When someone tells you repeatedly they love you – you get used to it and when this is gone you terribly miss it. Unconditional love is a very hard thing to get over and I have been trying to come to terms with that loss this past week. I will never forget this black monday, I hope the worst is over and I can keep my head up moving forward. My grandfather Spas passed away in the morning of September 28, 2009 bulgarian time and I was absolutely powerless to do anything to be able to see him for one last time. I spent endless summers with him, family and friends and these were the happiest days of my life. Once I found out I sent heartbreaking letters to friends who knew him. This is what a friend of mine wrote back:
so sorry to hear of the passing of dear diado spas – such a wonderful vital man full of genuine good spirit – i think he must have had a terrific life and earned a lot of good karma to have continued to enjoy everything as he did at a ripe old age – that plus eating a whole lemon every day!
you are a lucky lady to have had such a real connection to this kind of spirit – so seldom in our world today –
i am sure that his positive vitality will continue to inspire you your whole life – this is when memories can truly have meaning –
please give my condolences to nicki his daughter your dad and your whole family –
my heart is with you!
And he attached this picture from my birthday a couple of years ago – Grandpa Spas is in the middle:
Lucidity has been announced by Lucasarts and the ign preview is here. There is one essential quality to beauty and it is the fact that it doesn’t need champions. People always aspire to beauty because it is a window to a pure world – it lifts them up and makes them aspire to things bigger and better than themselves.
The second in a series of drawings inspired by Giovanni Battista Piranesi. I drew the first sketch a few years ago while on a stint modeling 3d Baghdad for the US army – in between IED detonation simulations I was thinking about the Flying Tree from Stephen Baxter’s book Raft… and started imaging it in my notebook. My visual language is drawing on my work as a 3d artist but the look is a few centuries old, an etching technique developed in the fifteenth century and mastered by Piranesi in his capricious fantasies. I really enjoy seeing how the imperfections of the drawing are shaping up in total juxtaposition to the flawless figures I imagine in my head, the dreams of a 21 century polygonal brain.
I returned to the palace of Fine Arts to reshoot photographs I took a month earlier – back then I had wondered into the space by chance and didn’t carry a tripod… which resulted in grain and noise. I looked up the time stamps on the files and then googled for the sunset time for that day. Turned out besides sunset there are all these interesting terms associated with sunset data like Civil Twilight, Nautical Twilight and Astronomical twilight. According to the charts I had taken the picture (below) 20 minutes after sunset and 10 before civil twilight when wild things come out, obviously, beasts are partial to beautiful light.
Today sunset was around 7:30 pm so I waited 2o minutes for the twilight to set in and some amazing things happened during that time – a guy stood under the belly of the dome and sung with the most beautiful voice a song called “Salve Regina” … after that I lied to a couple of Tourists that the Palace was a part of a pre-earthquake bathhouse, absolutely not on purpose and out of sheer ignorance.
So Here it is San Francisco palace of Fine Arts – round Two: