Friday, December 21, 2012
A few things that I want you to think about later: Opera, hostages, revolution, small things, religion, values, culture, connectedness, rivers, life, death, money, love, careless words that make people love you less, moths with their dorsal tufts on all of our hearts, our mothers, and fathers, and the ways in which they live in all of us no matter how hard we might try to say that they don't, war and money, sex, incest, more love, how things change even when we don't want them to, how things stay the same independent of our own efforts, time, non-time, the words, the author, the reader, the experience the reader has, your own self as the reader, the ways in which we fight our fate, the ways in which we take our own life as a statement of our own power over our bodies, the ways we see our own bodies, mourning, morning, magic, faith, faith in magic, balance, judgement, loyalty, sadness, beauty in sadness, names, property, exchange, wealth, youth, even more love, more beauty, less death, more death, behavior, press, elegance, style, poise, moist earth, rain, rain on our faces, really singing in the rain, the music in everything, the silence of the void, being, understanding. And thinking about all of these things and the ways in which we don't think we have an outlet.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
As I said before I am starting over. I just moved back to Virginia from Chicago last month and, my word, has it been a bumpy ride. I've been combing through my sketchbooks from my time in Chicago rereading my apocalyptic writing and reviewing all of my drawings in way searching for some of my deepest inspirations -- nostalgia and memory.
All images in this post are property of © Derek Blair Cooper
In any case the images that I was working on in Chicago were mostly based on the figure, throughout my entire Undergraduate career as an art student I was trying to, before even figuring out content, find an aesthetic that I believed in and that I thought represented my identity as an artist. Sufficed to say, I don't think I ever found its root. The following images were dubbed my little ones and became a sort of comforting way for me to draw my thoughts --
What these little ones say about beheading - I'm not sure, but I do know that if anything is going to crop up in my work again, it will be this kind of image. They're all drawn in pencil, because it comforts me to know that they are are effaceable. Also, one of my sketchbooks was completely soaked in a Chicago downpour during a bike ride home from work one day. This attributes to some of the image quality.
You should probably also listen to Total Loss by How to Dress Well. One of my top 5 albums of 2012.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
In any case, hand drawn signage has always been a favorite of mine so I am going to try my hand at periodically inserting little message into the blog. Apart from that, as the title might suggest this blog will be rife with hodgepodge knickknacks and tschotskes including but not limited to: personal style, high fashion (ugh), trends, art, nerding out with Buffy Summers or the Legend of Zelda and insightful yet possibly irrelevant intellectualisms.
In fact this is more for me than you. I am on my way to becoming an Anthropologist (whatever that means) and this is an interactive way for me to reminisce on my past thought patterns.
Things to come in the near future:
//why I think Winona Ryder is perfect
//some lovely buzz boys from the modeling world
//and well that's just me on instagram signing off and I guess more on me later...
Live long and prosper,