The Cabinet of Poe = A cabinet of curiosities of the world of Edgar A Poe works.

I'm finally settled with all the visuals and have the final image of the space in my head what is incredibly inspiring and feeeels goood. Need to do a little bit more reading on key visuals and crack on non-stop drawing.
I'm really happy with the topic I chose in the first stage and now and looking through the sketchbooks and workbooks from the previous hand-ins I can see the line of the concepts that goes through all the work I have been doing since last spring. One thing collect many other things and connects them to the next step and so on.
I also had an idea of creating 100 cards with small scale illustrations to put the all together in the mural but let them exist as separate illustration as well. So I have to do 3 a day.
To get on with this mission easier, gunna post updates here. I promise, let all the spirits of spring nights help me in this.

I swear my boobs have grown bigger in size. *-^

and this is so awesome - http://mrdoob.com/projects/harmony/ , an advanced scribbler.

I'm not particularly sure why I'm not in bed right now, it's been nearly my record of gfffffffffffffffffffffff42 hours being absoultely awake, but he air is full of different visual night-time sounds, shades, thoughts, small ideas, projects, invisible paper folds and bound books, micro structures of illustrations and what nots and my mind is just floating in space. This state gives me a perfect idea what the term of reality interfering with your dreams and thoughts and imaginary world means. I am reading this article about water molecules and I do not really understand if I'm reading it or the words are kinda flowing into my eyes and I saw this transparent image  of a pretty bloke in front of my eyes, talking in animation terms, just around 12 frames before this second and I can't understand if I saw it half a second ago or I am imagining=============================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================== it, or my mind drew that picture of him under all the impressions of today. My forehead is heavy as, ..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   it's full of something visually exciting, different, deep in stories, full in narratives, I can see a half transparent chair just in the back of my eyes, a map, Julien Vallee, Luke's stretched ear, Matt's awesome voice, a tree with a moustache, a cup with a drawing of an owl inside, the cup is lightly brown, a polaroid of the sea, my eyes are closing and my neck does not want to keep my head up any more, there are also . s fsdfddddddddddddddd

Germaine Greer.

I found a note about Germaine Greer in my small red sketchbook, the author of "The Female Eunuch" (1970) earlier today.
I think she might be one of those poeple with an atmospheric aura or interesting opinions and ideas.
I would love to read her book "The Beautiful Boy" (2003) - "an art history book about the beauty of teenage boys, which is illustrated with 200 photographs of what The Guardian disparagingly called "succulent teenage male beauty".
I'm sure I can perfectly relate to the contents and concepts, can't wait to come across it on the day I have some time to read a book.

the journalist.

I want the Friday night back, the music, the thoughts, the sounds and lights.
I really want to talk to him again like there is no freaking tomorrow.
Can't remember his name no matter how hard I try. nooooooooooo.

He just mesmerises me with the way he talks and makes comments and his reactions to things are pretty enchanting.

a very beautiful purple dream.

So, I'm not sure if I had ever seen dreams like that, and yesterday it was a whole film, a ghost film, a whole ghost film very visually beautiful and aesthetically pleasant.
Last night I got back home and was feeling incredibly out of space and couldn't draw or work on my dissertation so I looked at some picture books, then watched some short films and then switched off on my bed.
And when I woke up in the middle of the night, I could perfectly remember the dream I'd just seen, and I can still remember it now (I was terribly afraid I wouldn't).
So, there was a castle. I did not see it from the outside but been to many rooms inside and experienced them in detail.
It had that room I used to see a lot in my dreams in May and June last year, a room somewhere in the cellar areas of a dark gloomy building, with silver dust and spiderweb patterns all over the place, dripping water and somebody coming up the stairs just in front of me up in the darkness of the stairs, but I could never see them properly. I can remember it properly even this very evening and although I haven't seen this room for a while, I saw it last night but this time with some more to it, with the whole castle.
(to be honest, when I woke up, I was incredibly overwhelmed by everything I had seen, but I don't think I can remember all the details now)
The rooms and halls and corridors in the castle had a touch of time to them, the interior was very intricate and highly different and weird, it had mirrors, a lot of stairs, beautiful wallpaper, the colour palette mostly silver, blue, dark navy, black, some red, and greyish blue. The creatures I was around but they couldn't see me were some kind of ghosts, I could see though them, but feel them and hear them talking, the weren't walking on the ground, more like floating in a way, and the most impressive thing was they would have some kind of purple mist, a cloud of purple dust around them, this aura of them was more visible and rememberable than their own matter itself. A man had dark curly hair, shoulder length and the lady, can't remember her face properly, the hair had a tint of dark gold and she was wearing glowing early victorian with some Elizabethan jewelry details clothes and had tattoos on her arms.
I can't recall what were their conversations or plans like, the visual part was the strongest.

under the table.

this is one of the entries about the visual memories of the day.
I was trying to make the cables and other things obey to me under my desk, and Maya walked into the room and asked me if I was lost under my table. this made me generate two illustrated images and a little bit of moving image.
gotta work on it, and get back to this.

LED ghost.

Today was Sunday and Sundays are fun. Also there were a couple of wicked moments in my life earlier during the day and late evening.
While on the bus from work I had the whole and complete and looking awesome the idea about the stuff I want to do for my FinalMajorProject. It involves hell of a lot of illustration, some 3d animation and interactivity bits. The only thing I can share in words is that there gunna be an LED ghost. Also some windows, and dragons. *<*

Cardinal Red

Spent 3-books-about-decadence-and-sexual-anarchy time in the hospital today. At least did some reading on ContextualStudies. And gave away a lot of my dear blood again, like twice. It's pretty painful and although they always warm you it is going to be a scratch feeling, it hurts. I like the colour very very much though, when I look at the small tubes filled with my fresh blood, they just glow with this cardinal red shine. Cardinal Red. Very visually pleasant procedure it was.

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*blue blood - white background and intricate details. in the hospital today my arm would go blue time to time. blood is cardinal -crimson red and blue at the same time. blood is amazing. remember when we studied all the types and circles the human blood makes and it was a mind-blowing system.
*ephemeral. it's a beautiful word and appears highly visual in my head. I was watching spiderman online earlier and it made me think how some things are ephemeral and ghost like (just Julian Wolfreys described the non-material ephemerality of media in his victorian ghosts and hauntings book today). also made me think how letting things go and change is an inevitable matter and element of our life, the more highly-technological our existence gets, the more ephemeral things there are around us and the more things we can't make stay longer. both in emotional and technological ways.

An Illustrated Dictionary of Fantasy Realms.

So, developing the illustrated dictionary idea further on, I'be come out with the title, what would be "An Illustrated Dictionary of Fantasy Realms". I also had an idea naming it "An Illustrated Dictionary of the Imaginary Neighbourhood", but I won't.
It's about a week left, and I have, have to
* do my dissertation, ye, nothing will take me away from it.Nothing in the known universe.
*finish the investigation research and put it into nice body of applied design.
*send of the initial solutions for the book cover freelance work (the deadline is almost over).

And, as soon as I'll be over this all,
*send of the prints to the BoxBird gallery (30th);
*send the storyboards to the M band;
*work on some arduino processing stuffff;
*restart the book cover for Anna Veronica.
#watch a lot of films and go to sleep some time.

>-<

It's not snowing at all but university is closed anyway, what is ridiculous.
I feel incredibly lost about my current university project, my last tutorial absolutely messed up the whole idea I had been working before that.
So I'm doing my design investigation on the illustrated world of imagination and character development and I have quite a few interviews already done and finished and my initial idea was to create illustrations based on the impressions from the interviews, but now since its all not about the final execution but about the research itself, I'm losing my mind about what I should do.
But I had another "bright" idea earlier today and its an "Illustrated Dictionary of Imagination, Character Development and Research Processes within Worlds of Illustrators". It looks great in my head, and it might work.
Still not sure how well designed job they expect as at the end of the whole thing.

Brian Eno is calming me down though.
And this darkness too.

A Mirror Illustration finished!

a film monitor!

Yesterday going through the stuff I store in the dark cupboard with winter clothes, I found a monitor I hadn't used for ages, so I connected it to my laptop and now I've got a monitor for films, so when I draw or paint, or animate or edit, I can watch films with the left side of my eyes, central focuses on the laptop screen and right looks in the window. that all sounded a little bit weird.