Monday, January 11, 2010

old

a company contacted me to see if i would be interested in helping them with design, i've been working on some sketches, but right now, I've been spending most of my artistic ideas and attention on a commison project in developing a boardgame. Sadly i cannot discus it or show images until there are copyrights attributed to it. but i thought i'd share this old image i was playing with, as it's not a style i've represented on this blog as of yet. Hope you enjoy :)

Thursday, January 7, 2010

writing: a small collection of current works

"k, it's your turn.
punch me in the stomach".

let's feel something.

'life's a party'
grab a straw-
we'll chatterbox tonight

noses will bleed
but first;

"punch me in the stomach.
I'm ready,
k wait- now i'm ready".

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you don't fit
in here,
all of them surround you
in noise

but you're quiet like me,
you don't fit in
like me
and i like you
let's get outta this place.

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my city caved in.
downtown.
right in the center.

i want to help it along,
stand on it's head
light a match and
watch it all burn.


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destruction is inevitable
without epiphany;

i tried analyzing my dreams,

but i'm either so stoned that i can't wake up, or i'm so anxious that i can't sleep

and my throat sounds
to comfort, keep me company
like a dripping tap over a clogged drain.


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Bridges to Nowhere
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my body yearns for him to touch me like you used to

i don't miss it,
i don't miss you.

he makes me undone

you were always too much

never wanted,
never craved

but him, i savour-
and would gladly overdose on his flesh,
like the holiest of communion.



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i'm giving you my heart.

you can hold it,

you can carry it around, on any journey

you can give it back

you can break it.


because i know;

that you're worth

chancing,
losing,
keeping,
and dreaming
about.



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you've got all the wrong answers
at all the wrong times

i always fall for the hearts
that don't seem to consider mine-

and i don't know what i'm doing
i don't know what i've done
i'm spinning in a circle
and reaching out for no one




to be
-----

be
alone
forever.

i don't need it;
this is just an addiction,
a malfunction.

i wear a mask that
you can't see through

and i can't
remove

your loss,

i'll be,

alone
forever.




lies upon lies, upon...
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sick
strong
so sweet and bitter

i smell your decay,
though you're still months away-

do you feel my fingers?
i've been scratching into your back
here,
where they belong

for every time
you've said it wrong.

who are you?
i want the truth.
catch her
in the lie...



Skeleton
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i can feel my back,
wet with blood.

my blood.

i'm laying here,
cold,
hard,
complacent
to what i've become.
My jaw tight;

i wish not to break our silence by
announcing judgement.

i'll wait til i can move my hands,
then i'll start pointing fingers.

it isn't what i want,
what i'm waiting for
my worth

so i'm lying here.

cuz it's easier to fib it,
than accept it...

rigor crawls
to steal my pulse.


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arms hold tight

oh i wish it was us

pulsating with life,

moving with love

tentacles burn bright

oh,

i wish it was us.


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The wind's on your side,
It's too cloudy for stars
You lay there each night
Wondering where you are
Each blade of grass cuts you straight
Through the heart

is it loud enough?
is it loud enough?

Breaking bad, you're losing good
No one really knows you in this neighbourhood
You've got secrets you keep tucked away
In what you carry around
Silent like ghost
They make no sounds

You trust the path
You know is littered
And gonna blow-
It's a slippery slope
Living on cigarettes and dope
You tried to drown
But you couldn't cope
With the flavour of the water;
Soiled; you cried out for soap

no one hears you
you're not loud enough
you're not loud enough

Picking through the trash always feels like home
Uncertainty brings you both comfort and hope
You're a hungry little fire starter
That's looking for both

When it's right there though
it's not good enough
nothing's good enough

For a starry eyed princess
In her wedding gown
Blowing up the city
When no one's around
Your bones are solid,
But your skin is torn
Looking for a new suit
That hasn't been worn
Put your best face forward
Cuz it's all that you know
You walk the line
Between horrible and fine
It's the only thing you own

That's loud enough,
That's good enough
sometimes.


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goddammit.

smoke blew through her lips as she rocked on the stoop.

chills and goosebumps when it wasn't even cold, each time the minute hand hadn't moved.

wait. fiddle. type, erase. wait, pace...wait.
the anxiety filling up like water in a tub that's been forgotten, only to get everything wet and ruined.

She dodged a bullet last night, straight to the heart, not because she didn't want to die;
but because she wanted to give what was left in her to him.

"say it once, just ask. i'd drop it all for you."
she said to herself

"say it twice, just so i feel the reassurance of you, then we'll disappear. That's what we want right? to disappear? And read, and drink, and paint each other with the muds and sands of the earth around us".

"When we're alone, we'll call them to us and then we'll be surrounded by the same love that i can give to you, now that i've dodged this bullet."

I'll close your eyes, and then close mine.

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limbo

we're hardly neck and neck for the difficulty that this presses
we're hardly neck and neck.

i been here all day with my awkward belly and my constant paces.
is he there?
i heard a car door.

knock knock?

knock knock!

no.

it's the cable guys
i plead voluntary simplicity.
they most likely think me crazy
and i'm close.

i am in limbo
as looming thoughts press my chest
i grow more agitated and restless.

slam?

slam!

"45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50,..."

nope.

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Wednesday, January 6, 2010

latest in the works:

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irrational fears

old binder backing, acrylic paints, bent staples,
cue cards and an old sock.
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Randoms from DA Gallery

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For more art click --> Sardu@DeviantArt --> check out my faves too, there are so many great artists in this world!!



gotta watch my back

so, this is my "i do art, don't steal my art" statement.

basically:

"I am a traditional multi-media artist. I generally work with acrylics, polymers, markers and water colours, and pencils. I try to re-use/recycle cardboard, old socks, containers, etc. into my works, as i am an environmental studies major and i believe it is important to incorporate environmental stewardship into everything i can. I am available to do commissions and will sell prints upon request. Feel free to drop me a line about anything - and i hope you enjoy! Oh, by the way; all art posted and displayed here [unless otherwise credited] are works belonging to Shannon Gorman (Sardü), all are protected by the CC copywrite: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0 - so please be respectful :) thank you."


Intro

My name is Shannon. It's taken me a long time to appreciate that. I've hated my name, never relating to any other Shannon i've ever known, my grandmother and my godmother (who are very interesting women) had much more interesting names, like Bridget and Frances, and i was so much more interesting than this name; clearly i was not meant to be a Shannon. I've nicknamed myself all sorts of variations of Shannon, eventually i just went by a nickname based off of my grandma's name, also my middle name, Frankie.
For sometime now i've been doing art under a pen name; Sardu. I validated this through my fairly recent discovery of 50% of my heritage, found in meeting my father a few years back and mixing his last name with the name of the country my previously unknown ancestors come from. In the last four years in fact (including meeting my father), i've had some monumental happenings, devastations, road blocks, growth spurts, and bridges burned. I have tried to be a bird in the wind, taking everything as it came, not blaming the universe, seeing humility in seeing myself, not trying to force situations, etc. Aside from some evenings at a pub and some long walks, i've generally kept all of this bottled in for four years. If it ever spilled out, i promptly stuffed it back in and refused to deal with it. This is unlike the bird in the wind. Throughout 2009, somehow i had obtained even more emotional and mental baggage. Still not really dealing with it appropriately, i continued to go forward, not taking time for myself. So- for some time now, i've not been myself.

Which got me asking, about this self. Who was this person I'd become? Was the old me still in there? Was the old me, the real me? I had so many questions...

Eventually i realized, that i had to start from square one. I had to get to know myself. And how do you go about that? The same way you would get know anyone, you greet them, and ask them their name.

I surprised myself by choosing Shannon. It means little owl.

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