,
relishing the relief it brings.
a flower sweet,
welling up inside
growing from the air
at the bottom of my lungs.
its scent is a song
and the words I sing
to you, with whats left
of my bleary heart.
and the sounds do flow
through the clean air,
and we breathe them;
as we sing them.
as we lie in this bed
in this room.


Poet-Painter

He reads pictures,
He reads words,
In the Best
of eachothers works

Inspiration
comes from the same place.
but, what one gives words
the other one paints.

Blind painter.
Mute poet.
the works of your hands
is the music of your ailment

Paint me a poem with your paints.
Write me a picture in your rhymes.
For aren't these all the same
in the worlds they ply?




I've got a difficult task a head... but I have to do it... I must do it!

-The Revig

Take It!!!

more cat pictures

Take It ALLLLL!!!


My hands hurt...

-The Revig

Excuses...

excuses...

The Gift

It's not Christmas...

I know I know but I just couldn't resist the chance to win a hundred dollars in the activated christmas cover contest... and the chance to try my hand at doing a cg completely from scratch... no sketch besides a mockup on the pc... I actually like the way it came out even though its a bit crude and ruff... I only started working on it in earnest three days or so before the deadline... and even then I don't know whether or not they accepted it as I didn't get the confirmation letter...I didn't win...(how much you want to bet its going to someone like Daniel skye) of course I also wanted to do this piece because it shows something about what I feel about christmas... if it is a time to give gifts then why not give the greatest gift of all to the person who's birthday it is, and the one who its all about... that's really all he wants...

Prophet

O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth,
and wallow thyself in ashes:
make thee mourning, as for an only son,
most bitter lamentation:
for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us
Jeremiah 6:26

I've been meaning to finish this one for some time it was one of the first ones I did in my old sketch book... and it sat in there for the longest time til I finally got around to inking it and coloring it... the skin was a hateful thing I couldn't get the facial bones to sit right... I still don't think they have...

the Lord said of this:

"And it shall be as a sign and a warning both for you and for others. It will stand for your comittment to the truth to fortell my words. It will remind you of who you are And, it will stand as a warning to the world, of the wickedness therein."


Through the Fire

" you will come through this time, and though the fires rage around you they will only feed the blaze in your heart for me"

This is a piece that has a very personal meaning... I started it when I was going through a very trying time last year... if you frequent the archives then you may know it as time I like to call 'the Virus' and from which some very emo poetry and pictures have come from which run through here from july last year which was when this began... I will not expound much on it... you can read the torture it was for your self if you can... but this piece signifies my freedom from it and the looking forward to other, things other battles... and I know the fire is burning brighter than before...

anyway I hate the fact that this one took soo long... it is only a testament to how slow I work... I really need to fix that... anyway partly this took so long because of the background... when I started with the state I had before I had no idea how to go about painting the fire... a wall of flames is not an easy task...but an Inspiration struck me I'm not sure when but it was another one of those random things that pop into my head at any given moment when least welcome or expected... anyway I have this texture of tree bark (courtesy of my source texturematic on DA)that struck me as looking particularly inferno in its qnarledness. so I took that and laid it over the base and set it to overlay or hard light or something like that and it just clicked... I painted over that using the shapes lines and colors from it to paint that conflagration... for the little border pieces I even took a segment from right above the smoke on the left and traced it in black and shoved it in there... so there you have it after three months of waiting it has finally been finished... once again all textures used, modified or otherwise are all from texturematic and I think I can still use them with no strings attached unless he's changed his terms...


oh and I got a new sketch book, its a nifty little thing 4x6 perfect for the kinda stuff I do...


have fun all and be good the pumpkin king is out and about!!!



-The Revig

17 years...

Here I am, your canvas, Lord. Paint.
Here I am, your brush, Lord. Paint.


heh... it's todays...


-The Revig

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
--by John McCrae

coming back into my own

we'll start this off with a poem I formed in my head while working and wrote from what I had... I think it will be a series of short pieces on random topics... sketches really... these aren't the final states of these as they're rather rough with minimum of editing... still I likes them...


On May

Ah, happy May!
April has been pushing up daisies
and already you are afeild.
Your wings unfolden gossamer,
tinged with nature's hue.
Zephyr,
Foreshadowed by summers scorch

don't you hate it when you get that pain when you stand up abruptly? well this was borne from one of those...

On a Headrush

Stand up sharp!
Blood rushing to head
calls for headaches.
walls thin,
burst at the seams
then shatter to
so many pieces.
awkward, nerved apology
I gather them up
and quickly leave


have fun...

-The Revig

Wordstock...

sniff...sigh... I've gotten a sore throat at about the same time I would had it happened... I think that means something....

missing it with you

-The Revig

so... uhh, come here often?

well hey what do you know I've actually got something to write about here...

we shall soon be moving... and I can say it now with some certainty... since our property has been sold...and the new owners mean business why, just yesterday the tore out the bathroom in the master bedroom(sniff... my house!)... we've got a deadline too, june fifteenth, and lots of work to do...

which brings me to another point... because of all this work it has been requested of me to cut back on my artworking all together... I'm not sure why... I think it has something to do with the fact that I've been pretty spacious lately and certain persons feel it would help me to come back down to earth... I've accepted it... reluctantly... though not without the terms being altered to allow me to work on it on my freeday so you won't be getting any art out of me this month...at least nothing new... except for some stuff I'm finishing up now which includes the fire piece aforementioned... and my contest entry, which miraculously I finished just in time... at least I think it was on may first so that might be a problem... haven't gotten that confirmation yet...


I've picked up reading the 'Hunchback of Notre Dame' and I must say it is far darker than one might expect from the kids movie, but Victor Hugo's writing more than makes up for it... with him you are there, from the cour des miracles to the heights of the dame... from the pillory to the palace of justice he takes you on a journey of words and the pictures he paints place you there... it truly is a living breathing book, and his truly is writecraft at it highest... and he was only warming up... and for some strange reason I've been moved to scribble some words in my own...I've taken the strange idea in my head to revise my own work somewhat... let's hope I can do myself and the story the justice I feel it must have...


Listen, they're beautiful...
so many colors of sound
so many changing moods
but you know,
they do not ring all by themselves...

they don't?

no you silly boy...





la lala

la lala


lalala lala laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa


-The Revig

B.O.D. needs your help!!!

if you need the album to live then you definitely should!


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-The Revig

Art Posties

Hello again... I suppose it's that time of the month again, art update...

lately I've had two different pictures that I've been working on for my sisters... I think they were supposed to be for their birthdays but it's been so long I don't think I can know for sure... either way they're still in the works but I think I'll set the deadline for the finish of them to the next update so you should get them by then...

also I'll be entering the christmas activated cover contest... I'll have a hand putting a heart under the tree with To: Jesus, written on the tag... not very original I know but I'm under pressure here... please pray that it goes well and I get it right in time....

but I didn't come here to make you wait more did I?

The mystery! The MYSTERY!!! Begin Immediately!!!

:D

Elements--Water

we'll start this set off with my lovely little neglected water elemental...third in the series... which I finally got around to finishing... the lineart that is... who knows when it'll be really finished... though it is just a cel piece, easier to do than my current technique...I am actually quite proud of her jewelry and hair pieces which are actually a take off of a mucha necklace featuring fuchsias. Now, I figured they were exotic enough that they'd look like a sea flower even though obviously they aren't aquatic, but shh.. They'll look cool all purple and red, which will be the palette predominate here... I like the coral...




NP Header

Sam asked me to do this for his blog... I don't know whether it'll work for him or not but I like it... to me, it sorta personifies his music... on top of all the distortion and metal its still sam fulle... pink, bright, poking through in some clear random way...I think I should of put some light texture on the other one but a well... this is cool enough...

p.s. it's supposed to have a white border there... also all textures used are from the texturematic who I am linking to even though he doesn't require it because I'm nice and I use them ALOT anyway...

Key Boy

yeah I think that's what we'll call this little bugger... we sketched him in the living room of my brother andy's house during our January visit i think it was... this will be my little character for the xn hopefully if ever ai get into that... I also hope this will be a basis for finding a fast cg process for this, as the one I've got now is pretty laborious... or maybe it's just the fact that I'm trying to paint fire as a major component of the bg... ah well... i didn't refine the lineart too much because I'm thinking of using a new technique of painting over the lines... hopefully it won't be too disorienting... but that's why I got a bit lazy with it

and yes I know the hair is on the wrong side in the back shot of him... butthat's because I'll be using that part instead of the frontal shot... why well you see the front one was to get an Idea of what i was drawing and then the back shot is what I'll be actually using... yep, that's right! in the finished picture I'm hoping to get the three main demons... Pan, Bacchus, and Lethargy in their typical effigies staring down at him and him there with this magnificently huge sword like... "uhhuh, right..." a sort of David and goliath thing... or rather 'boss battle' I'd like to say :D either way I don't know when I'll actually do it but it's still a cool idea, I'd say :D and I think I'll call it that too...

Zane concept

And I shall leave you with this concept sketch of Zane with a different shirt which I liked very much... if you can read the scribbling good for you... that's not actually the way he holds the poniards as I've decided... his style calls for holding the right one normally and the left one with the blade turned under.... or something like that...


anyways, lets close this up with this, a little footnote of a letter I read:

Letter,letter on the wall
Who's the fastest of them all
-The racing Revolutionary
Who wants to be a missionary!

susho is delicioso

-The Revig

Ride of Your Life

(Jesus:) You ask where the physical ends and the spiritual begins, and I answer that the physical ends where the physical can no longer go, and from there you soar on the wings of the spirit to places where only the spirit can take you.

My creative self

I haven't written anything in a while... still abit rusty I'm afraid but I think thistribute to my fleeting inspiration...of sorts... should do

My creative self

I felt your knock,
at my door.
Voiced by the wind
through the floorboards

In the rain it came
frozen falls
over the pallid sea
repeated oft

'Erie" I called it,'
back to sleep
but the fire in my room
to hot to breathe

My feet touch the floor
embrace ice
dust gathered scatters
clean felt nice

Up two halls, down stair
chance given
to go back to bed, but
mad, knock driven

grasp handled ornate
opend slow
to myself standing out side
hand up to snow

The skin around your eyes
dark, as bruised
your hands stained with ink
work on something new?

"Come in," I would say
"Care for fruit?"
then wonder why you'd
take of your shoes.

We sit at the table, alone
Strewn with leaves
of clean pressed paper, we
begin to write these

I should have some art for you soon, freshly scanned...


omahahahahaha!!!


-The Revig.