Fear of Crashing

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© “Patroklos” after Jacques Louis David c.1780   charcoal, charcoal white / toned card stock paper   8.5″ x 11″

A few weeks back I conceived a short poem from a recalled dream, which I did not completely understand (remaining ambiguous to a certain degree as most dreams do).

I had decided to not post it for the moment because it apparently did not have any relation to what I was working on at the moment which were some drawings, so devoid of an elegant paring of both poem and drawings, I waited and remained waiting without posting.

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© Study of Antagonism   charcoal, charcoal white, colored pencil / pastel paper    11″ x 8.5″

After viewing a video a few days ago from the course “The Ancient Greek Hero in 24 Hrs” where the scholars Douglas Frame and Gregory Nagy discuss “telos” and it’s relationship to charioteers and crashes, the dream and poem resonated on a very different level for me, especially since the title of my poem was “Fear of Crashing”.

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© Rising Girl Back study    permanent marker, charcoal / card stock paper    11″ x 8.5″

 

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© Female head study    charcoal, ink, colored pencil / pastel paper    11″ x 8.5″

The discussion centered around chariot driving and the outcomes for heroes such as Patroklos, Nestor, Phaethon, and Hippolytus, all having to do with life/career paths, stages, initiations, and cycles.

A very important key for me: avoiding crashes with mythological bulls and incoming traffic. Here is the very short poem:

Fear of Crashing

Night highway flowing darkly,

swarming headlights blind my eyes,

against traffic I’m driving,

lane swerving swift motions of mine.

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© Figure study sketch  charcoal, white charcoal / pastel paper    8.5″ x 11″

Ode to the Strangers

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© Ode to the Strangers   mixed media / pastel paper     18″ x 22″

Ode to the Strangers

Sightless three seers, uproar a muffled sound,

I see crystallized minds, soft arabesque-ing aground,

I hear the breathing of fates, eerie discourse of years,

dogs’ camouflage barking, singing crocodile tears.

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© Untitled drawing   charcoal/pastel paper  11′ x 8.5″

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© Untitled Line Study  mixed media / toned card stock paper    11″ x 8.5″

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© Study for Three Figures    charcoal/pastel paper    8.5″ x 11″

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© Study for Dancing Figure   mixed media / toned card stock paper   11″ x 8.5″

Metal Mesh Earthen Tomb

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©2nd of the Achaeans     mixed media/pastel paper     12″ x 9″

The following and the above are some recent works (drawings/sketches) on paper and other media.

After a yearlong pause from writing, a verbal oxidation tried to take hold and arrange itself around the edges and the creases of my mind. After scraping this off, I encountered a poem.

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©Based on Sebastiano del Piombo drawing (c.1520)     graphite/paper     11″ x 8.5″

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The following is the poem as a short story from a recent dream, which is somehow related I believe to a course I’m currently taking titled The Ancient Greek Hero in 24 hrs from edX online.

Do check it out if interested in Ancient Greek culture as it is definitely worthwhile.

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©Nina frontal sketch      charcoal/toned card stock      11″ x 8.5″

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Metal Mesh Earthen Tomb

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I travel alone through some dusk moisten ground,

wandering past dark earthen shroud,

my eyes not troubled from mist or cloud,

a dextral encounter with a terrestrial mound.

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I carry for dinner an upended fowl,

unbeknownst its hue, its weight, nor fount,

I recall no whispers nor deafening sounds,

I turn to behold such terrestrial mound.

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Quite unnerving, amusing deception, I thus initially found,

as it just touched the pile, disappear did the fowl.

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I search in vain for the vanished,

my disbelief torrential reigning and mounts,

to decipher, unearth present quandary,

to retrieve and reclaim from the mound.

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(Through some trickery of my own), I attempt to regain,

what I never have loaned, and my posture maintain.

Tapping lightly damp earth, myriad bearings I’ve chosen,

conviction shall work, ritual spell to be broken.

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I find myself covered, magic sand surround pile,

slow brush vex my skin, subterranean bush file,

metal mesh earthen tomb, scraping dirt to be found,

how am I below now, such uncomfortable mound?

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I am lodged by mistake soft ripe underground,

The fowl dinner nowhere, as I continue to scrape.

I then see a tunnel and perceive my escape,

my plan a calm getaway such mysterious mound.

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©Quill and ink line sketch       India ink/card stock paper      11″ x 8.5″

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©Nina profile sketch   charcoal/toned card stock     11″ x 8.5″

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

Dreamer in Disguise

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Reflection on a Dreamer 16.5″ x 13.25″ oil & soft pastel / archival mat board

The self portrait “Reflection on a Dreamer” is a recent study in cool, neutral, and warm tones achieved primarily by observing my reflection in the studio mirror in the space of a few nights.

The portrait started out with eyes wide open but then gradually transformed into what it is now, although a few minor details should allow me to consider it completed, it is still in process. The poetry is once again based primarily on a recent nightly encounter.

Dreamer in Disguise

Faceless dreamer shroud

searching fruitless for reflection

long open white lab coat

fraud garment of perfection

arms supple in a circle

head invisible to my eyes

plasticity reigns this realm

soft mirror of disguise.

The dreamer cloaked as artist,

the dreamer as a fool

dreamer of distinction

dreamer molecule

dreamer fine magician

dreamer full of science

dreamer Nosferatu

dreamer pact in silence

dreamer as a hermit

dreamer with no clothes

dreamer close the circuit

dreamer chews and chose.

Cling Oscillate Cloud

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Chrysalis 23″ x 30.5″ soft pastel, charcoal, acrylic / sealed cotton watercolor paper

A puzzling encounter with space and air flight related symbols from a ground perspective written in verse form and the recent mixed media work titled “Chrysalis”.

I was inspired to finish this mixed media work, which was close to completion but had been left on the back burner for quite a while, after writing the poem. I recalled having the work available and on the “ready for finishing touches” list, which seemed somehow befitting. Hope you enjoy.

Cling Oscillate Cloud

Whitish bright light dusk impregnated mist,

outside, the streets, desolate luminous kiss,

nothing around me except structures unbound,

colors forsaken,

abandoned,

no sound.

Up ahead is a symbol of space flight that is wobbling,

NASA’s trans border shuttle, rope tied and dangling,

pall nebula it’s rear, synchronous pendulum swing,

both shuttle and blank cloud oscillate unison cling.

Approaching said spectacle, white haze all around,

quite reach touch this vehicle,

incredulous,

astound.

Stand and observe, time dubious plain sight,

sky distant chained airplane, amiss in high flight.

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.

Fathomless Fountain Phase

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz U Turn 16.5″ x 13.5″ charcoal, pastel / archival paper

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Looking Back 13.5″ x 16.5″ charcoal / archival paper

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz No Worry, No Despair 16.5″ x 13.5″ charcoal / archival paper

A few of my drawings from a while back that seem to go well with the poem.

The following verse tale is dedicated to my brother Lewis, who’s story inspired me to write the poem. It is somewhat based on an actual event that occurred to him recently on a business trip coupled with some of my personal insights. Enjoy!

Fathomless Fountain Phase

Mt Rainier, reign awesome solemn sight,

beau view cushion seats, clouds to my right,

heading east, slow flow salty on my cheeks,

mystery spring sorrow, lone sprout leaks.

A voyage to conjure some rusty grain story,

a simple search in source memory,  (such mountainous maze),

nothing to recall, fathomless fountain phase,

glances beside me, watch my intoxicate daze…

…Sprinting to the gate or miss my next flight,

bag’s on my back, feeling fit and just right,

against time, once again, racing to arrive,

stopped by a stranger, “…your things are on a ‘dive’, (sir).”

Look back and encounter others with my stuff,

grateful of these strangers, my run turned bluff,

eyeglasses, books and towels, took to the air,

missed the goddamn flight, alas, but saved… from despair.

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Cleaning up a bit around the edges on the drawing “Looking Back”

Cloister Cloud Cerulean

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Cloister Cloud Cerulean Self Portrait 12″ x 9″ acrylic & charcoal / sealed watercolor paper

A poetical delving into a recently completed self portrait.

In the short poem below I explore around a bit into the illusory fabricated mind structures and filters (many times self created and maintained) and I also lightly brush on the power of internal awareness. A personal glimpse into my “campaign”. So, don’t stop dreaming! and Enjoy!

Cloister Cloud Cerulean

Sky scraping structures,

edifice of mind,

architectural complex,

keeps the grind alive,

tilts my view of nature,

forcefully confined,

barefaced truth is bent,

shamelessly devised.

Crimson colored glasses,

convert me quasi blind,

sighting slit of reason:

“seek and ye shall find.”

Cave cleave imagination,

fount of countless kinds,

colossal cleft conjure,

provides me myriad mines.

Cloister Cloud Cerulean,

continue campaign climb.

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Working on the mixed media painting “Cloister Cloud Cerulean” self portrait outside my studio in Puerto Rico

Dream Desolation Drive

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Black Self Portrait 20″ x 15″ (with glaze) acrylic,pastel,charcoal / sealed watercolor paper

 

A nightly drive through story on structures, dwellings, and the personages inhabiting this reflecting and holographic realm. Enjoy!

Dream Desolation Drive

Dream desolation drive, discern a dark road,

a friend, you and I, in a car so bestowed,

two corner houses beyond the bend we tour,

catch a mighty glimpse, attention for sure,

structures reworked, remodeled, restored,

although night fallen, I’ve been here before.

Solitary abode illumined in amber,

architecture exposed with glaring grandeur,

inhabitants moved to someplace unknown,

glorious space open of yesterdays throne,

admire dozen doors, arcs elevated from ground,

perhaps we encounter past residents unbound.

Second dwelling converted, transmuted, transformed,

turn round corner right, internal huge platform,

attractive middle aged couple, standing at door,

conversing with owner, I’ve seen them before,

glance at interior, beyond gate past darkness,

we follow the fool and walk deceit emptiness.

 

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In my studio attempting to get the same expression as the work.

Apparent vast solitude in truth was quite full,

people everywhere sat, making contact visual.

Walked round the middle then round again back,

some chairs surely vacant, others seem not,

more seats am I finding, appearing from black.

Prime for performance in font of the stage,

room is divided whilst open the cage,

curtains are drawn, divisions removed,

floor has the markers of sliders that ruled.

The function is formal, attendants are dressed,

inside this vast structure a legion is guest,

many lives lived, of levels and dreams,

multiple plots and stories and schemes,

they all can reside in this fantasy realm,

where fractal reflections flood forth overwhelm.

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Black Self Portrait 20″ x 15″ acrylic,pastel,charcoal / sealed watercolor paper