Tomes Technique

Painterly visions in digital form.

Tag: Fandom

Based on an existing work.

  • Awareness

    Awareness

    Perception is only part of the story being spun. I’m still stuck on being told I don’t make enough happy expressions. While the news every day brings more reasons to feel lament. To counter this, I’m imagining a time nearly forgotten. When families gathered around the fire for the warmth of stories and the comfort of music. A time that was hard, but beautiful in its simplicity. What was important was a group effort and everyone took pride in their different skills that made it all possible. I like imagining my ancestors like this.

    Seasons Past

    Halloween! I flipping love Halloween! This is the one day I look forward to every year. Put on another haunted house! I’m ecstatic about the feedback. Received a bravo and tucked the screams of adult men into my pocket. Pushing buttons is kind of my thing. Exploring the boundaries and limits of society gets me in a rabbit hole.

    Why So Serious?

    Still feeling a little batty, I think of the heroes we lift in literature only. The powers we allow to be versus the how we think they ought to be. Maybe I just want to be Cat Woman for Halloween again. I loved Michelle Pfeiffer for bringing her to life. Admiration for Tim Burton’s understanding of how to make her human.

    Unspoken Pact

    Binge watching shows from the 90’s, so of course that means I’m Star Trekkin’ across the universe. I don’t remember it being such a soap opera for nerds. Picard mentions a few times that humans have self control and therefore they don’t need locks or personal safeguards. The Federation was woke AF. I bet they all understand how birthday cake works. I know the show was considered a progressive outreach, but women are really not represented well. Androids bring current events to my mind once again. Companies can be people (Citizens United v. FEC). AI can be a paid actor. Where does humanity live?

    Synaptic Soul

    Turkey day is being planned and I’m wondering if we can ever achieve all the Federation has written. I can’t help noticing the future is scant on tech. Are the Borg merely just AI taking over, terminating humanity? Is there a virus in the code?

    The Last Supper Singularity

    Mom’s coming home. Everything returns to her arms. She’ll fix everything with a little time. We are the virus. Concentrating on the forest, the trees forming her spine and her umbrella, the copse canopy. Upon her feet, shrines built to celebrate her radiance. In her hands, life itself. I’m feeling her presence and once again, I follow her call.

    Kukunochi

    The world’s events come crashing into my head again. Mindfulness, just enjoying the state of existence, it’s a real talent. Kudos to those who have this skill. Political leaders as unmovable mountains pop into my head. Terraforming is a thing and I wouldn’t put it past the Cheeto in Charge. His friends are foaming at the mouth to remake maps.

    Mt. Bibi

    Power is a funny thing. Not funny “haha”, but funny “oof”. I’ve always seen power as something you obtain with knowledge, but my ecosystem is proving me wrong daily. I’m ruminating over how much has been lost over the centuries. I am such a Ravenclaw. My Slytherin side is disappointed.

    Read or Die the Painting

    I’m attentive to my surroundings, those who came before, and those who will come after. This is all for them, those who pass on life through their energy. May it spark the next chapter in this never ending story.

  • Cycles

    Cycles

    I’m feeling the cyclone of a new phase. This week’s transition from oppressive heat to crisply cool has me enjoying being outside during the day again. The seasons are mostly indistinguishable without this welcomed change in orbit. After an extended jeep trekking weekend, I’ve stumbled across the “Back to the Future” boxset I’ve hidden in plain sight (where all good things are hidden). Time to trade the Jeep in for a Delorean. Michael J. Fox is brilliantly believable and only Christopher Lloyd can be Doc. Hollywood, don’t ruin this with a reboot.

    1.21 Gigawatts

    There’s a place where hogs roam and deer bleat at passing bears. Below the dam, life takes over again. The next age has begun.

    Pathfinder’s Rest

    I’m feeling inspired again. This time, it’s a photographer that catches my attention. The words and work remind me of the towering bamboos, gauzy crape myrtle, and wispy wisteria at my doorstep; How it sways in the wind and dances for the sun’s light showers. As autumn descends, I cultivate ambedo—a state of mindful absorption where you surrender to the intense details of the world, embracing the simple joy of being present and engaging in activities purely for their inherent beauty.

    Go Touch Grass

    Mentally in Kyoto again. I’ve discovered a sacred pilgrimage route that combines Shinto shrines and Buddhist temples. It’s just too beautifully syncretic to ignore. I stroll through the natural network until I’m stopped plainly. Ahead, an elevated wooden pagoda above those dipping their wishing cups in the streams. Every season finds its way to the front of my imagination. I am thankful for this journey of reflection and appreciation.

    Inspired by: “Shinbutsu Reijo Junpai no Michi”, Kiyomizu-dera Temple

    Cupid’s Ascent (LoveStoned)

    Summer’s come and gone, but it doesn’t stop the beachgoers. Flocking like seagulls for their spot in the shell filled sand; strutting like peacocks in the winter’s sun. Time for the snow birds to come home.

    Pulse of Paradise

    All the over 60’s crowd settling in has me considering my next stage of life. I want to be able to be in the now, but tomorrow is knocking. I’m reminded often that I too will have grown into my mother’s face. Just don’t let me forget myself while discovering her. Dementia is an ugly disease.

    The Distance Between

    Perhaps the light at the end of the tunnel is just another birth canal. Life is an interruption of an otherwise peaceful existence. As another rotation completes, I know it’s merely the snake eating its head, the ouroboros.

  • Traveling

    Traveling

    With all the ads lately, I’ve been thinking about the places I’d like to see; the vibes I could interact with.

    Nite Light

    I like old spaces and contemplative places. It’s distressing to see what’s happening in the world, the cultures being lost and their communities being destroyed.

    Матусі (Hold the Wall)

    I could get lost anywhere, but I find myself wanting a watery surrounding.

    Foraging

    I have an affinity* with lilies. *May be a birth month bias. They just speak to me.

    Kero Kero

    While derping on the internet, I came across an artist I enjoyed. One piece* inspired me. Unfortunately, I noticed the content was created using AI tools. I make every stroke of my doodles with my hand and have qualms with AI in most situations.

    *Image removed by poster.

    Snow Can Wait

    New request for more flowers, specifically the mourning flower from a game. I have free rein with this one.

    Sighing Sun

    There’s so much history in the world. Looking at the homes, I have to look at the locations too. Inspired by Kinkaku-ji, The Golden Temple in Kyoto. Perhaps Kinki is the region for me.

    The Mirror Temple

    I daydream in seasons. Maybe this year, I’ll see the changing of the leaves. Inspired by Islington.

    spring will come but autumn falls

    With Autumn’s arrival comes my favorite time of the year. Time for All Hallow’s Eve and the Black Parade to march. What devious pranks will this year’s haunted house hold? I’m stoked beyond words that it’s officially pumpkin time.

    bone-appétit

    I’m having an animals phase sneak its way in. I came out to a black cat on my porch that I didn’t recognize. He had no problems with being petted, thereby fulfilling my dopamine need for the day and inspiring me to make an ”undercover spy” for the neighborhood cats.

    Secret Agent

    In my imagination, I travel the endless universe. Time means nothing, never will again.

    For this one, I wanted to renovate a practice piece I did when I was a fledgling oil painter. Inspired by Henry Alexander Bowler

    Eulogy Written in a Country Graveyard

    The journey still unfolds.

  • Vantage Point

    Vantage Point

    Taking in the week, I’m seeing things with new eyes. Simple truths hit the hardest. Hindsight is a luxury.

    La Pétillante

    I bought a new tee based on one of my favorite Caravaggio paintings. It got me in the mood to mix things up with the painting. Welcoming a new member to my modernist classics club.

    Salome & Marie

    Then I get a late nite request for a Japanese horse game character and of course, I’m interested in the idea.

    Taishin

    Back in my mind’s perch, there are sights that rattle me; Stop me in my tracks.

    Kissed by Pollen (Petal Pusher)

    My stance hasn’t changed, but my viewpoint has. Whether far or close, the city has a way of sparkling.

    Sun Flower

    There’s a familiarity and connection in the little things. It was just waiting to be noticed.

    Makaveli Rose

    So my floral phase of doodling has started I see. Don’t mind me, just dropping in some poppies.

    Never Forget

    I sing alone but hear two voices
    Feel the pull of phantom choices
    Am I leading? Am I led?
    By the music in my head

    Crusher of Dreams & Bo Beana

    Every step I take, he takes
    Every move I make, he makes
    In the silence between the sound
    He’s the rhythm I have found

    Creature of the nite

    I feel like I’m not doing this mental scene justice. Let’s try that again, shall we?

    In sleep he sang to me​

    Continuing this trend into the use of flowers, I wanted to give them a long view.

    I sense there’s something in the wind

    Seeing them all together, it inspired a new scene.

    Sanctuary

    A seaside retirement for the kooky little couple. I think I’ll always need to be near water.

    Sun Rise Together

    A new request comes in, this time for something not literal, a metaphor. I’ll bite.

    Pain in the…

    Once again, I’m thinking of the endless blue. The juxtaposition of a beachside city with a crumbling infrastructure against Tom Ripley’s boat changes my mood.

    The Broken City (Al-Maghazi)

    In my attempts to become more social again, I’ve returned to social media to find that it’s hardly a place I recognize. I don’t see posts of my friends, I see ads and the like. One reoccurring post is about buying a Japanese home for under $60k. I’m failing to hear any reasons to not move to Japan. Inspired by: Higashi Chaya and the Asa-no-kawa River.

    Morning Commute

    Who needs a yard with a view like this? Inspired by: Kamakura Machi Engawa.

    Aoi Daze

    Reflection means growth, combining experience with endurance. My roots continue to cultivate. The frame of reference, the context, lives and breathes.