Latest Posts by israeldcaveman - Page 2

That's a lot of wine... Love the interior though

Coopered cabin near Luleå, Sweden. It’s made from a barrel once used to carry wine on a ship many years ago.

making big waves with little splashes. 

Progression into the night, expelling my thoughts. WIP.

rockin'!

but the carpet's gotta match the drapes... *rainbow voice*

Late night writings #6

And so the world keeps turning, my existence naught but a sneeze in a crowded train station. I ponder on my worth as my chapped lips separate in stupor and amazement at the way the world has evolved around me, like a tree growing through a chain-link fence... I am poor. I am hungry. I am desolate. I am incredulous, for believing I am of superior build. I am in fact a shadow. I am a collection of memories that, to some, will cease to exist in time, and to others, morph into an unbearable burden, annoying barnacle, blood-sucking tick that they must pry off of their very flesh. Then they will all look down, heads bowed in pity and sorrow, at what could have been, but combusted in and of itself.

All ashes now. All I was.

Late night writings #5

And to cure my madness... I paint. The floor is literally littered with painted paper... The images become real after a while.

This is my life. I am responsible and irresponsible. I am rich and broke. The concept of family is elusive. I paint.

Late night writings #4

There is a high fashion lifestyle that I am not part of. Mostly due to the fact that I cannot even afford the knock-off Prada and Gucci and even Meiling... But also due to (and this is where it gets cooler for me to say) the fact that I as an independent artist but forge my own path in a blaze of glory, and thus, I must sew my own shorts.

Late night writings #3

The power of the mind. You just thought of it, in that you just processed it, in that you realised that in a split second (or maybe less) you became fully aware of what happens all the time subconsciously. 

We use our minds for all sorts of things... Some wondrous, some mediocre, some light, some dark... And you can imagine the list of all the things. 

I use my mind to paint pictures. What do you do with yours?

Late night writings #2

How do I begin this? I realised I just did. Thought is inevitably what we are all bound by. I mean, think about it. 

We all have the opportunity to think, no matter how small the window. Thus, no action can be formed without actually thinking. So next time you think before you act, think before AND after you think before you act. Just something for us to all think about. 

Do not allow yourself to run away from the power of your mind... But more on that next time.

Tears of Steel - Blender Foundation's fourth short Open Movie (by BlenderFoundation)

This is amazing! Support the BlenderFoundation! Check out their other short films... 5 stars!!!

Late night writings #1

And I sat and wondered on the universe, and all the things that settled on the surface of our world and my brow furrowed...

Why do we kick up the dust that we were birthed from?

Why do we spit on the womb from which we emerged?

Emerged immersed in purity that we proceed to tarnish, developing a hideous patina we call beauty... Why?

On the other side of time. I found my self in the belly of a hundred-year-old clock tower, the gears frozen in time. I saw glimpses of the past in the cobwebs and graffiti and dust. Yet when I looked through the crack in the glass of clock's face i saw a future that spread out over the open savannah, endless opportunities, all from an uplifted perspective.

About to overthrow a paradigm...

truth about him from the eyes of a fern

i saw him painting yellow in the rain.  

weathered with moss and pale patches that looked like a gutter with massive, dried toothpaste stains - the wall of the dull, intrusive cellphone tower caught my interest, one day.

first, i noticed the great portion of soothing blue that began to mask the ugliness, then i was quickly enchanted by the yellow—the colour of that good, beloved kind of powdered curry. i was  D   R   A   W   N. through the back glass, i managed to see only an afro—glorious in the rain. the taxi ripped me away from the scene—curious, inspired, intrigued.

but i found out. thanks, Dani :) it was KRISTON BANFIELD.

for all his life, and nineteen of mine, Kriston Banfield and i were “neighbours”. he is now 20 and laughed when i divulged my occasional “give one” or “take one” formula for sharing my age. but i stated it honestly. it was not important for me to cheat youth or maturity in that instance.

we walked for a bit in the rain while i tried to regulate my excitement that he was a new source of inspiration for me, and i hope, the community.

his vibrant, enlightened beings will share spaces along the lengthy one-way-in-one-way-out road in my “Past de Lighthouse” community. i allow myself to be carried away with my own sentimentality and be persuaded that the fantastic, emulsified characters will move people to appreciate this public form of expression. perhaps it will encourage them to relay their own positive messages, activating a new sense of pride in the valley.  

Banfield’s animated use of colour and his kinetic lines constitute energy, movement and change. they communicate and evoke so many thoughts and possibilities, to me.

i am in full support of what he is doing and am grateful that he is taking time and showing interest in doing it here, in “de bush”—in Santa Cruz. FULL RESPECT TO THIS POSITIVE YOUTH. he real kewl too. check out his blog: http://kbanfield.tumblr.com/   

Light.