Triple Theme Time

P1090616©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz  Yawning Gnosis 14″ x 11″ graphite / 98lb Canson mixed media paper

Here finally are three drawings which I recently completed.

Although each one is related to a different time period in history, they have been joined on this occasion through synchronicity, or maybe through chance :

The first is “Yawning Gnosis” – which I posted as a work in process in my last writing (Feb, 2016). I had briefly stopped writing down my dreams fresh when awakened, therefore they would slowly fizzle into fuzzy formed fragments which I wouldn’t bother to jot down. I believe they somehow went straight back to some storage space in the realm of unconsciousness, unapproachable unless through some sort of meditation, hypnosis, or moksha state. Al this turned into a huge hiatus. There were also other pressing deadlines during that time that came up – some even self inflicted.

P1090627 (1)©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz  After Lucas Cranach the Younger  17″ x 14″ graphite & charcoal / 70lb Canson drawing paper

The second drawing is a copy after a drawing by a great northern European master I deeply admire, Lucas Cranach the Younger. In my version I highlight a tad more the eyes, and the expression tends more towards a smile. It is a portrait of Princess Elizabeth of Saxony c. 1564 currently at Kupferstichkabinett, Staatliche Museum, in Berlin. I also greatly admire his father, Lucas Cranach the Elder’s work and his depiction of the human figure and features. There is a painting of Judith with the Head of Holofernes at the Ponce Museum of Art in Ponce, Puerto Rico attributed to him which I love. It has his characteristic fantastic style, elegance, beauty, and mood. There is another very similar painting by him with the same name/theme currently at Kunsthistorisches Museum, in Vienna.

P1090610©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz  After Pheidias sculpture  14″ x 17″ graphite & charcoal / 70lb Canson drawing paper

The third is a drawing of the ancient Greek male torso sculpture “Ilissos” attributed to Pheidias c. 438 B.C. which is part of the Parthenon pediments. The sculpture intrigued and inspired me somehow, although it is millennia old, its pose seemed quite contemporary and the visible signs of wear, aging, and damage create to a certain extent a haunting and beautiful contrast.

It is in this light that I delve a bit deeper into the concept of time. The following poem inspired by a recent dream sort of deals on different levels with the impressions of “aging” of fine spirits, fine bodies, and fine attitudes.  Enjoy.

Decanter of Time

Unsure cause of celebration

wrinkled song canteen bar

serve me something fancy

slow bartender grizzled shard

Set some sample glasses

cold cube commissary shine

high priced whiskey bottle

Khronos perfume flask design

Pour gold liquid luster

anxiety my head abounds

is this silky precious elixir

(sour, stale, or)

exquisitely sound

Song

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Song 14″ x 11″ graphite / 98lb Canson mixed media paper

 

I’ve finally found my way back here after a few holiday blogpost-free weeks which honestly I needed to recharge and finish up details on the graphite drawing “Song” and start another which is a nude male torso.

Great New Year wishes to all!

 

The drawing Song is an example of a meticulous study of light and shade and the different levels present and how they are perceived and transferred to paper via in this case graphite pencils. I have used the spectrum of 4H to 8B. In terms of composition, I have chosen to break the initial triangular form I was intending into a more diagonal semi parallel line form. The poem “Song” is from current musings on life and the drawing. Enjoy!

SONG

Dance float till the sounds,

soft aroma emotions,

finding delicate windows,

in slow saviour motions.

Savorer of mirrors,

self indulgent disguise,

absurdity dragging circles,

song free luscious sky.

Hey! you there!

bring me back from despair,

far away from this song,

from this free loving form,

this maker of meaning,

this happenstance cause.

Song,

crash waves on my eyebrows,

sun bursting desire,

wash over this symbol,

shine pleasant conspire,

moist feminine salt,

breeze humid estate,

conspicuous these locks,

liquid

languid

escape.

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz untitled unfinished drawing (detail) 14″ x 11″ graphite / 98lb Canson mixed media paper

Dreamland Awakening

©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Dreamland Awakening 23.5″ x 18.25″ oil / archival mat board

A sort of meticulous study of subtleties and nuances that might appear imperceptible to the naked eye contingent upon the light angle and its intensity.

A fresh off the easel self portrait in oils along with poetry vaguely inspired by dreamland and reflections on the variety of chance states and characters transiting through so called reality.

Unreliable mirror

voice of illusion

singer in motion

spot on delusion

striker of force

play me a note

shirt on my head

bring me a song

reason of course

dancer beware

children have fun

master a dare

movement of sorts

what is the story

2 D impression

mind masturbation

simple lie warts

welcome today

now I do service

visions of glory

self intercourse

ages of questions

response of folly

peril of angels

destiny source

gravity sky jump

reach for the seedling

star ship in orbit

flight plan in shorts

Daedalus invention

morning of masters

god intervention

chameleon of horse

seminal ovum

break ground construction

freedom obstruction

live life off courts

millipede dance

laggardness farce

infinite fulcrum

rejoice in chance

 

Don the Fend Folly (or Cumbrous Cave Fulvous Throne)

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Earth Flight – Promethea 12″ x 9″ acrylic / linen

In this oneiric tale I am invited to partake by my anima in a beautiful although frightening challenge.

I am then led steadily downward towards an underground chamber to encounter the Keeper of this subterranean domain.

The painting Tierra Vuelo – Prometea (Earth Flight – Promethea) is related on several levels to the poetry included in this post and subtly suggests the theft of the fire of creativity or creation.

Cumbrous Cave Fulvous Throne or Don the Fend Folly

A slightly sloped sidewalk

downward I do stride

multilevel sea view Anima me guides

diminutive ridge handrails trace scene tide

She’s close to sheer cliff

vegetation prime eyed.

Hesitation unwelcome in sharing her view

“come closer to edge observe down bijou”

nerve racked and alarmed reach rail I approach

slope height even lower this vertigo broach

prostrate and face up look down from the floor

tight torso slight lifted safe gaze eerie score.

Distinct invitation trail down passage way

I see water in exit sand also conveyed

(though not as effective construction dismayed).

We embark descent stroll routeing terrain encounter

basement dungeon is dark earthy flow moisty mountain

old hermit custodian ancient guardian fine wreaker

realm artifact steward dormant wine wisdom keeper.

Plank summit top table ornate vitreous bright jar

prepackaged clear pairs full round from afar

glass cradle of earplugs seem ripen rouge grapes

uneven cut boulders sum daunting landscape.

Reach crystal container retrieve packaged pair

(and ask the old man if it’s true that I can

He replies “No” emphatic, “tis mine, not to share.”

I mock to myself – ‘No worries Sultan…’)

plenty they’re from and remain with no care.

I don the fend folly grape earplugs of ice

two globules cold ears stroll cellar suffice

daft domain demands unearth once them all

rule dungeon quite tricky as slab made step stones.

Flight vertical labyrinth

Cumbrous cave Fulvous throne.

Alpinia Purpurata

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Alpinia Purpurata 16″ x 12″ acrylic / canvas

The painting “Alpinia Purpurata” is based on a floral arrangement usually found on my kitchen table. It had been there for quite some time, maybe a few years.

When the leaves and the blossoms would start to whither we would simply replace them and keep the basic pattern consistent. Many repeat guests to our home can attest to seeing this undeviating arrangement over time. The poem is partially based like other poems before it, on a recent dream sequence and the painting.

Alpinia Purpurata

Secret unopened letter of love,

infinite paths of strange augur above,

passenger back seat, white whisper of silence,

my immovable gaze, last laudable license.

Alpinia Purpurata pair blossoms,

longevity, strength, intense fiery passion,

from kingdom Cantata, host of red phantoms,

wealth beyond measure, diversity, concessions,

silken thread crystal womb,

golden vase scarlet bloom.

Fluttering heart dances, impaired vision strains,

where shall I take chance, destinations your aim,

shall I read your romance,

shall I tear you in chains,

shall I break free from trance,

shall I toss you unclaimed,

or shall you unopened remain.

Famined Fellas Feast

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Untitled Girl 16.5″ x 13.5″ charcoal / archival paper

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Untitled Self Portrait 16.5″ x 13.5″ charcoal / archival paper

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Smells like Bacon 13.5″ x 16.5″ charcoal / archival paper

 

A Self Portrait inspired drawing from a while back and two fragmented facial figures (one is a portrait of the painter Francis Bacon) compose this post.

The Self Portrait inspired drawing like many of my SP’s are mostly somewhat based on appearances and have more to do with actual in the moment mental structures, and emotional outpourings of somehow timeless biases captured during the process. The poem is based on a comical dream, one of a few recent dreams that have already occured this month of October. Hope you enjoy.

 Famined Fellas Feast or (Blatant Bullshit)

Building full of rooms, one is mine no doubt,

wander thru a hallway, wayward route is out,

(pinpoint forward yawning door, famined fellas feast),

I glance and count them four, perhaps acquainted to them all, (twain at least before).

“Buen provecho” (enjoy your meal) I roar, treading thru the hall.

No responses reach reception,

no revelation loud and clear,

swivel around and shout once more,

low utterance (uh-huh) I hear.

Incredulous mine ears,

tis strenuous to conceive,

I keep walking with a stride,

blatant bullshit don’t believe…

…in neither dreamland, nor waken wide.

Equinox Autumn Echo

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz (Untitled/Unfinished -In Process) 66″ x 48″ acrylic / canvas

The unfinished and as of yet untitled painting above seems in a way rather fitting for the following autumn reflection of a spring dream I transcribed some months ago.

You might find the poem based on the dream sequence, of a similar note to the poem Gorgeous Vine Vulva, in both I encounter and incorporate the anima or feminine creative energy alive in the subconscious. Enjoy!

Equinox Autumn Echo

Little girl in a dream song,

flashy purple colored dress,

singing like a rooster strong,

I’m laughing, feeling quite impressed.

A multitude of mimic masters,

bringing lavish mirror minds,

bombast bragging, furious, faster,

haste hassle bargains all the time.

I’m traveling through this naked realm,

shine clear torso my reflection,

physique is handsome at the helm,

less shirt struggles, less inspection.

At first I’m not surprised to find,

an echo feature, a well formed breast.

I perceive it from a pose of side,

bounty belle beauty upon my chest.

But then it struck me as quite strange,

this autumn equinox echo,

I must be dreaming this arrange,

from the spring life sleep of a loco.

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With my untitled, in process painting in my studio, trying for a lotus position on a stool.

Arcanum Song Fountain

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Llena Eres De Gracia (Full Of Grace) or Magdalena aprox. 30″ x 15″ acrylic / canvas

I’ve decided to post the image of the realist figurative painting “Full of Grace” after obtaining a higher quality photo recently.

It was first exhibited in the year 2013 and pairs somewhat well with the dream story poem “Arcanum Song Fountain” or “Ornate Vulva Heirloom”. The poem is an account of a dream where I receive a gift from a female artist friend. Enjoy!

Arcanum Song Fountain or (Ornate Vulva Heirloom)

Clear core talent creator empress,

sweet female artist friend of mine,

to bland and bluff her work’s averse,

bestowed on me great gift enshrined.

An intricate journal of uncommon blooms,

pink orchid designs in sketchbook deluge,

avalanche of angles, from all sides and views,

page after page of ornate vulva heirloom.

Believing her blossom is somewhat bizarre,

her bulging beginnings bring modest recall,

a self portrait in nude along with her lover,

arousal is obvious in the male from afar.

Untangled unconscious, arcanum song fountain,

repertoire viewpoints of symbols expands,

grateful act gracious, gift fertile fine feminine,

notebook of drawings is now in dream hands.

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With my painting “Magdalena” in my studio, deciding whether to change the frame or not.

Manifest of Frequent Fractals

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Lines of Belief and Disbelief 12″ x 9″ charcoal and red pastel / watercolor paper

A recent nightly self portrait – one of the many masks worn on occasions and a recent poem dedicated to my eldest son Alexander in the event of his recent birth anniversary. May you enjoy!

 

Manifest of Frequent Fractals

(to my son, Alexander)

Sun of the Mother,

fortunate thy name,

jump from undercover,

Prometheus unchained.

Unify thus the actors,

proliferate free the flame,

pass forth the torch,

that disentangles the knave.

Relinquish the luggage,

of quite treacherous view,

who are the others,

if not me and not you,

reflection thus mirrors,

marking rhythms of truth.

How is it possible,

to leave and arrive?

Manifest frequent fractals,

searching game answers of why.

Nonsense is ordinary,

in reality it seems,

dance till you wonder,

if it’s true and with a Queen,

shake, vibrate, and thunder,

become god within a dream.

spat rid the riddle (free of duels)

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Flowers for Florentina 14″ x 11″ acrylic / linen

A hello to all my fellow dreamers! Searching for answers in all dream states, I have come to find out everything is a really just a dream – just like the song says.  So a Toast to all! Salud! and just keep dreaming!

Spat Rid the Riddle (free of duels)

Everything’s a dream, a dream so really real,

hauntingly convincing,

flood of appeal,

searching right questions, elegance concealed,

tightly twisted tango (dance) slowly revealed.

Slaying the master and finding a fool,

spat rid the riddle free of duels,

reach for the mistress, loving the cat,

bring forth the summoned maker of jewels!

Inventor, creator, of sorts innovator,

Where is your favorable challenge?

A well within the hidden skin,

a stunning source to manage.

Dreamers are a such a bunch… in sooth awake?

Questioning all infinity circle,

Never keenly knowing reality at stake.

When nothing much matters – where do we go?

How to keep going when there is no show?

Bring forth the clowns, the jester, the fool,

inventor, creator, of sorts innovator.

What is your favorable tool?

Clarity unfolding chaotic conjecture, (guess)

where beauty and breath are re-schooled.