Art and artness.

I am such; an; idiot!

Everytime i watch Pirates of the Caribean I keep wondering where I've heard the name William Turner before, and now, sitting my chair flicking through my SOK notes I noticed that William Turner is a Painter and a damn good one at that. His art has a kind of magic to it, many of his pieces cover seascapes. Et voilà ;

This is art.

My favorite artist of the late 18th Century/ Early nineteenth, however, is Goya. Many of you must have seen the film Goya's Ghosts, i hope? If you haven't watch it. It stars Natalie Portman, Javier Bardem and Stellan Skarsgard. I believe Jonathan Pryce also acts in it, unless my memory is playing tricks on me 8) He acted as Elizabeth Swann's father in Pirates of the caribean.

(Pictures- Left: Movie Poster, Right; The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters- F. Goya)

I apologize for the messiness of this post- blame it on blogger =) That's all for now, I'll add on to this later on when I've finished revising art.

Peace and Love,

Torii xoxo

Poems for the dishearted and illminded- The Haunted Fishbowl.

“When you look into that fishbowl,

Tell me; what do you see?”

Well, two colored goldfish

Starting right back at me!

“Look again, dig deep into your mind

and when you get there tell me;

What do you find?”

I see my reflection and search into my eyes..

I'm a goldfish now, seeking that which lays behind.

I look through the glass separating I from me;

What an awesome feeling to be so light, so free!

“Alas child, there is no time for play and squander,

We're on a mission of discovery, not wonder.”

My psych is now a goldfish too,

swimming right behind me to push me through.

“In from those black windows, this shouldn't take long”,

And there to welcome us waited a giant glass bong.

I was cleaning my goldfish- finally!- and randomly thought of this..it doesn't make much sense and it is far FAR from finished but i needed to write it somewhere and blogger was open ^^

Peace and Love

Torii xoxo

Conscious

"Music and roses burst through crimson slaughter"
-W.O <3

I love that quote, depressing as it may be. I find it quite inspirational artistically speaking.
And, talking about inspiration, I have been designing alot lately. I blame it on my dad really- i wish as good as him at it though, but anywho.

I have come up with some fairly nice "garments 8) " if i may say so myself, and i am thinking of naming my clothing line something like;

'Torsome Designs'

- I know, it sounds VERY generic, that is why i am asking for your help ..or opinions?

Today i began learning how to use a professional sewing machine: SCARY! Firstly it is big, okay maybe not that big but still IT. IS. REALLY. FAST. and can sew through your hand without any effort whatsoever. Hmm maybe something like that should be featured in the next Saw movie.

So..yes, i am happy; I managed to sew a pair of microshorts- not for wearing, they were just a sort of test run to see if i am capable of [manipulating] the machine.

Besides that, i rummaged through some material- found some really nice colours, patterns and textures- and i stumbled upon an amazing bag. It is very sixties Yellow Submarine-ish; if you haven't watched the film, check it out NOW! The 'creatures' designed on it are the many many acid-inspired ones in the film. <3

Anywho, i have a migraine which feels like a supermassive blackhole in my head at the moment so i am going to rip my fingers off the laptop and glue my eyes to Starwars instead. Yes- i said it; S T A R W A R S ..it makes me laugh =)

In light of that i say "May the Force be with you" and bid everyone faretheewell.


Peace & Love,
Torii xoxo

Poems for the dishearted and illminded- Life.

I walked along this morning,
Behind the tanker of despair,
Where eventually it led me,
Down to its hideous layer.

One by one it will take us,
To this dark and gloomy place;
It will rob us of our feelings,
And scare us with its face.
It will leave us feeling empty,
Alone and without hope.

No one will ever find us,
Or throw us down a rope.

I wrote this last sunday, but anywho.

Peace and Love,
Torii xoxo

Poems for the dishearted and illminded- The 3Rs.

The world is a dead place.
Dead people.
Dead places.
Dead animals.
Dead faces.
Dead feelings.

Nothing is truly alive;
Who lives, lives to die.
Who lives is dying.
Dying feelings
and emotions.
Dying thoughts
and devotions.

The planet and the world,
have begun to deteriorate and twirl.
And along with them we shall leave,
in winds that howl and whirl.

Reduce, Reuse and Recyle- Yes, it's like Environment crazy week at school at the moment. So i'm feeling inspired. Anywho, i shall now depart and get back to my Wilfred Owen studying.

Peace and Love,
Torii xoxo

Defrosted ice spreads like cancer.

"Rain, rain go away come again another day. All the world is waiting for the sun." - Breaking Benjamin.

Humans are animals, biologically speaking. Animals run. Humans run too. We run from predators. We run out of fear of the bad. But then we differ from other animals in that the fear we run from is occasionally the fear of something good happening. The fear of a positive force that might capture us. Hold us captive. And then like a genetically modified nail, hammer itself into our skulls, penetrating into our minds and finally give us that tiny spec of hope. Causing us to believe that good things exist. That good things happen. That they happen by themselves. Without superficial aids. Without hallucinations. Without lies. The deeper the nail gets into our head the more brainwashed we become. Then the whole positivity process begins. We wake up smiling. Go to bed smiling. Sing in the shower. Hate the songs that have deep meanings. Feel a constant sense of euphoria. Laugh out of nothing. And of course, let the sun shine through any rainy day. We'll be the sun for others. We'll leave them behind when they turn into rain because we don't understand them. We don't want to understand them because that will bring us to that cold patch in the back of our minds. The patch that remained frozen despite our current state of warmth. That patch will remind us that we too felt like rain. We too acted like the rain, pushing away the sun. This will make us think. The big smiles on our faces will start to fade but now it's too late. Everyone around us has gotten used to us being the sun. So as our euphoria escapes us with every breath we exhale, we become more hollow. But being that we are currently the sun, we keep that smile on our face. Our cheeks start to hurt. The smile starts to bore us- but we keep it on because we don't want others to know how we feel. We think that supergluing the paper smile to our lips will stop it from withering away. It will trap the last bit of hope we still have in the warm blood of our sunny hearts. But it doesn't. We keep getting more hollow. The cold patch in our minds starts to defrost, it's icy waters filling us, travelling to our hearts. We reach complete emptiness. The cold water condeses and clouds up the blood in our core, making it harder for us to portray emotion. Making it harder for us to feel. The defrosted ice spreads like a cancer through our bodies, infiltrating our souls too. Our acquaintances, who previously seemed like rain to us, morph into the sun as our eyes get blurry- In reality it is us who are changing not them- We fall back into the deep pit of feelinglessness. Of numbness. And then we start to run all over again. We run out of fear of the positivity hurting us again. It starts to look like a scimitar; bright, shiny, cold, hurtful and blunt in all of it's severe sharpness.

The cycle then starts again. The running. The bumping into. The feelings. The fading. The emptiness. The running.

Peace and Love,
Torii xo

Halluni.

Kull hoss dagharitli go mohhi
bhal xi ljun lest ghall pranzu.
L-ghasafar izekzku vjolentament,
ilsienhom twil ihabbatli fuq widnejja
bhal xi id kiesha u krudili.
Il-karozzi ghaddejin bhal tanek tal-gwerra;
Jiddisturbaw il paci u jqacctu 'l-ftit sanita' li qaghad baqali.
U n-nisa jippassiggaw bit tkaken itektku
b'kull pass jghafgulek mohhok.
Bhal xi sikkina diehla go fik;
bil mod il mod TOQTLOK.

This is first poem i've ever tried wiritng in Maltese. I'm quite proud of it actually, but on the other apologies for any spelling or wrong grammitcal imput.

Peace and Love,
Torii xoxo