Friday, March 5, 2010

Burning Candle


Burning Candle
March 5, 2010

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This drawing turned into a burning candle because that’s what I felt like when I was making it.


3.5.2010 #2
3.5.2010 #1 (journal excerpt)


12 comments:

Conrad DiDiodato said...

A poet's wide-eyed dream.

ALeks said...

Fire Spirit on its way home.Reminded me of my childhood again when we were so poor that we could not afford candles so we were making our own little fire spirits,out of pork fat and old pieces of clothes which mama would cut in tiny stripes and dip it in the round metal boxes from the shoe polish.Beautiful drawing,I see you are doing it on the sketchbook,how nice.

William Michaelian said...

Conrad: yes, that some of the candle yet remains.

Aleksandra, thanks for this beautiful story from your childhood. People are united the world over by moments like these.

The sketchbook — yes, I bought it recently along with a few different pencils. Maybe I will learn to use them.

Caio Fernandes said...

i am sorry Willian ... your draing is really good , but Aleksandra's story is fantastic :)
i can just think about this now .

KISSES ALEKSANDRA !! i adore you !!

William Michaelian said...

Be careful, Caio — if you keep blowing kisses you’ll put out my candle!

But you’re right, Aleksandra is full of good stories, and she has told many of them here in her comments. She’s a dear, very talented friend.

RUDHI - Chance said...

I BECOME A MOTH, William; ah and little dark shadows and middle tones for left over lights would make it more alive, if I may say...

Elisabeth said...

Candles and kisses and melting wax: things can get exciting on your blog, William, especially as we scroll through the comments from a few of your loyal followers and friends. I bask in the warmth of it.

William Michaelian said...

Yes, Rudhi, you may say. My “method” consists of one accident leading to another. So the next drawing will probably have a shadow that it doesn’t need, and the smoke from this candle! Thanks for fluttering by....

Elisabeth, you’re right — I do live a strange life. But I have plenty of help, and that makes it all worthwhile. I’m glad you’re part of it.

ALeks said...

Wow,this is nice,Im getting warm and that all over the candle light!Of course I know another story,if anyone wants to listen,(no,please,stop) about the most beautiful,old fashioned radio program from Holland,called The Candle Light, with the most gorgeous music,of course old fashioned and with deep,beautiful baritone voice of the DJ.Back than I staid awake just to be able listening to it! Sadly it disappeared along with other sweet, good,old fashioned things from my life,thats why I am happy to know a little part of your wonderful world William,together with your friends and your methods.
Last night I made some photos of the moon,thinking on Old Grandpa Moon and staid awake till the sunrise,I met a few new little friends ,they were singing for me! Good day to you all!
Aleksandra

William Michaelian said...

The Candle Light program must have been on very late at night — the best time for radio, almost like receiving messages from another planet.... and a good time for you, too, a real night owl! It sounds like you picked Old Grandpa Moon with your camera like a fine, ripe plum....

Noxalio said...

Candle Light and I

neither of pure wax
nor with thick wick;
pilot while asleep—

shadow-dance
in amber light;

somewhat cautious
and anxiously flicker—
ablate overnight.

William Michaelian said...

Ah. A fine addition. Thanks, Noxy.