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November 21, 2008 ~ 08:14:50 AM * -08:00ST






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Log # 463

2008-08-31: Coagulated Twittering

by Eliza Gauger on August 31st, 2008 ~ 11:59:59 PM
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Log # 462

2008-08-30: Coagulated Twittering

by Eliza Gauger on August 30th, 2008 ~ 11:59:59 PM
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Log # 461

2008-08-29: Coagulated Twittering

by Eliza Gauger on August 29th, 2008 ~ 11:59:59 PM
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Log # 460

2008-08-28: Coagulated Twittering

by Eliza Gauger on August 28th, 2008 ~ 11:59:59 PM
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Log # 459

2008-08-27: Coagulated Twittering

by Eliza Gauger on August 27th, 2008 ~ 11:59:59 PM
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Log # 458

The Wisdom of the Simian Eye



The Wisdom of the Simian Eye, originally uploaded by vebelfetzer.

When I color in an eye, I am usually stunned. Yes, the eyes often
come near the end of a piece (perhaps some part of me withholds them,
as a succulent little morsel for the savage glue-huffing hobo that
makes up the rest of me), when I am exhausted and bloated from
absorbing Flake White; delirious on copal. But instantly, sentience
is bestowed on a painting that’s been struggling for months or, in
this case, years, its face turned to the wall. I’m beginning to think
my pieces, especially the big ones like this, have a necessary
incubation period. The initial blocks and slurries must be applied,
then despised, for a requisite gestation before they can be nurtured,
can relax into their rightful forms. And I’m sorry for it. I feel
guilty, especially when a piece like this swims into focus: a portrait
of a muse. I scrape them onto their surfaces in frustration, gritting
my teeth at not being able to do anything else but paint the demons out.

And then something like the eyes happen, and there’s a bit of hope.
Glow, little embers. Glow and gaze.

by Eliza Gauger on August 26th, 2008 ~ 10:06:20 AM
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Log # 456

Eldritchly Delicious

11:56:22 PM Elizoo: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQjWfGu4d0I&NR=1
11:58:13 PM Rikki: Oh my God
11:59:03 PM Elizoo: Doesn’t he seem…contrary to the laws of nature, somehow?
11:59:24 PM Elizoo: He looks CG or something.
11:59:34 PM Rikki: Outside cute euclidian geometry even.
11:59:39 PM Elizoo: Yes!
11:59:49 PM Elizoo: He is eldritchedly adorable.
12:00:12 AM Rikki: Too cute to even describe! To stare for too long will induce MADNESS!
12:00:33 AM Elizoo: I laugh, delightedly, when he BLINKS.
12:00:38 AM Elizoo: THAT is ultimate power.
12:01:08 AM Rikki: That’s when he pulls in tiny cubits of your soul.
12:01:28 AM Elizoo: But non-Euclidian cubits.
12:01:38 AM Rikki: Exactly so.

by Eliza Gauger on August 25th, 2008 ~ 03:04:25 AM
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Log # 455

Progress



Progress, originally uploaded by vebelfetzer.

…is snatched, screaming, from between gnashing mandibles. I am
coated in protective, propulsive mucus and I skid across my hardwood
floors, headfirst into paintings like this. At this point, the piece
could go either way. There are certainly…elements, ones that need
to be addressed. I never paint from photographs, so this is odd for
me. On the left there, you can see a woodblock with some fanart, a
tiny canvas with impressions from a webcam session, and, vaguely,
Jhonen’s masterpiece (it has maracas). The dog tags belong to a
friend who is shipping out for Iraq soon, and will be coming back to
pick them up when he’s done mucking around out there, building sand
castles.

by Eliza Gauger on August 24th, 2008 ~ 12:30:00 AM
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Log # 454

2008-08-23: Coagulated Twittering

by Eliza Gauger on August 23rd, 2008 ~ 11:59:59 PM
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Log # 453

2008-08-22: Coagulated Twittering

by Eliza Gauger on August 22nd, 2008 ~ 11:59:59 PM
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