back again. I'm continuing with my inspirational artist quotes. I'm really going for a book i think, lol.
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a lot and a lot of thinking, that is what is required, and also a speedy hand...
perfection is limitless...
all that is required is a little imagination. But where is the magic? yes, magic is required, for without magic you cannot have masterpieces... the magic is in the hand. A touch here, a touch there. It must be believable, even more so, it must exist, as a reality inside the viewers mind. Make magic happen...
you've gotten better, but then you feel like some things haven't changed, or maybe nothing's changed...
the more you get better, the more you have to improve...
one flick of the wrist is sometimes all it takes...
nothing takes over inspiration...
detail can really screw up your work even if it's well structured. You have to put the right detail, and the right amount...
sometimes you don't know where the work might lead you. You just have a strong desire to do it...
the artist will ultimately become the reference material for everything he wishes to create...
you must infuse your talents with originality...
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stay tuned for #7. peace.
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Friday, July 24, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
daily artist quotes # 5
Will I retire the pencil...? NEVER!
There's something that goes around in the mind of the artist; something strange and peculiar...
In a sketchbook, each page I turn is another story...
Drawing from life is one of the most important things you can do.
The artist must determine, interpret, consider, reconsider, and re-translate what he or she sees...
There's something that goes around in the mind of the artist; something strange and peculiar...
In a sketchbook, each page I turn is another story...
Drawing from life is one of the most important things you can do.
The artist must determine, interpret, consider, reconsider, and re-translate what he or she sees...
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Daily artist quotes 3
I've gotten better... only time tells. time is a good thing... to those that make good use of it.
I searched for an answer, and was not satisfied. I searched deeper, and then that's when i improved...
sometimes it only comes to you subconsciously...
--peace out--
I searched for an answer, and was not satisfied. I searched deeper, and then that's when i improved...
sometimes it only comes to you subconsciously...
--peace out--
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
daily artist quotes 2
(c) Andre Allen 2009
the faster they flip through your sketchbook, the more you realize how bad you are, and that you really need to improve...
time is against you as an artist. Time is against us all...
Don't take a line for credit: they always look different to someone else...
the faster they flip through your sketchbook, the more you realize how bad you are, and that you really need to improve...
time is against you as an artist. Time is against us all...
Don't take a line for credit: they always look different to someone else...
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
The beginning of my new book: Daily Artist Quotes #1
(C) Andre Allen 2009
Why must I keep drawing? why must I keep failing..?
each stroke tries to improve something; to defy the limits of possibility...
As soon as I take my hand from the page and turn away, it loses all it's appearance, and it becomes nothing like what I've drawn...
The artist must be many things, perhaps everything: A rock, a leaf, a lawyer, a spaceship-- whatever it may be. From out of the depths of insanity even to the most hyper-realistic thought. He/ she must engage, and embrace. That is how we learn, and what makes our work stand out...
Why must I keep drawing? why must I keep failing..?
each stroke tries to improve something; to defy the limits of possibility...
As soon as I take my hand from the page and turn away, it loses all it's appearance, and it becomes nothing like what I've drawn...
The artist must be many things, perhaps everything: A rock, a leaf, a lawyer, a spaceship-- whatever it may be. From out of the depths of insanity even to the most hyper-realistic thought. He/ she must engage, and embrace. That is how we learn, and what makes our work stand out...
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Lovely Stranger [might change title later on]
This is a spoken word piece i wrote in my backyard. It's not personal, but i just felt like posting it. Be inspired! or touched...yee
By: Andre Allen
(c) copyright 2009
I approached her,
with this child that she had,
I could see it in her face, she couldn't smile but she was glad
this place- this place that she could never get used to had changed
circumstances, fake romances to blame
left aborted by the pick-up-line trains, she used to
pick up lines of strain on her forehead,
every night,
under the covers, depressed before bed--
wonderin'...
about life,
and hope, and such
how deep does true love grow, and if it hurts as much
in another world, in another life is where she'd lived.
Comin' to the present now, I can see the way she gives
with determined eyes that are nurturing as she is...
she cares.
she cares for the children that are lost in a sorrow;
she cares for the mothers that are worryin' 'bout tomorrow;
she cares for the fathers in denial;
she cares for the daughters living wild with their sons in skies;
you see she cares for the people that are goin' through her struggle;
she cares because she loves, even if the love wont too.
And if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here, but now i see clear,
so i write this message to show her,
that i'm a better man.
And I looked her in the eyes when i approached her,
with a child she had, they had a story to tell, and so i told her...
she reminded me of someone.
By: Andre Allen
(c) copyright 2009
I approached her,
with this child that she had,
I could see it in her face, she couldn't smile but she was glad
this place- this place that she could never get used to had changed
circumstances, fake romances to blame
left aborted by the pick-up-line trains, she used to
pick up lines of strain on her forehead,
every night,
under the covers, depressed before bed--
wonderin'...
about life,
and hope, and such
how deep does true love grow, and if it hurts as much
in another world, in another life is where she'd lived.
Comin' to the present now, I can see the way she gives
with determined eyes that are nurturing as she is...
she cares.
she cares for the children that are lost in a sorrow;
she cares for the mothers that are worryin' 'bout tomorrow;
she cares for the fathers in denial;
she cares for the daughters living wild with their sons in skies;
you see she cares for the people that are goin' through her struggle;
she cares because she loves, even if the love wont too.
And if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here, but now i see clear,
so i write this message to show her,
that i'm a better man.
And I looked her in the eyes when i approached her,
with a child she had, they had a story to tell, and so i told her...
she reminded me of someone.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
It is not Due Season
copyright 2007
Andre Allen
It is not Due Season
For everything that has been toiled, lays only to waste,
But it is not Due Season:
With season a purpose is given; one that we cannot see
But only exposed in the ripeness of time,
For only time knows the beauty of its wait.
Everything fruitful shall be nurtured with care,
And in the process our sorrows are reaped with gladness;
For, toils succumb to the amount of the creator’s purpose,
And to doubt growth is natural for those who do not see beyond time’s shell-
But it is not Due Season:
And so thus, growth must accrue beyond our vision of beauty;
For true beauty is recognized in our hatched labors,
And, not in the shell of its birth
For who can see beyond a shell, than the one within?
Therefore doubt not- it is not Due Season:
For in the time, there is only one who knows what we wait for,
And the promise we wait shall be given;
Lo, we may harvest when all has been nurtured,
For what taste is there without ripeness, but bitter?
And what beauty is in a shell, except it has hatched?
For everything that has been toiled, lays not to waste,
But we cannot see;
Except we yearn, and hope and wait-
Until it is Due Season
Andre Allen
It is not Due Season
For everything that has been toiled, lays only to waste,
But it is not Due Season:
With season a purpose is given; one that we cannot see
But only exposed in the ripeness of time,
For only time knows the beauty of its wait.
Everything fruitful shall be nurtured with care,
And in the process our sorrows are reaped with gladness;
For, toils succumb to the amount of the creator’s purpose,
And to doubt growth is natural for those who do not see beyond time’s shell-
But it is not Due Season:
And so thus, growth must accrue beyond our vision of beauty;
For true beauty is recognized in our hatched labors,
And, not in the shell of its birth
For who can see beyond a shell, than the one within?
Therefore doubt not- it is not Due Season:
For in the time, there is only one who knows what we wait for,
And the promise we wait shall be given;
Lo, we may harvest when all has been nurtured,
For what taste is there without ripeness, but bitter?
And what beauty is in a shell, except it has hatched?
For everything that has been toiled, lays not to waste,
But we cannot see;
Except we yearn, and hope and wait-
Until it is Due Season
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