Tag: #thoughts

A New Dawn V

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Source: Pixabay

…a blank page is drawn;

sotto voce, her thoughts mutter—

saying words without speaking,

her heart listens without hearing,

ideas, twirling tortuously in the tempest of her mindscape,

whilst nuanced notions gruesomely groped for a placid perch;

“What legacy will I write?

What myth will be written of me?”

such were the questions she pondered,

as her spirit took to flight,

whilst the clock leapt four steps at a time—

…twenty…twenty-four, …

Source: Pixabay

With the dawn of a new year and the unveiling of another glorious chapter in our lives, I do wish you rapturous moments spewing from your quills as you turn aspirations into reality with the aid of love bestowed by friends and family. I also wish you the strength and clarity to overcome the fewer hurdles that will inevitably lay before us and come 2025 Eve, we’ll have many good memories to reflect upon.

Happy New year,

Cheemnonso

State of Self

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Graphite rendition of Holly Humberstone on Bristol vellum surface

It is amazing how our countenances and emotions can become enigmatic when we try to judge each other’s current state. Sometimes, these could lead to harsh prejudices being doled out to people without actually knowing what they are going through.

For example, when I first beheld this reference picture used for my recent graphite pencil study, two thoughts came to mind.
On one hand, she appears to be an avid listener to the adagios composed with the violins and cellos of societal melodrama; so much so that after listening to the first umpteen tracks, her once adored classic playlist now seems listless; Phew!
On the other, she comes across as someone whose only friend is the lady in the mirror whom she patiently hopes will compliment her imperfections someday after some painstaking eye-to-eye discourses; sigh!
Well, we can only assume so much from the miens of men, but only when we have true conversations with one another, can we know the ordeals each of us pass through.

This reference picture was obtained from Pinterest as always, and after doing some research, I discovered that the muse was indeed Holly Humberstone and the image was the music cover of her song titled “Falling Asleep At The Wheel”, and fair to say the image depicts just that.
I found both the song’s lyrics and image fascinating and decided to portray the image using graphite pencils on vellum surface paper, and even though the likeness deviated slightly, I was happy with the emotion captured.

Do feel free to express your views on the image, the drawing, and also the song’s lyrics if heard. In the meantime, Ciao! and have a lovely week ahead.

Cheemnonso

Strange thoughts. (Sketch)

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Page 1 of my Strathmore Sketch pad.

Here’s my recent attempt on El (Millie Bobby Brown) from the Netflix original series, Stranger Things.

Upon the completion of this drawing, I conceived some thoughts on artistry, particularly pencil drawing:

•I’d like to think drawing as the portal between two worlds: our world and oblivion, where the artist is its gatekeeper and his/her media, the keys.

•I’d like to think artists as those who not only possess the deftness of visualization, but also the ability to percept ultrasonic screeches from entities stuck and forgotten within the walls of blank canvases, waiting to be let out. Strange.

•I’d also like to think a pencil artist as a “compassionate sorcerer” who with the subtle strokes of his/her wand and the seething darkness spewing from its tip, conjures up his/her deepest epiphanies from a clean slate. Dark magic, huh.

•I’d finally like to think that just like alpha numerics, drawing should be learned and not necessarily inherent, thus, all humans are artists, making us gods of some sort from the aforementioned thoughts. Hence, before that bob start clanking repeatedly on our aluminium coated mindscapes, yelling, “I’m not talented, so I can’t draw; or I’ll never reach the levels of elite artists”, remember that not all Greek gods reside at the summit of Mount Olympus, not even the nine Muses; but we budding artists can only strive to get there.

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Cheemnonso™

Cliffhanger

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It’s been eons since you left,

but, your perfume still lingers in the attic;

the sun sleeps,

the dark creeps,

and as each day passes,

our past evanesces,

now, memories of you are

as thin as a knife’s edge,

and the more I cling unto them,

the more I bleed out,

so, it’s time I let go.

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Cheemnonso™