I. Drab Art
Drab is going to be abstract. Colorwork is my focus and motivation. Folk, in terms of presentation, will limit this motivation, and I want stylistic choices that optimize this motivation. This year is about making these foundational decisions that will impact my approach to art. This painting was created physically, not digitally. I do both and each approach has certain advantages. I must say though, creating with simply physical mediums is more enjoyable than creating with software. I get to make all the stylistic decisions and I have more control over the textures and colors. Enjoy! 
I will post on shops, but to be clear, my only interest in terms of purchases is maybe scoring some cash back for more art supplies. I'm not really into this notion of creating as a commercial incentive. I'm not thumbing my nose at the notion, but I do think motivation needs to be the primary focus; Otherwise, it tends to be unmotivated work, and likely, it will show. Maybe? Regardless, artistic motivation is the focus for me, not commercial glory (which would be this embarrassing matter, considering what that would mean). To me, making money can be fine, but the core drive can't be defined by that.
Color study tends to be the driving interest for me overall. That is developing a vocabulary of color description (non-universal) that doesn't adhere to a mesh of ostentatious, mismatched label systems that can't keep up with the hex IDs regardless. So for this painting, I would ID as cyan-lime, moderate dark lime, dusky pink, peach hues, dusty pink, dark red, and rust orange with varying relations. For example, a dark red with an "electric" rust orange overlay. In terms of color creation, the dusky pink would be made with a mix of colors, including Payne's grey, though grey as a descriptive term isn't useful. That is, the description involves the predominant visual, not the actual mix of colors.
II. Book Modeling Next...
Onto informatic...I was looking at annas archive, as a suggestion from someone at work, and I don't mind if we are utilizing books purchased for pdfs, however, I've tested one book and the scan wasn't sound. Then, I looked into another book download, that I've already purchased and the archive claims I've downloaded a lot from my IP address which isn't the case at all. I've only downloaded one book that corresponds to a book already purchased. One book...it's odd. I don't like that. I'm not downloading books like that at all, and it is the world we live in. Even if you are playing it by the book, a pun yes, it's not as if networked behaviors can portray someone in a way they see fit, of even online records that aren't your actual activity, but who really has to follow that, as long as it is systematic to the point of being a magic box for the onlookers that can be manipulated by violent assholes, playing it up nice, and there to protect everyone against the one they simply want to destroy on the basis of sentiment. Doesn't matter who you are or what your process is...if someone can tar and feather, and there are enough sycophantic types ready to go along with the ease of running with the wolves...It's a tangen yes, but when I saw the IP activity, it doesn't add up. I'm not into intellectual property infringement at all. I do like a service like that, if I purchase a book, to have the convenience of accessing the pdf...as for just downloading books for free, when they were not free, no, and as for that assertion of me downloading a lot of books from them, untrue. That never happened. In the meantime, since I've lost trust with that...I'm going to simply load up my trusty Canon R40, cut the book up and scan, then model. That way I have a trusty scan and there is payment for the hard work it takes to produce a book like this. Good times! The oddity of this as well, is that everyone is remarking how we should use these VPNs. I agree a VPN does make sense for a phone on a public network. Still, when it's this mystery box scenario, it's a group with that lose-lose bind play, where there is a portrayal. It really is amazing how the Internet, professed to make life better, does a lot to empower the same subhuman crap by a group of folks who aim to utilize anything they can to spread hate around the globe, typically in the name of we have the literal answer, universal to all, even if we are an irrationalizing fuck off operation...we got enough support that can't figure their head from their ass and now we are about to kill you...that kind of routine. Smiles and candlelight vigils unite, let us prey. If you are not one of US, even if we can't even figure out who the fuck we are, you are to be DESTROYED. It's the same load of mindless dribble pissery for folks unwilling to question these matters, sometimes because they are afraid, sometimes because they don't care, sometimes because they just like to kill...hue-man-ITy. 50 shades, same story...among the obvious dualizing influence...this language anyone?
The Portrayal, the fabrications, the addictions, the poor embodiments, the irrationality, the religious-military state rising....no more democracy, other than, democracy as a veneer....
There was an existence before a language...we do reason insofar, of bounded faculty...but to question...shhhh...let us all pretend....among a rock spinning around fire, that once upon a time, via sheeple, sheeple, let us creeple, was the center of the universe....the students, the innovators, the minds orienting toward process....always disrupting the wolves playing it up in the mirror as victorious, money-making, angels....shhhh...follow us....we love you....trust us....your young....what do you have to lose....seeing is believing...fuck the air you breathe...we've got your magic...we've got your way....meanwhile....
Colonial cultivation anyone? Not Eye said the Fly, or was it a Kafkan Roach, flying coach...I mean when the mirror-mirror has their warm-hearted and victorious soldier shitless on the first-class plan, and it was so easy...you were just selected and it wasn't hard for you to go along...after all you were doing the same fucking think everyone else was doing...but you were selected...it was U....they really got the goodness of you....together you will rise...promise...OKOJ....it's like Jimi Hendrix and Castles made of sand...realize yourself today....just grab the language (to salvation and beyond) we like to hear....Hey Mr. Tambourine Man....and when we can't keep up...maybe we can take aim with some inside jokes, even if we are the jokes, shhhh....I has money....I is saved.....My master loves my mindless ass... what else is to know...cuz I know...We got this paper....We got this mirror...We got this sandbox elevation...We is love....It's just that fucking easy....following along fuckery inc...SMILE BIG for the REEL.....Keeping it Real Reel....always struggling with the needed lines that like to play checkers and dichotomy sandwiches.....killing off the poor dears orienting toward process, toward minful rigors, these bleeding heart poor dears, since the very beginning....Crosses to Hypatia....Christian Social Party to Nazism...polished puckers on the turtle wax tongue plan....just eating IT all night long as daylight on the rise....who needs the rigors toward the processor wisdom when we can be the dumbfuck looking the wise part...just the ease of a smile and always the right words to say, no friction, just harmonious fuckery entirely full of shit, but when there is the lazy ass desiring the sugary sweet echoes of a language never in question, well, the spinless looking the soldiering part are in fucking session...get your cross, get your American flag VIP T-Shirt today....Freedom fought solely with a gun...Amazing....no thought, just bodies in the mirror striving for a religious-military state to finally be free to officially gut out democracy for democracy as a veneer....be the body you need to be in the mirror and join in on all of this superficial, freedom-fucking fun, all with the visuals of fighting for freedom of course...as for the process...lazy fucks in the mirror, aka kids of corruption, aka pissing in the graves of the WWII generation, can't seem to find the time....when it's a Tong Zi Dan opportunity hustle scam...who has the time to figure their head from their ass when they opt in to spineless cowardice of serving the wolves to the point of never finding the needed time to be an actual citizen...to ever question reason insofar, bounded faculty...to think for oneself and telling the mind attempting to guide you on the right path, why they can't ever manage to ask the right questions, or ever demonstrate the ability to open matters up to doubt...just in the light of the k(no)w....among a grouping that finds ease in simply smiling and fucking off, there to whistle as they work, like the sound off of polished puckers on parade...so long as it looks the good part...then fuck IT. Why even question, just let the underhanded angelic in the mirror asshole spin the gossip, spin the intelligence, do all to give you the trusted words, even though, if one even attempted to question they could already follow, wow nice guy, wow money machine mirroring angelic asshole, you are entirely underhanded as hell...and I'm supposed to feed into your bullshit...OKOJ...keep smiling Bukkake face...you might be playing it like a warrior, but at the end of the day, you are still rolling bitch faced...But you are winning BIG....we don't want to rain on that kind of parade....like cum dump supreme...with a trophy in-hand....get your plastic pyramid life today....topped with "love"....saved...for the language holds me, even if, there was an existence before a language...infinity has been calculated...my sorry ass is the very strength of priority FORE me...let us prey....
doesn't have to be about hating...can be about not pretending...but if it needs to be about hating...OKOJ...
Tong Zi Dan reason for the season, uncle tom-kkk superficial diversity LGBTQ irrational agency unite....rolling that give her the never enough plan...thin that bitch out into a suicide mass killing genocide...we got the smiles...we got the candle light vigil....we got the humanitarian gala...we got the cameras...we got the glued on angel wings...and the sycophants liking the ease of making it with us....DEAR OKOJ....this reason for the season of yours...disco dead head ball of salvation....
...SIN--SEAR-Leaks Matriarchy artistry, once around from the 50s to the mid-90s, now erased off the democracy not democracy "American" airwaves among a Tong-Zi-Dan guns solely for a new kind of freedom, religious-military state and beyond...North Korean goosesteps, sell the "American" cup, seeing is believing, who cares where you been, you got money cobwebbs for brains, we are here fatherfuckers serving the motherfucker...Win big, and on this new easy plan, quitters win and winners quit...you give up, we got your opportunity on deck, your smiling faces in the mirror, and all the hermetic jibe a killing field could wish for...just go along...pick your avenue...LGBTQ....Uncle Tom...KKK....Superficial Diversity playing it identity politics and for a better tomorrow...catching that poor dear bitch all up in the dichotomy sandwhich...smearing that bitch asses blood...Smile real big...this is Nu-New Democracy...I mean, when it's the families in power pissing on the graves of the WWII crew...fuck it, let's get IT....Freedom Fuckery Fore Freedom....No brains, just visuals that look like the past but behave entirely different...selling this cup like the ladies of a High-Five for Five-Guys burger between two buns, champs for the champion brand...just get the look...fuck what you did and where you been...the look is the new look...Marilyn Monroe suicide plan, living it up in this LIGHT, ignite.
and this is the finally bridge posting extravaganza...considering among these final thoughts....Constantine's Sword...
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The Tacit Binder is the following:
This is the decor design stuff. Again, a lot of colorwork. I can do a variety of styles from something loose and abstract, to something like this, tight and nuanced. Either way, the focus will be colorwork, something that challenges even the conventional notions found in a color theory class, which I've taken over the last few years online. Color theory is a lot of fun, when you get to a point of breaking all the rules. I break the rules all the time, which one can take note from my designs. In some ways I like this project. In other ways, it's a bit annoying, in that your Tong Zi Dan operation, running the not enough plan, is there to support you if you suck and there to run away when you show a high level of skill, and at the end of the day, I have little respect for that networked shit. I don't like these smiling personalities who even upon my own activity of enjoyment, want to place a framing around you as if one should strive for a plastic pyramid like them. It happens a lot with this project, so there is this souring aspect to it that is not fun, and yet, it isn't about the design, but rather, the bad behavior of angels in the mirror running with their ass-antic associations. So grab your rulers as usual, I don't have an interest in this. I simply wanted to do something detailed and geometric. I started out with a Carol Kind style, simplified vibe, with a rush of support too fast for comfort. Like I said, when you suck, there is one Tong Zi Dan play, and when you demonstrate a high level of skill, another type of play, all of which is playing up to a need for a lose-lose bind, regardless of one's intentions, efforts, or desires...and in a time where those of a process are to be gutted, after all since we have auto-tune and by the numbers entertainment bullshit, why even acknowledge one's design of artistry is half-baked bullshit...especially when the wolves in power support out half-baked shit-stained assery. Just rise above, disengage the critical engagements, and fuck off with a dance, dance, dance routine...all lazy shits, the quitters win in this world and the winners quit, load into the mirror today and VIP access to the sand castle, the city grid can be all yours. Shit like that....again, just this dynamic of which sours the Tapestry project, but I will stick with it regardless, because it does connect well into my motivation for complex colorwork.
This is likely the last post of the bridge... future activities will involve these 3 avenues, and once the sites are going I'll post below this writing...
Cheers!
- jews
- jesus
- god
- church
- jewish
The Hierarchical Model: CLICK HERE
Tracing the head of the model we have the following:
Wittness::People
Freely::Chosen::Death::Jesus - Freely::Chosen::Death::Camps
Brutal::Age
[Give them a taste of their own medicine routine, Violent Dualism is Lucrative, and when colonial cultivation form has that dualistic hell stuck on repeat, even better...World Piece, every 50 years, switch out the agency, let Tong Zi Dan heat up a bit, then set the dichotomy sandwich, hand-in-hand, with the wolves of superficial diversity...irrational agents ready to represent all avenues, including those rational agents within their avenues all caught up, and as for an order protecting those of a process...well the Death Camps are just around the corner, yet again...He died for our sins....be a good body....disengage all ideas, all critical measures that question your angelic wolves (always ready to show all performativly they truly care in every way possible, humanitarian galas, good deeds, helping old ladies cross the road, and yet to engage in a meeting of the mind, to encounter activities of critical engagement, of process...disengage, disengage, disengage...load into the mirror, be a nice nothing body, this obstinate matriarchical type, or die...SMILE...Gut out your process or choose death...the same terms given to our savior who was murdered....Something like that...Again, give them a taste of their own medicine routine...and the language fostering the swings of dualism, doesn't really matter who is the receiving end, just keep switching matters up so the money can flow for a small group always winning...SMILE...Think Byrds - Turn, Turn, Turn...He died for our sins...So yes, obviously, dynamic cultivation of language arrangement will be something a group seeks to denounce and discredit at all costs....record fabrications....loyal opportunists surveilling....assessments of peculiar behaviors....whatever.....something that does what is needed...denounce....discredit....denounce...discredit....erase...disengage....SMILE...not really surprised...Especially considering every 50 years....]
The Non-Hierarchical Model: CLICK HERE
Intermediary Nodes:
Jesus-Christian -- Conflict
Jesus-Jews -- Killed::Murdered::Dead
Jesus-Jewish -- Dead::Experience::God::Covenant::Israel::God's::People
Which makes sense, in terms of the violence, like Christian Social Party to Nazism, which ended with a cross being placed at Auschwitz, which wouldn't have been a mere innocent gesture, but rather an indication that the pattern of violence wasn't to be over. Which to sit at a table and hear references to varmints, every 50 years, in relation to myself, minorities, Jews, and in ironic fashion having family who are Jewish, among a matriarch who was fucking nuts to put it nicely. Looking at that model, there is that obvious form, where those desiring money over any type of regard for humanity, would simply veil as humane, while switching out agency, as agency influences ideas-actions-habits-behavior-and-character, so to do onto others, as the chosen, did to Jesus, simply setup the gutting of process, by switching out the agency, which was the critical move that setup Nazism in Europe, not of any action, but rather the tacit environmental ordering necessary to initiate the process of the colonial language, was switched from reasoning insofar, out of a womb one does not create, bleeding just the same, into no greater good other than embodied performance, among lazy minded personalities championing their sycophantic types who do the same, of goosestepping for the mirror, for salvation, for actively embracing the role as puppet on a string, to be a good body, hollowed out, devoid of actual process, Tooling up, for gutting out the process of those who gutted out the process of Jesus. The actual trajectory isn't seen in the mirror, rather if you are speaking to people, and you are keen on the tacit ordering as one communicates explicitly and you lived from the 80s until even this day, the agency is being switched out like an Pre-WWII Germany, of this trajectory that is moving toward societal violence. It's an oddity to me that this could happen in the United States. Much like it's odd to see artistry selling out festivals and with little radio play. The move wouldn't be about the American masses, but rather something else, in relation to power. So yes, looking at the head of this model, that push for performative contradiction, for the Jewish process to be gutted out in the name of Jesus, does make sense. Much like the notion of one dying for our sins, indicating, this aim for gutting out the process of others is forgiven, of which is articulated among colonial cultivation, which when we explore the tacit arrangement of this design, in terms of authoritative design, in relation to dynamic arrangement, of this newer institutional form that can record and officiate actual process, any form of colonial cultivation relies upon an irrational arrangement that will not stabilize, nor will it in relation to this newer form of arrangement attain authority over the newer capacity. The process, even among people aiming to gut out the process, aiming to emphasize colonial cultivation, like a holy book, over the interactivity between, wouldn't have a basis in relation to traditions place the interactive process on record. The pattern of colonial violence, by design, becomes addressed, without a need for argument, as even the seeing is believing, can take note the interactive process, visually, is on record, moving dynamically, regardless of attempts to split the category among visuals and dualized form.
And this push to gut out the process, to return to a form of the Holocaust, that dynamic seems to be articulated through a variety of forms of artistry, like the notion of a finger pointing, like Redrum in the shining, Pouya & Fat Nick - Static, FKA Twigs Perfect Stranger, the see look type of visual cue, much like the various visuals of animals, gnomes, from behind a tree or even someone playing with their toys, like 1800Pain - Body Count, George Harrison - Crackerbox Palance, Bat for Lashes - What's a girl to do, of again seeing is believing, everyone loading into the ease of succeeding in the mirror, all the while heating up the dynamic with the switch of agency, Tong Zi Dan Green Eggs and Ham, like Geseffalstein Hard Dreams, as the process, the interactivity between, the tree of life, the little girl placed into the grave with her toys atop, the she had no eyes, the minds gathering to trace out this behavior, are to succumb to all the pressures of seeing is believing, to preclude the air we breathe these underhanded processes of behavior do not exist, as all can trust the angelic accord (gunning for discord) at face value, to follow their lead and without serious questioning as a community, just go along since they are making the opportunities so easy...no cost for now...and it's happened many times over...now it has been happening again, this time, the United States...the same formation as WWII, to place the Jewish people back into a performative contradiction, to gut out the chosen, to demonstrate to Christians, these varmints, these savior killers, are now freely choosing their own death by not loading into the mirror with us, along with their varmint counterparts, like someone of my design, who wears a pink triangle in the concentration camp, though in irony, if we assume I'm LGBTQ, of this absurd notion of grouping a community on the basis of embodiment, not process, it would fail to even acknowledge that some members of the LGBTQ were in the ranks of Nazism, while others were wearing pink triangles, and if one traces the behavior, and notes the sharp awareness on these behaviors in relation to agency, one can note, among an LGBTQ grouping, there are two entirely different communities at play, so why that grouping? That is, even the rainbow presentation can be used to emphasize visuals in the mirror while massaging this need to gut out the process yet again, and absurd the savior killers freely choosing their death....
This is colonial cultivation, so the reason remains in so far, but this goes into a future model for free-thinking in relation to the models. The actual articulation would come from the model itself, and that indication of a play of performative contradiction between Jews and Christians that sets up waves of lucrative violence, does make a lot of sense. This is the first model of the informatic arts, my second avenue of public production, and for this given time of odd behavior, a fitting model at that.
Note: of course, so the subject naturally would mean...drum roll....taps.....she's ready for a trap....oh my, oh why....she bees, running up that hill...this is likely why trap isn't even on the radio....she k(no)ws too much...so many secrets...so mysterious....pyramid (celeb, in the mirror)schemes....to figure it out and to find no pilot in the cock tit....Milk? Jelly? Tong Zi Dan Bricks....build a house, build a road...the efforts will pay divid-(e)nds...like the wolf and that wizard...this power of hot air...I guess when you got nothing but hot wind coming out of the ends, sure thing, having people strive to discourage makes a lot of sense...now as for me, it's been the same, with music, with academics, with art, with travels...2 fucks for nice as ice, even remarking I'm too nice....it's just an obvious remark, guided by folks who are liars...and I don't care...and even among the incessant Sam, I am would U like green eggs and ham, I decided to embrace, like that of performative kritiques we'd run in college....it's fun! It's involving a form of newer institutional design as well, it's productive, and dropping the challenge...most will run...or in the case of hot air spreading the needed word, aka blowing on some bricks....and blowing up the hot air titty on the rise,,, it's a balloon....crusty sweet hardness with a sugary hot air surprise at the center of it all...like blow POPS.....concession...recession....any and all the obsession.....server strategy at that pony league play level, keeping TABS....Able with elbows on the typical table....any measure of actual substantiation, quick it's not hot air, change IT up, even when these are matters of design, not matters of mere argument....if it's not involving the hot air of blow POPS play....aka colonial cultivation.....split and dual upon static medium....airwalks R' us-them, then....RUN away....but by all means, this is about you big POPpa...All about you...so many licks, so much to explore, what is at the center of it all, is this blow POPS air or Tootsie sweet shit centers...hot air aspirations or embracing the clay of this sweet tragi-comic shit existence...some like to blow bubbles on that pyramid play....others like to sculpt....catch one path or the other, these divi-bends for ends....dualism with the language always keeping the Ulysses split tree formation in-session....until a newer arranging form emerges...is this communicating to a colonial cultivation or the raw material for interactions with a newer institutional design that wouldn't involve these big bad, money hustling, hot air, pyramid scheme vic-tores...like sand out of a bag....I mean if it's feeding into a newer institutional form, not of colonial argument, but rather of newer informatic design...not among your colonial domain....not exactly winning, even if you are winning the game you run, and yet, not running this...RUN away..... So is IT, lost in the dualism or developing the newer institutional form, the informatic? When you are no longer the only game in town! Something about these opportunities for a society to open up again...it's all there...not really an excuse...considering that is the actual tradition of the US....by design...
III. Tapestry Caravan
This is the decor design stuff. Again, a lot of colorwork. I can do a variety of styles from something loose and abstract, to something like this, tight and nuanced. Either way, the focus will be colorwork, something that challenges even the conventional notions found in a color theory class, which I've taken over the last few years online. Color theory is a lot of fun, when you get to a point of breaking all the rules. I break the rules all the time, which one can take note from my designs. In some ways I like this project. In other ways, it's a bit annoying, in that your Tong Zi Dan operation, running the not enough plan, is there to support you if you suck and there to run away when you show a high level of skill, and at the end of the day, I have little respect for that networked shit. I don't like these smiling personalities who even upon my own activity of enjoyment, want to place a framing around you as if one should strive for a plastic pyramid like them. It happens a lot with this project, so there is this souring aspect to it that is not fun, and yet, it isn't about the design, but rather, the bad behavior of angels in the mirror running with their ass-antic associations. So grab your rulers as usual, I don't have an interest in this. I simply wanted to do something detailed and geometric. I started out with a Carol Kind style, simplified vibe, with a rush of support too fast for comfort. Like I said, when you suck, there is one Tong Zi Dan play, and when you demonstrate a high level of skill, another type of play, all of which is playing up to a need for a lose-lose bind, regardless of one's intentions, efforts, or desires...and in a time where those of a process are to be gutted, after all since we have auto-tune and by the numbers entertainment bullshit, why even acknowledge one's design of artistry is half-baked bullshit...especially when the wolves in power support out half-baked shit-stained assery. Just rise above, disengage the critical engagements, and fuck off with a dance, dance, dance routine...all lazy shits, the quitters win in this world and the winners quit, load into the mirror today and VIP access to the sand castle, the city grid can be all yours. Shit like that....again, just this dynamic of which sours the Tapestry project, but I will stick with it regardless, because it does connect well into my motivation for complex colorwork.
This is likely the last post of the bridge... future activities will involve these 3 avenues, and once the sites are going I'll post below this writing...
Cheers!
