Longing to escape.

Longing to escape (1)

A close up of Longing to escape (1)

This is the third installment to my concentrations. I have another version yet to do of this one.

This is a close up of the picture below with the threshold setting on it.

This is the full picture of Fascination of the Abomination (2)

Fascination of the Abomination (1)

This is the only piece of my concentration I've completed so far.

Concentration Theme

I am creating my AP art projects based on a quote from Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. The quote reads as follows: "The fascination of the abomination--you know you imagine the growing regrets, the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender, the hate." This quote is build around the stages of addiction. I plan on making two handmade watercolor paintings for each of the comma-ed off sections. Two for "The fascination of the abomination", two for "the growing regrets", two for "the longing to escape", two for "the powerless disgust", two for "the surrender", and two for "the hate". This results in my 12 peices for my concentration. I have 6 of them sketched out with 2 of the 6 painted. The first complete painting will be up shortly.

-Robbie

The Chronicles of Getting it out.

So this one time, Nelson and I were in Canada at this Gas Station. It was the Safeway Gas Station so we were bound to see some action. After pulling Laura out of the van we went inside to explore. Laura was protesting this trip to Safeway ever since we got into Canada. Nelson jumped in front of the automatic doors and did a jig to make it open. The three of us confidently walked inside and went immediatly to the bargin section. To Nelson, this seemed the most logical place to visit for some stories to tell. After browsing for rolls of toilet paper for Laura, I thought I was hearing voices in my head. They were saying, "Got to get it out..." followed by a frustrated mumble. I thought I was going crazy up until Nelson asked if we heard the voice too. I was relieved to hear this and Laura suggested we investigate. We went down the adjacent isle and were soon face to face with a real live hobo...

To be continued.



Part Two

Nelson and I froze. Laura backed away slowly into a wall of half priced cereal. The hobo shot a glance at us then returned to his rythmic grumbling. He began to wander down the isle occasionally stopping to shake his right leg vigorously. I whispered "Jackpot" to Nelson and the three of us followed the hobo with caution. We stayed in the shadows of the soup isle to avoid distracting the hobo from his task. He suddenly stopped and sniffed the air around him. He apparently knew something was up and quickly darted around a corner into the frozen foods. Our trio picked up the pace as to not lose this mysterious and interesting character. He ducked and dodged but we were able to keep up with him because of his sporadic leg shaking. Suddenly he halted with a satisfied look on his face. Laura pointed out that he had stopped mumbling and shaking his leg. The hobo looked around conspicuously and fled the scene.


To be continued...


All three of us were out of breath and too enchanted to move. Nelson looked at me. I looked at Nelson. Laura was looking at the floor. She began to move foreward towards the object of her interest. Nelson and I followed her with our eyes. Laura leaned over and was inspecting a little brown ball, all that was left of the aluring hobo. She picked it up and gave it a quick sniff. Suddenly Laura jumped up with a fright and ran out of the Safeway and hopped into the van. Nelson and I circled around the tiny ball. Nelson was convinced that it was chocolate because Laura had said earlier that day she hated chocolate. Especially dark chocolate. I was still curious as to why a hobo would have chocolate in the first place. Nelson rapidly snatched up the ball and ran out of the store laughing that he would enjoy all of the chocolate by his lonesome. I followed him mostly out of curiosity and there was still a slight chance that it was in fact chocolate. By the time I caught up with Nelson he was crying in an alley next to Safeway. The brown ball seeming smaller than before was on the opposing side of the backstreet. Nelson was moaning with disgust of the tiny abomination. It seemed to be looking at me. With its meanicing roundness, and dark texture. To keep the eyes so long on one thing was too much for human patience. I picked up Nelson and carried him out of that accursed alley. I don't know to this day as to what it was that created such fear and anguish. All I know is that he got it out.


FIn.