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Working on the buildings to be used in Scene V.  It seems the architecture in the bible often refers to buildings in nearly perfect measurements.  It was odd to find that many of today’s renowned buildings are made in very similar measurements, often similar to one another.

The Most Commonly Know Structure of Vatican City

The Papal Basilica of Saint Peter (Latin: Basilica Sancti Petri), officially known in Italian as Basilica Papale di San Pietro in Vaticano and commonly known as Saint Peter’s Basilica, is a Late Renaissance church located within the Vatican City. Saint Peter’s Basilica has the largest interior of any Christian church in the world. While it is neither the official mother church of the Roman Catholic Church nor the cathedral of the Pope as Bishop of Rome, Saint Peter’s is regarded as one of the holiest Catholic sites. It has been described as “holding a unique position in the Christian world” and as “the greatest of all churches of Christendom”.

In Roman Catholic tradition, the basilica is the burial site of its namesake Saint Peter, who was one of the twelve apostles of Jesus and, according to tradition, the first Bishop of Rome and therefore first in the line of the papal succession. Tradition and some historical evidence hold that Saint Peter’s tombis directly below the altar of the basilica. For this reason, many Popes have been interred at St. Peter’s since the Early Christian period. There has been a church on this site since the 4th century. Construction of the present basilica, over the old Constantinian basilica, began on 18 April 1506 and was completed on 18 November 1626.

St. Peter’s is famous as a place of pilgrimage, for its liturgical functions and for its historical associations. It is associated with the papacy, with the Counter-reformation and with numerous artists, most significantly Michelangelo. As a work of architecture, it is regarded as the greatest building of its age. Contrary to popular misconception, Saint Peter’s is not a cathedral, as it is not the seat of a bishop. It is properly termed a papal basilica. The Archbasilica of St. John Lateran is the cathedral church of Rome.

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The official mother church of the Roman Catholic Church

The Papal Archbasilica of St. John Lateran (Italian: Arcibasilica Papale di San Giovanni in Laterano), commonly known as St. John Lateran’s Archbasilica and St. John Lateran’s Basilica, is the cathedral church of the Diocese of Rome and the official ecclesiastical seat of the Bishop of Rome, who is the Pope. The official name, in Latin, is Archibasilica Sanctissimi Salvatoris et Sanctorum Iohannes Baptista et Evangelista in Laterano, which translates in English as Archbasilica of the Most Holy Saviour and Ss. John the Baptist and the Evangelist at the Lateran, and in Italian as Arcibasilica del Santissimo Salvatore e Santi Giovanni Battista ed Evangelista in Laterano.

It is the oldest and ranks first among the four Papal Basilicas or major basilicas of Rome (having the cathedra of the Bishop of Rome). It claims the title of ecumenical mother church among Roman Catholics. The current archpriest of St. John Lateran is Agostino Vallini, Cardinal Vicar General for the Diocese of Rome. The President of the French Republic, currently Nicolas Sarkozy, is ex officio the “first and only honorary canon” of the basilica, a title inherited from the Kings of France, who have held it since Henry IV of France.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basilica_of_St._John_Lateran

MEASUREMENTS:

  • Cost of construction of the basilica = 46,800,052ducats[44]
  • Geographic orientation = chancel west, nave east
  • Capacity = 60,000 +[citation needed]
  • Total length = 730 feet (220 m)
  • Total width = 500 feet (150 m)
  • Interior length incl. vestibule = 693.8 feet (211.5 m),[4]more than 1/8 mile.
  • Length of the transepts in interior = 451 feet (137 m)[4]
  • Width of nave = 90.2 feet (27.5 m)[4]
  • Width at the tribune = 78.7 feet (24.0 m)[4]
  • Internal width at transepts = 451 feet (137 m)[4]
  • Internal height of nave = 151.5 feet (46.2 m) high[4]
  • Total area = 227,070 square feet (21,095 m2), more than 5 acres (20,000 m2).
  • Internal area = 163,182.2 square feet (3.75 acres; 15,160.12 m2)[4]
  • Height from pavement to top of cross = 452 feet (138 m)
  • Façade = 167 feet (51 m) high by 375 feet (114 m) wide
  • Vestibule = 232.9 feet (71.0 m) feet wide, 44.2 feet (13.5 m) deep, and 91.8 feet (28.0 m) high[4]
  • The internal columns and pilasters = 92 feet (28 m) tall
  • The circumference of the central piers = 240 feet (73 m)
  • Outer diameter of dome = 137.7 feet (42.0 m)[4]
  • The drum of the dome = 630 feet (190 m) in circumference and 65.6 feet (20.0 m) high, rising to 240 feet (73 m) from the ground
  • The lantern = 63 feet (19 m) high
  • The ball and cross = 8 and 16 feet (2.4 and 4.9 m), respectively
  • St. Peter’s Square = 1,115 feet (340 m) long, 787.3 feet (240.0 m) wide[4]
  • Each arm of the colonnade = 306 feet (93 m) long, and 64 feet (20 m) high
  • The colonnades have 248 columns, 88 pilasters, and 140 statues[4]
  • Obelisk = 83.6 feet (25.5 m). Total height with base and cross, 132 feet (40 m).
  • Weight of obelisk = 360.2 short tons (326,800 kg; 720,400 lb)[4]

Length 140 metres (460 ft)

Width 140 metres (460 ft

Width 65 metres (213 ft)

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07/12/1998 Awake!

Dreams

This blog is copied from The Journal of Dreams. One of seven journals to be published after the painting’s release. The Journal of Dreams begins in July 1998 after awakening from deep sleep July 13Th, 1998 and realizing night was filled with dreams of The Revelation Painting.

July 12Th, 1998

Today is my mother, Mary Ann’s birthday. She seemed somewhat sad earlier on the telephone talking about a project she was working on and asked for my help.  I obliged knowing it would be a futile effort this time as it had been for the past 10 years. She had been tied up working feverishly on Spindletop, Texas and her belief our family was the original owner of that land. Although we had been down the road to Spindletop many times in the past, I felt obligated to help her, to give her hope in her desolate life deep in the West Virginia mountains.

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404534_240963542652742_1727090926_nShe is a very skillful, self-taught painter but has lost her desire to paint in the past years becoming consumed by isolation and depression. I remembered her telling me once that when my youngest sister left home, she would have no reason to continue life. My sister had moved out some time before. When my mother said that, I gazed deeply into her blue eyes for any sign of untruth and it was not there. She was telling me that she would die of loneliness whether from a broken heart or suicide, it was clear that she was serious.

Whether the Spindletop endeavor was a delusion or not, Mary Ann was my mother and not only did I know what she meant by stating she would have no reason to continue life, I knew that making Spindletop would create a kind of child in the house she so longed for and it would ultimately save her life. Nearly everyday I called her and talked about Spindletop and the information I had found in the libraries, Internet, and other sources. I kept her busy and that kept her alive.

There were three things that would fire up passion in my mother; Spindletop, talking about her paintings, and asking her to relive the story of her death when she was twelve years old. We had talked about Spindletop for months, then months became years, and for some reason, perhaps because it was her birthday, today the topic was shifted to “the story” of her death at twelve. Although I had heard the story many times growing up, each time it was retold and relived was like the first time.

This is the seed of The Revelation Painting and I am convinced of that beyond any doubt. When Mary Ann told the story of her death in such artistic detail and emotion it was like I had been beside her and saw every detail. I asked my mother to tell me the story and she eagerly agreed. Her voice softened as she began to remember, like the humble and respect of being given another chance at life. Her voice was as it had been when I was a child and she was about to tell me something about life that demanded full attention. She began to speak.

“It happened when I was twelve years old. I was laying beside my mom in the bed when all the sudden I felt like I couldn’t breathe. No air would move in or out, I was suffocating! I tried to move and I couldn’t, I tried to yell out to my mother and I couldn’t. I was going to die and I knew it. I was afraid and began to panic. My heart was pounding, my eyes were wide open and just when I thought I could not take it anymore a feeling of calm came over me. My eyes closed and I didn’t have to breathe any longer.

The room became bright. I sat up and I looked for the source of the light to find shiny, golden stairs at the foot of the bed, illuminated and so clean. The stairs were long, so long that I couldn’t see the top of them. Something made me go to them, I had to see where they went and I knew I was supposed to walk up them. Upon stepping on them and walking up it was like I didn’t have to try, almost like floating. My feet touched them but I didn’t breathe hard, I don’t think I had to breathe anymore.

When I got to the top, there was a man dressed all in white standing before a beautiful pearl gate. His skin was golden. Not a white man, not a black man but something between like golden brown. He had piercing green eyes but his face was friendly, I knew he would not hurt me, he glowed of love and peace. The gate was closed but I could see through. The floor was shiny like glass and the glare of the shine was so brilliant I could not see if it was translucent or any color, it was just so shiny clean like the glare on glass.

All of the sudden the man said: “Where have you been?” in a startling voice! I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what he meant, I hadn’t been anywhere. I didn’t answer, he opened the gate and said in a hurried voice: “Hurry up, he’s been waiting for you!” I felt as though I had to hurry and stepped through the gate. He said: “You shouldn’t keep him waiting.” I remember thinking: “Who?”, but then my attention was drawn to so many people to my right side dressed all in white. A feeling of love, warmth and happiness overwhelmed me.

I tried to see their faces and although I knew them, I couldn’t see their faces. I knew that they loved me and were happy to see me. Hundreds of people and I could feel their love. I don’t know how long I stood there when the man said: “Come this way, he is waiting.” We walked to a door which I was compelled to push open and when I did, the brightest light I had ever seen nearly blinded me. I knew that if I wasn’t supposed to be there the light would have blinded me and I wasn’t afraid.

There was a man…something like a man I think. The light was so bright I was unable to make him out. His face was so bright it was impossible to see his eyes, or nose or mouth. Suddenly he began to speak and it was like thunder! I still was not scared though. His voice spoke every language at the same time but I was able to hear my language. It sounded like a creek flowing, like bubbles on the rocks…ploop, plop, doop, doop. He said: “Where have you been, I have been waiting for you?”

I told him I was with my family, my mother and he said it was my time now, I had to come with him. Feeling afraid I told him I wanted to go back to my mother and he said I had been bad. It was time for me to come with him. I tried to think how I had been bad and couldn’t think of what I had done but somehow know I had done something. I started to cry and pleaded with him to let me go back to my family. He said: “I will let you go but remember I will come for you like a thief in the night, you will not know when!”

He continued to say not to tell anyone about this until I was 18 years old. He said: “You will have three chances.” I started to ask what he meant by “three chances” and his voice became very loud and he said: “Run, run now before I change my mind!” All I thought was to run and run fast! As I was running through the door he said: “You will have three chances” and started to laugh. I continued to run through the door, past all the people and down the stairs back to the bed lying beside my mother and I didn’t tell anyone what happened.

When I try to remember back to what happened after I made it back to the bed I can’t remember anything. You are the first I told about it and I was much older than 18 before I told the story. When you were a baby and I looked in your eyes, I knew you were different. Your eyes scared me, but I don’t know why, like a bottomless pit. I don’t know what the dream meant but I know that you are different and you always have been. I knew it since the day you were born and I looked at your eyes.”

In West Virginia millions of stars light the sky at night. Within them lives imagination and something comforting. Oddly enough Mary Ann lives where a creek babbles the words only she can hear. She doesn’t talk about what she hears at night in those dark, dark mountains of West Virginia where the absolute sounds of silence are often times as loud as thunder and the thunder drowns out the sounds of life and the living. Sometimes when I visit, in the middle of the night she says: “Let’s go outside and lay on the picnic table and look at the stars.”

Mary Ann is changing, or maybe she changed long ago. When a child leaves home for a time and returns everything is different. I never realized that during star-gazing with my mother there are voices within a creek flowing less than 20 feet away. West Virginia is known as “almost heaven” oddly enough. I can’t say that I have ever heard the voice of God talking to me in all languages through the bubbling and babbling crystal clear waters or that I ever realized it was just us three; Mary Ann, me and God.

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Little do I know why my mother fears my eyes, it is disturbing. Her cracking voice of memory tells me that the fear of God she has within her is tied to the piercing, green eyes of the gatekeeper at the top of the stairs the day she almost lost her life.  It makes perfect sense to me. I have a feeling my eyes remind her of him and she struggles with mixed emotions of fear and love. Somewhere along the line I realized that I am one of the three chances she was offered in lieu of life, and that this painting is what she molded me my entire life for through the story of heaven and God, art and imagination.

Could it be that my mother was spared to become the messenger and her destiny was changed for the greater good of the world?  Everyone ponders existence, especially their own and when trying to see what my mother’s existence was for, I see The Revelation Painting.  When I ponder my own existence, I see the massive painting, and feel the warmth of light and energy, and know that I am one of the “three chances”.  Although still unsure of the three chances and what it truly means, I am sure that I am a valuable part of it.  There are five children, 3 sisters and 1 brother.  Three of us were born one year apart, the others some time later.  Could it be that the 3 born a year apart are the chances?  Time will tell.

July 13Th, 1998  …to be continued…

Addendum:  Mary Ann died in 2006.  She walked the stairs and once again met the Gatekeeper and this time she did not come back.

Secret #2

Making of The Black Horse and His Eye

In the beginning of the making of the Black Horse the difficulty was nearly so much that I felt I would give up at any time.  There are 40 horses overlapped, one upon the other in search of the horse in my mind, within my imagination.  I have learned that the 40 horses are those of battle, my battle in learning to paint a horse.  Even now as he nears completion, he is not the original horse in my mind, the one turned more toward the viewer with flared nostrils filled with morning dew breathing the crisp fog when hot energetic air meets the cooled air of the morning.  The difficulty is mainly in my deficit regarding painting a horse. As an “artist” I find myself unprepared although I have imprinted images of some of the most magnificent horses in the world within my own mind.  One day the virtual world will bring what is in the mind to canvas but until that day it is the hand which projects what rest within the mind’s eye.

You have heard me rant about time being the enemy which is an obsession of mine but in this case, time helped me to see the error of my ways.  In the moments of time, while I looked relentlessly at the horse, I began to see that not only is he a main focal point of the entire painting, but also that his eye was placed awkwardly and anatomically wrong in the painting.   Oddly enough over the years, no one else had noticed it either, or if they did they did not dare speak of it.  Artist respect may have played a significant role in no one mentioning what they saw or prehaps didn’t see at all.  As many photos and live horses I had looked at, somehow I did not see it either.  There was a specific plan for that eye for that past couple of years and that could have easily pulled my attention away from it until the day I finally brought to life the image of the secret I had planned.  As Mona Lisa is known from being DaVinci in feminine form, the eye is mine.

THE REVELATION JOURNALS I-VII

THE REVELATION JOURNALS I-VII

November 4, 2009

©PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY AND THIS IS COPYRIGHTED INFORMATION. USE OF THIS INFORMATION IN REPRODUCTION or ANY OTHER MANNER CONSTITUTES COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT AND IS A CRIME PUNISHABLE BY LAW. MATERIAL USED FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES HAS BEEN LINKED TO THE WEBSITES OF THEIR VARIOUS OWNERS AND COPYRIGHTS REMAIN LINKED TO THOSE OWNERS AS WELL. IF YOU ARE THE OWNER OF ANY MATERIAL ON THIS SITE AND WOULD LIKE YOUR MATERIAL REMOVED, PLEASE CONTACT THE AUTHOR. NOTE THAT YOUR LINK TRAFFIC MAY/MAY NOT INCREASE AS A RESULT OF THESE EFFORTS AND THAT AN HONEST EFFORT TOWARD ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF THE MATERIAL USED HAS BEEN EXHAUSTED. THANK YOU IN ADVANCE FOR THE USE OF MATERIAL USED IN ORDER TO EDUCATE PERSONS WORLD-WIDE.©

These are the journals associated in part with The Revelation Painting.

The blogs are rough drafts of sections of the journals which will be published after the painting is released (projected release dates for the journals: 12/2013-2015). I have chosen to publish these blogs and not keep them private as it will give the audience an opportunity to learn and grow with The Revelation Painting in this last year which I term: The Finale’.

The blogs are in no particular order visible to you but they are being separated into their respective journals behind the scenes. These journals hold several mysteries unveiled in The Book of Revelation from the bible which have been missed throughout history and once revealed will change history as we know it. So you are reading history in the making!

The Revelation Painting is created for the people of the globe and for the past eleven years, people have participated in its creation. The overall endeavor is to create visual peace in these times of turmoil throughout the world. It is an opportunity to focus on something beautiful and designed to place the viewer in awe. Please see the blog about the painting at:www.therevelationpainting.wordpress.com

The Journals included with this painting are as follows:

Journal I The Journal of Dreams

This journal summarizes where and how the painting originated, the initial attempts at its creation, essentially the beginning of the work through its completion. Background on the artist, past experiences, current experiences and thoughts, ideas and feelings while working on this masterpiece are captured within the pages of the journal. It contains rare insight into an artist mind while working on a masterpiece!

Journal II The Journal of Visions

Exploring imagination and visually preparing for this huge project, the journal recalls where the vision arose and how it developed throughout the twelve total years required to complete The Revelation Painting. It explores the artist views and personal battles with religion, God, the “calling” as a messenger to complete this massive religious painting.

Journal III Journal of Measures

The Journal of Measures covers not only the grids and precise measurement required for a 12 foot by 40 foot creation, but the numbers and coincidences found throughout the twelve years required to complete the painting. Small sketched works were required to become at times “larger than life”. The journal is in graph form to help facilitate readability and understanding of the creative and sometimes scientific processes required to manually enlarge drawings without the aid of electronics or other artificial means.

Journal IV Journal of Sketches

Preliminary thoughts are sketched and worked through in order to create the perfect scene, exactly how the artist conceptualized the painting upon completion. Starting often times as merely stick images, working through to the completed characters or scenes. The journal also includes required experimentation to create a painting which would be durable enough to withstand the test of time, e.g., the effects of the raw mineral sulfur and its acidic effects on cloth canvas.

Journal V The Stones

In depth coverage regarding the stones of the twelve foundations noted in The New City are covered in this journal. Geological, metaphysical, spiritual and origins are also covered. Stories about global participation in obtaining the stones are also covered. Tools, lacquer, and very significant mystery of Revelation is disclosed in this journal.

Journal VI Truth-The Hemorrhage of Pigs!

The artist reveals the profound change made in the painting in 2009 and how it occurred. Where religion became political and how it forced the artist to find a way to make the painting stay in its original religious state, yet in moments change into a political piece revealing corruption and essentially crimes against humanity! This is the climax behind the story of The Revelation Painting which will shock and astound followers of the series when it is realized that there has been a battle of good and evil within the painting the entire time! The painting bleeds-a hemorrhage and returns to its normal state right in front of your eyes!

Journal VII Journal of Acknowledgement

This is the journal where all participants globally are acknowledged for their participation in the project and completion of The Revelation Painting. A one page advertising area is offered (text only, no photography), to advertise business, make a statement to the world, or anything the author wishes. Contributions can range from a comment, marketing, to sponsorship or obtaining materials. Everyone is acknowledged, some to the point of limited ownership of a random section of the painting!

The journal titles are written in english and subtitles of the journals as well as subtitles of the scenes of the painting are written in random languages. The journals will be designed appropriately and with the highest hand quality a painting such as The Revelation Painting deserves and designed to last more than a lifetime.

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Side Note:  HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!

The Journal of Dreams 03/16/2010

The Revelation Painting

www.therevelationpainting.com

INTRODUCTION:

THE REVELATION PAINTING

La Pittura di Rivelazione

Overview: 12 feet tall x 40 feet long utilizing thirty 48″ X 48″ canvases. Twenty canvases are gallery wrapped, highest quality to withstand the test of time, six are custom birch wood, with holes drilled of various sizes and fully functioning doors on the backs. Four canvases are custom birch wood in order to carry the weight of over $140,000.00 of crushed precious and semi precious gemstones. The pearl gates are made from crushed Akoya, Japanese saltwater pearls! The painting incorporates thousands and thousands of dollars worth of highest quality Golden and Liquitex acrylic paints, 24K gold flake and leaf, and complete fiber optics set ups which illuminate God in a way never seen before in fine art. Customized sections of the painting give it the ability to move and bleed (Truth-The Hemorrhage of Pigs!), then returning to its natural state.

The painting initially appears as a religious painting alone, the final book of the bible, Revelation with seven magnificent scenes and sub-scenes labeled in various languages, yet underlying there is another painting of politics and corruption. Within the painting is the ancient and ongoing battle of good v.s evil, mysteries and messages embedded within the artwork which are not readily visible. The making of this painting has spanned nearly 16 years and is estimated to be released 2014-2015. Upon the painting’s release, a stunning revelation will be revealed which ties this painting to current world events which was not discovered until 09/2009. Two other unknown mysteries of Revelation were also uncovered while creating this painting and have been missed throughout history! Please see the blogs for more detailed information about the making of this historical work of art created by one artist, and the photos as they are updated.

Upon the release of The Revelation Painting seven journals will also be released within 2015-2016 which give an unusual first hand look inside the mind of an artist while visualizing and detailing each scene revealing the trials and tribulations of aspects required to make the painting. The Journal of Measures (and Numbers) details not only the transition of moving an idea to giant size, it also covers odd events regarding numbers associated with the painting. The Journal of Sketches reveals artwork from the conceptual stages and beyond. The stones used in the painting are discussed in a journal named: The Stones, and Truth-The Hemorrhage of Pigs! talks about the section of the painting which bleeds.

Within The Journal of Acknowledgement participants are given an opportunity to express information to the world! World-wide exposure to the arts in many regions dealing personally to obtain supplies for this historical painting. My endeavor is to help bring knowledge around the globe of not only the beauty of arts all over the world but to help people understand that profound inspiration exist in a world not so far from their own! My first stop…Africa!  With global participation in The Revelation Painting for the past twelve years there has been silent participation from all over the globe to complete this work of fine art; what I consider to be a “global effort”. The ultimate endeavor is to bring a sense of unity through visual peace by bringing to light the beauty of natural resources, therefore the people of that region or area. Mysteries of Revelation which have pulled at the threads of many genius human beings are revealed within the painting as well.

Seven journals will accompany this massive work of art. Nothing like this has ever been done in art or the history of mankind! My Creative Influences & Favorite Artists, The Philosophy of the Revelation Painting: Philosophy is the study of general and fundamental problems concerning matters such as existence, knowledge, values, reason, mind, and language distinguished from other ways of addressing fundamental questions (such as mysticism, myth, or the arts) by its critical, generally systematic approach and its reliance on rational argument. The word “Philosophy” comes from the Greek φιλοσοφία [philosophia], which literally means “love of wisdom”.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PhilosophyAs noted in the definition of philosophy: A simple and profound question to ask yourself is simply, why am I here? The Revelation Painting helps to bring to light an answer to that question by subjecting the viewer to a combination of factors that overlap in the world we live in. In order to see why we are here, we have to see the world around us. There is a significant difference in “seeing” and understanding, it is a global effect. We can look at every single detail but miss the entire forest because of the trees. To understand, for example how the forest survives, you must understand the delicate balance of life but you cannot think that you understand if you do not see the “big” picture, otherwise it is no less than walking around blind with 20/20 vision!

How the problems in the philosophy are addressed throughout The Revelation Painting is approached through certainly what would be termed an unconventional route. Artist throughout history have used their talent to help their audience see life through a perspective very different from what they are accustom. People are attracted to the different view of the world gazing through the artist’s eyes mainly because it is an escape from the world they are used to or literally trapped within. The world of imagination can take anyone as far as they would like to go whether it is by their own hand, or that of an artist. Often times an artist’ endeavor is to connect with the viewer.

Difficulty arises through expression whether it be an idea, placing a shadow correctly within a work of art, or most often bringing an idea to reality. Historically the renowned artists are those who were able to achieve a connection with people through their art and master the difficulties associated, hence the “Masters”. The Revelation Painting’s effort to master difficulties of projecting ideas to vision and within the painting is a core network projecting the delicate balance of life in an unconventional manner. The blogs, journals and information associated with the painting was designed to help the viewer understand the complexity of the unseen network within the forest of this massive painting.

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The Journal of Dreams 03/15/2010

Pigment (Green) Tool of the Painting (Chlorophyll)

Making pigment is often times a difficult task.  In drying berries and other live things, it is important to slowly dry them to preserve the color.  Grass makes for a brilliant green-yellow pigment and the reason for that is its Chlorophyll which is a magnificent component of plants in the way it interacts with light to create energy…the energy for life.  The green color of Chlorophyll stains (like the Tide detergent commercial where kids have grass stains on their knees), and is very difficult, if not impossible to remove.  This is a good thing for the making of pigment.

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Due to the staining properties and my abode being rented, I opted the purchasing of concentrated Chlorophyll in an easy to disperse dropper bottle.  I preferred the type not distilled by alcohol as that might effect the longevity or viability of the painting.  After much research, I chose a product called Chloro-Oxygen.  Remarkably enough this product can also be taken in water to provide healthy nutrients for the human body, just as plants!  My personal goal is to drink a glass every time I use it to create pigment.

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So, in order to capture the “pure” green and vibrant color of natural Chlorophyll, I drip one drop at a time into a small amount of clear acrylic polymer to produce light through dark green hues.  The resulting color is more vibrant that the expensive Golden colors I mainly use for the painting.  After I create the color, I slowly mix in a color, depending on what I want to achieve, such as a yellow or blue, or even white.  It is very exciting to watch what is essentially a mystery unfold.  There are times, of course where I am disappointed and those colors I turn into browns.

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Chlorophyll (also chlorophyl) is a green pigment found in almost all plants, algae, and cyanobacteria. Its name is derived from the Greek words χλωρος, chloros (“green”) and φύλλον, phyllon (“leaf”). Chlorophyll is an extremely important biomolecule, critical in photosynthesis, which allows plants to obtain energy from light. Chlorophyll absorbs light most strongly in the blue portion of the electromagnetic spectrum, followed by the red portion. However, it is a poor absorber of green and near-green portions of the spectrum, hence the green color of chlorophyll-containing tissues. Chlorophyll was first isolated by Joseph Bienaimé Caventou and Pierre Joseph Pelletier in 1817.

Chlorophyll is vital for photosynthesis, which allows plants to obtain energy from light.  Chlorophyll molecules are specifically arranged in and around photosystems that are embedded in the thylakoid membranes of chloroplasts. In these complexes, chlorophyll serves two primary functions. The function of the vast majority of chlorophyll (up to several hundred molecules per photosystem) is to absorb light and transfer that light energy by resonance energy transfer to a specific chlorophyll pair in the reaction center of the photosystems.

The two currently accepted photosystem units are Photosystem II and Photosystem I, which have their own distinct reaction center chlorophylls, named P680 and P700, respectively. These pigments are named after the wavelength (in nanometers) of their red-peak absorption maximum. The identity, function and spectral properties of the types of chlorophyll in each photosystem are distinct and determined by each other and the protein structure surrounding them. Once extracted from the protein into a solvent (such as acetone ormethanol), these chlorophyll pigments can be separated in a simple paper chromatography experiment and, based on the number of polar groups between chlorophyll a and chlorophyll b, will chemically separate out on the paper.

Chlorophyll is registered as a food additive (colorant), and its E number is E140. Chefs use chlorophyll to color a variety of foods and beverages green, such as pasta and absinthe. Chlorophyll is not soluble in water, and it is first mixed with a small quantity of vegetable oil to obtain the desired solution. Extracted liquid chlorophyll was considered to be unstable and always denatured until 1997, when Frank S. & Lisa Sagliano used freeze-drying of liquid chlorophyll at the University of Florida and stabilized it as a powder, preserving it for future use.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chlorophyll

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The Journal of Dreams 03/14/2010

RED and the Hummingbird

It is an odd thing, life.  Never had I liked the color red much in my younger years, it was not until my older years that red best suited my need for various expression.  In The Revelation Painting, it has grown into the passion and life’s blood of the painting itself.  I found a wealth of information regarding color and the effects it has on our psychological understanding, or feelings and the impact it has that often times we are unaware of.

In researching red in business matters, I wanted to see why the Hummingbird was attracted to the red color.  I found that it is because the color shades they can see are green and red. And since most of their surroundings are green (trees) the red stands out to them.  Then I thought about business, people in general and know that often times people are overwhelmed by life and their minds mute their environment making the red attractive.

When a person is attracted to the seductive red color, maybe they cannot see the dangers or “the big picture” because the red dominates their passion and desires.  When this happens, a psychological happiness occurs and the person is left vulnerable…under the spell of red.  Walking around in a world hypnotized under a seductive “spell” could prove less than favorable and against the very grain of existence.  Remember business is a predator, it wants you!

Color Meanings in Business

 Understanding color meanings in business is essential when you are establishing a business profile. Color psychology affects our lives in so many ways, yet we often don’t realize the impact of our color choices on our website colors, on our stationery and packaging, in our retail store or office, in our marketing or our business clothing. Color has a powerful subconscious effect on every part of our lives, without even saying a word; an understanding of color meanings in business gives us an invaluable tool to get the best response to our marketing and promotional efforts and ultimately to create a successful business.

In applying the information about color meanings in business to enhance your own business profile and marketing, don’t use any color entirely on its own; it is always best to use a complementary color with your main choice as over-use of any one color can negate its effect and in fact have the opposite effect.

There is almost always more than one option of color combinations to assist your business, so you don’t have to choose any color that you do not like or resonate to. Or you may use the disliked color in a very small amount to get the response you want from your customer. For example, you may use just a very small amount of red to indicate your passion or energy for your business or as a call to action button on your website. Read all the information on each color in this ‘color meanings in business’ section to determine the best choices for your business.

Red: color meanings in business

Red is a warm and positive color, a very physical color which draws attention to itself and calls for action to be taken.

In color psychology red means energy, passion, action, strength and excitement.

Red stimulates the physical senses such as the appetite, lust and sexual passion. Although it is often used to express love, it really relates more to sexual passion and lust – pink relates more to romantic love than red.

Red represents masculine energy, whereas its softer version, pink, is associated with feminine energy.

Red, a universal sign of danger and warning, can also show and create aggressiveness and anger, particularly if used to excess in the wrong applications.

Physiologically, red stimulates and energizes the physical body, including the nerves and the circulation of blood, raising blood pressure and heart rate. It is stimulating to the appetite and therefore a great color to use for any product associated with food and its service, including restaurants and take-away businesses.

Red excites and motivates but in excess it can cause anxiety and tiredness. It also has negative connotations associated with blood, war and violence.

The color which most complements and balances red is turquoise, although green or blue will also create balance.

Key Words:

Positive Color Meanings in Business:

  • action, power, energy, speed
  • passion, desire, lust
  • strength, courage
  • attention-getting, motivating, stimulating, energizing
  • driven and determined
  • exciting, warm, spontaneous, assertive and confident

Negative Color Meanings in Business:

  • aggression and anger
  • domineering, over-bearing and tiring
  • quick-tempered, ruthless, fearful and intolerant
  • rebellious and obstinate
  • resentful, violent and brutal

Using Red in Business:

Often used as a warning sign, red is best used as an accent color as too much red can overwhelm.

Red will always elicit a passionate response but the response may be either positive or negative and you may have no control over this response as it will be in the hands of your potential customer.

Red encourages buyers to take action and make a purchase. For example, it could be used to tempt an impulse buy at the purchase counter in your store, as footprints or arrows directing people around your store or to your cash register, or for a ‘buy now’ button on a website.

A touch of red can be used as one of the colors on your website to indicate your energy and passion for your business. In larger amounts it is effective in the promotion of products or services related to food and appetite, energy, passion or speed.

http://www.empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com/color-meanings-in-business.html

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The Journal of Dreams 03/13/2010

An artist’ view of poetry painted by an artist… 

Primary Colors 

Blue is not the sadness or sorrow its made out to be
It is of a calm, beautiful sky or raging sea 

Red is not the anger, or hot, devil’s flames
It is the color of life energy
Which runs through all our veins 

You may think yellow is the sun but 

yellow is what yellow is
And you may ask: “What is that?” 

The warmth of sun on a summer’s day
Simply the warmth that melts butter fat! 

The Journal of Dreams 03/12/2010

I thought about my mom today, maybe I had a dream about her…I don’t know.  Some weird things have happened to me in my lifetime, like knowing things before or when they happen.  I remember when I was just a girl, my father had come home with a box in the back of his truck.  As soon as I saw the box I said:  “Do you have a dog in that box?”  Sure enough he did!

And once I had gotten a Mr. Potato Head free for chewing a LOT of bubble gum.  Of course it took so long I’d forgotten about it and one day, out of the blue I said: “I wonder if my Mr. Potato Head will be here today and I looked down the street.  The mailman turned the corner in that moment, it was shocking.  I watched him stop at every house until he got to mine.  He got out of the truck and walked into the driveway and handed me a box…it was Mr. Potato Head!

There have been other things I prefer not to talk about but this poem is one I wrote shortly before my mother became ill.  Often times I wonder if my writing it and putting it on paper could have somehow caused her illness.  I know it sounds far-fetched but so does a lot of other things that have happened to me.  This poem stemmed from nights we stared at the stars together laying on the picnic table.

Camouflaged

(In loving memory of Mary Ann 1938-2006)

She was as thin as the twigs we walked upon and amongst…camouflaged
I didn’t know what to say…silent
What can be said to fresh death?

I wished to protect her, but I knew I could not…her flame was flickering
Perhaps if we hid under the cold, dry leaves, death would pass her by…camouflaged
Yet somehow I knew that it would not

I told her I loved her and held her tight in my arms
Believing in my strength to blanket her…protect her
Her skin cold now, the kind of cold that comes with death
And in that moment, a weak smile…she was gone

A little vibrant light in my hand, my mind; warmth
Floated gently toward the heavens; the stars
Until it was camouflaged among the many others
Camouflaged

The Journal of Dreams 03/11/2010

This smoking is going to get me!  I need to quit-for real.  I tried the Chantix not long ago and I know I could have quit if I didn’t have the anxiety associated with running out.  At $240.00 a pop, I can’t pay for it.

In studying the Four Living Creatures today I found this, notice the two different looking but similar descriptions:

Ezekiel 1:1 Now it came to pass in the thirtieth year, in the fourth month, in the fifth day of the month, as I was among the captives by the river of Chebar, that the heavens were opened, and I saw visions of God.
2 In the fifth day of the month, which was the fifth year of king Jehoiachin’s captivity,
3 The word of the LORD came expressly unto Ezekiel the priest, the son of Buzi, in the land of the Chaldeans by the river Chebar; and the hand of the LORD was there upon him.
4 And I looked, and, behold, a whirlwind came out of the north, a great cloud, and a fire infolding itself, and a brightness was about it, and out of the midst thereof as the colour of amber, out of the midst of the fire.
5 Also out of the midst thereof came the likeness of four living creatures. And this was their appearance; they had the likeness of a man.
6 And every one had four faces, and every one had four wings.
7 And their feet were straight feet; and the sole of their feet was like the sole of a calf’s foot: and they sparkled like the colour of burnished brass.
8 And they had the hands of a man under their wings on their four sides; and they four had their faces and their wings.
9 Their wings were joined one to another; they turned not when they went; they went every one straight forward.
10 As for the likeness of their faces, they four had the face of a man, and the face of a lion, on the right side: and they four had the face of an ox on the left side; they four also had the face of an eagle.
11 Thus were their faces: and their wings were stretched upward; two wings of every one were joined one to another, and two covered their bodies.
12 And they went every one straight forward: whither the spirit was to go, they went; and they turned not when they went.
13 As for the likeness of the living creatures, their appearance was like burning coals of fire, and like the appearance of lamps: it went up and down among the living creatures; and the fire was bright, and out of the fire went forth lightning.
14 And the living creatures ran and returned as the appearance of a flash of lightning.

Revelation 4:1 After this I looked, and, behold, a door was opened in heaven: and the first voice which I heard was as it were of a trumpet talking with me; which said, Come up hither, and I will show thee things which must be hereafter.
2 And immediately I was in the spirit; and, behold, a throne was set in heaven, and one sat on the throne.
3 And he that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone: and there was a rainbow round about the throne, in sight like unto an emerald.
4 And round about the throne were four and twenty seats: and upon the seats I saw four and twenty elders sitting, clothed in white raiment; and they had on their heads crowns of gold.
5 And out of the throne proceeded lightnings and thunderings and voices: and there were seven lamps of fire burning before the throne, which are the seven Spirits of God.
6 And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal: and in the midst of the throne, and round about the throne, were four beasts full of eyes before and behind.
7 And the first beast was like a lion, and the second beast like a calf, and the third beast had a face as a man, and the fourth beast was like a flying eagle.
8 And the four beasts had each of them six wings about him; and they were full of eyes within: and they rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come.

The Journal of Dreams 03/10/2010

I’ve got a countdown clock on the social page of the website.  I hate to look at it.  I have 2 hundred and something days left, like someone drifting at sea waiting to be rescued.  I started taking some stuff called Cellfood which I believe is just hydrogen peroxide.  It is supposed to increase your energy by adding oxygen to your cells.  I have taken it before but cannot say if it really works.

I dropped back on Twitter and started focusing on MySpace and Facebook but there is not much interaction.  It is good to post things now and then because it helps the “crawlers” on the internet pick up the revelation name and connect to the social network…I have yet to see the positive outcome from any of it.  I am locked down on Twitter at 2000 follows and cannot follow anyone else.

In studying the eagle I have worked on, I realized there is a lot of white canvas compared to the rest of the painting, so I increased the wing span.  His wings are long now and different on their ends.  Some of them I like, some of them I do not.  Six wings are odd to anatomically place in any correct manner anyway.  It may be a good idea to look at an octopus’ legs.  Weird stuff…

The Journal of Dreams 03/09/2010

Working on the many, many eyes.  I am trying to make them POP out of the canvas and trying to imagine a hologram to make them move around!  Can’t decide on just the eyeball like a circle or the white of the socket as well.  There are so many things to think about and most of them are after the painting starts.  Even the measurements and sketches can’t find all the problems which develop.  Like the whites of the eyes.  No matter how many coats of white I apply, it still is not the brightest white.  I’m having trouble figuring out why.  Maybe it is just the lighting.

When it gets warmer, I think I will paint outside in the sunlight to get the true light of the sun.  I could get full spectrum lighting for the studio area but that is to expensive now.  Full spectrum lighting is supposed to be good for your attitude and mood.  It is supposed to make you feel happy.  Used in the treatment of S.A.D-Seasonal Affective Disorder, which makes people feel depressed in the winter, these lights would most likely help me with my anger management too.  Maybe next winter.  I love a lot of bright, white light!

Well, back to the eyes while I have the desire.

The Journal of Dreams 03/08/2010

Today is a time for personal reflection and prioritizing.  Looking at my obsessions of the painting, the New World Order, work and regular everyday life.  I HAVE to cure what is ailing me and make a plan that gets me out of bed every morning but most importantly, lets me sleep at night.

The Journal of Dreams 03/07/2010

I was remembering back, when I first found out about this New World Order stuff and the effect it had on me, I didn’t work for days, just couldn’t function.  Wondering then and still wondering if all my dreams and goals are just shit.  This stuff angers me, it destroys all I was ever taught.  It is dark and scary and still is.  Finding myself entranced for hours looking at videos on YouTube trying to disprove what I see.

I have said before, sometime in these many, many blogs that I have a problem with faith.  Having to see to believe, and I am believing this stuff, I know it is real.  In knowing that it is real, it is crushing me.  My motivation to paint is nearly gone although I try to spark the passion and to spill Truth-The Hemorrhage of Pigs!, all over God in Scene II…the urgency of everyday life takes priority.

To continue would take a fool, prioritizing dreams over reality wouldn’t it?  To continue everyday life like there will be a tomorrow and ignoring that tomorrow, the way I know life is as now may suddenly cease.  The stress of it is overwhelming.  How can a person sleep without having one ear constantly tuned to any noise, or stay asleep when there could be breaking news…

When my mother got sick I ran away from it, I did not want to see her deteriorate.  I wanted to remember her full of life and vibrant.  Finally getting over the guilt of leaving her and wondering if I had been around, would she still be here, I find myself doing it all over again.  Taking care of strangers, of people I don’t even know and who most certainly do not care about me and my well-being.

How can I continue this charade when me and mine are at risk?  What if tomorrow everything I know changed, would I be ready?  What if tomorrow, I found someone kicking in my door, taking me to a concentration camp?  What if during the middle of the night I awaken to an earthquake by H.A.A.R.P?  What if, what if, what if…Am I supposed to be naive and trust that it will never happen?

I am believing there is a God, or something greater than us for sure.  In that belief, Revelation tells a great story-a prophesy.  I know that to be true beyond a reasonable doubt.  Even though I know this, I still have not set things straight with my maker.  There is no inner peace of a New City for me.  I have to question why?  Why am I the one to take on this great burden, lately it feels overwhelming.

I cannot remember the last time I really smiled or laughed and felt truly happy.  It seems as though if a person were doing “God’s Work”, the happiness would radiate from them like sunshine…doesn’t it?  I cannot say that I have become God-fearing but i can say that I have become man fearing and what used to be plans for the future have become plans for daily survival beyond this nightmare.

The Journal of Dreams 03/06/2010

No painting today.  I worked on the website for a while.  I am trying to learn how to make the site visible with all major search engines and boost the views.  On all the combined sites, there have been neary 18,000 views but what does it all mean?  I am not getting responses on the STOCK CARDS or from the GIVE/TAKE page.  Maybe it is all an overwhelming amount of information.

I think I need to rethink my strategies.  Time is running out.

The Journal of Dreams 03/05/2010

Although I am off today, I got up earlier than usual, or than I has to.  I have a bad obsession with losing time; the time that I have to enjoy life or do the things I want to do with the time I have.  It is a terrible thing, like an obsessive compulsive disorder where I get up and feel miserable all day.  Most likely if I had stayed sleeping just one more hour, the day would be brighter and I would have energy.

I’ve been up since 4:30am and it is 2pm and I have done nothing but smoke a lot of cigarettes and drink the coffee I have waited to wake me up…stupid.  I am going to lay back down regretfully to try to awaken and feel as though I am enjoying this time I have…

It is 7:35pm and although I tried to stay sleeping, the constant feeling of wasting this day off made me bolt out of bed.  I am sitting here smoking and drinking coffee, feeling like crap.  I ended up right where I began and ended only to begin again…what a waste of time.

The Journal of Dreams 03/03/2010

Although I am working today, I need to find out how to write a professional press release.  Previously I had contacted the major news media but have not received a reply for any of them.  Most likely going about this the wrong way, this is an imperative part of the painting and its advertising.

My computer is filling up with information and running slower and slower.  I am awaiting the crash and loss of all my information.  I should also take the time to burn CD’s of the information as well as back ups.  The photos used for reference material of the various scenes are the major byte eaters.

I checked the mail a little while ago and found chunks of chrysoprase!  I love to receive the stones, they are highly motivational.  I started working intermittently on The Stones journal and the most favorite part of it is looking up country information where the stones are commonly mined.

The second favorite part is the spiritual sections; what each stone offers and their sacred and current meanings.  Within this information, it is clear that stones are somehow a significant part of us and our world.  I would like a cuff bracelet with the 12 stones to wear everyday!

The Journal of Dreams 03/02/2010

Today I spent time crushing rainbow, and “ghost” quartz.  I had to go to an abandoned warehouse parking lot due to the noise of it.  The tool to crush the stones is metal and when placed on the floor (concrete here), or other surface, it has a most powerful impact.  It is so powerful that even if I try not to blink my eyes, I cannot.  I found myself laughing because of a memory I had with my brother when we were younger.

He had bought a car that looked like a black hearse and fixed it up but the outside was rough compared to the inside where he had an entire sound system, an equalizer and all.  He liked to listen to Back in Black by AC/DC,  I was in the car one day and we were driving.  He said listen to this.  The thump of the beginning of Back in Black made my heart feel as though it would stop beating!

In such a confined space, it was outrageous!  Although I kept smiling, I felt as though I would go mad.  I remember my brother looking over at me, bobbing his head, and I looked over at him with my eyes jerking with every beat, smiling, thinking the first time he stops I am jumping out!  That is what the sound of the stone crusher makes when I crush stones!  Add the hollow concrete floor and it is overwhelming, like being in a box, or a closed in-car feeling like you want to jump out.

At the parking lot crushing stones, I realized that the quartz is a little harder than other stones.  I wasted many pieces, turning them into a white powder.  The sun shined on the shards but they were not filled with rainbow prisms as I had imagined.  Mainly clear with the ability to capture light, they were not what I imagined God to look like in the painting.  Feeling sad, I headed home.

The Journal of Dreams 03/01/2010

Having trouble on the job…trying to stay positive but I am in a downward spiral.  I wrote a note to the manager.  Usually I try to just “let it go” but these are SERIOUS situations and endangerment to life…I cannot just “let it go”.

People often ponder the universal, philosophical question of the meaning of life:  Why am I here and what is my purpose in life?  When I think about my mother’s revelation at 12 years old and my current destination, I believe the connection is remarkable!  Could it have been that my mother was a vehicle that carried me, and that her artistic nurturing developed the abilities and imagination required to create The Revelation Painting?

Is my day job just to go around bringing to light the things that need fixed, like Pulp Fiction’s “Wolf” character?  I wondered about that a long time ago.  I remember thinking when it all started that I would travel around until I found a place to call “home”, a place where people are like me, and where I am happy everyday of my life.  For almost 20 years I have been unable to find that place, not here in the United States anyway.  Maybe it is time to look abroad.