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[studiomiguel]

In the court of the Spider King, justice rules. He rules side by side with his Spider Queen who looks very regal in the family Jewels.

There next to them is Junior, the prince and monarch-to-be. Practicing to rule, as does his father, over everything he can see.

Brave warriors stand ready to guard their liege, and they’ll fight to the death when the frogs come to lay siege.

No fear or anxiety is there found, good and right are that for which they stand. Except maybe the the flies, when they’re brave enough to land.

You can see more process shots of this over at my substack linked in my bio. (artofmiggy.substack.com). Share

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[studiomiguel]

I can't move forward I can't go back. 

It’s like I’ve lost my tenuous grasp on you and you’ve drifted away, into the current of time. Memory stands here, frozen, watching you drift away, dying a new smaller death every day. 

Every moment for the last 30 years is recorded and stored. But the medium, while well-cataloged, is imperfect tending toward decay over time. I try to regularly restore the damaged, erased and lost images.  

Sometimes there are memories that I don’t want and blot out those, but find that they are particularly indelible, able to reconstruct themselves. 

Usually the painful ones. 

Each time I reconstruct some favored moment, slight distortions occur, bastardizing the memory. The most devastating of these events is when I intentionally  attempt to eliminate some then out of panic or guilt and then try to bring it back. Like Frankenstein’s monster, the form may be there, but in substance, it is wanting. 

A cruel and ironic master is time. It is usually the smallest, quietest moments that mean the most, and are those most easily forgotten. Only later, when by unexpected happenstance we are able to recall one or more of these gems, our hearts are broken as we suddenly realize how quickly we dismissed these precious events. 

That is why i always come back to those i love. Even though time and space separate us like a vast sea, I build my ship and learn through trial error to navigate those waters: so that I can recreate those happinesses and possibly discover other loves that were tossed thoughtlessly aside. 

Usually, though, it is my own memory that betrays me. Those delicious relics are not found  only old wounds that had healed and are suddenly reopened only so that I can begin to mend again. 

I have learned a valuable lesson in my journey through life however: that the moment of ecstasy or devastation is only ever enhanced and intensified in both anticipation and memory. 

These two lenses, looking forward and looking back are a form of organic virtual reality where I can experiment and fantasize without repercussion. Will and warrant have no bearing in the closet of the mind. Or the universe of the imagined. 

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[studiomiguel]

Mike and Dev. 6/21/20 - When two kind souls meet, it is no forgone conclusion that they will connect and build a life. But when it does manage to spark and the forrest fire of life together is started, we are the lucky ones to feel it’s warmth and stand by amazed at the all-consuming nature that true love has.

True love, after all, is selflessly selfish, always thinking of the other, never self and in doing so, the self is ever cared for. In the west, we talk of love as being a thing we fall into or into which we become entangled… but true love, souls who mate and become one… do not fail. It is is no accident that they succeed. Hard work and revision, determination to advance and find peace are a mission true lovers pursue all their life. A failure is not a setback, but an opportunity improve and deepen the connection, becoming one flesh one kind word and moment of forgiveness at a time. 

Peace and contentment are not the possession of all men, nor hardly any these days. But from time to time, when you walk in the woods of life, quietly contemplating your own state of success and failure, you catch the warm glow from a newly started campfire destined to become a blazing inferno of love consuming two souls whole.

2d art and ideas rendered mostly as pen and ink with watercolor and digital washes.

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I Got An Envelope Kroger by studiomiguel http://ift.tt/2CTFHzD I am engaging the concept set forth at http://ift.tt/2magmXS Here was my first leave behind envelope. I painted the rocks as weights and hope they draw a little attention to the subject mater. It's been left at kroger.

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Before we left, we met s blind man, driving a railroad hand cart who told us, 'you will see a moose, painted as a cow, standing upon a roof!' And yet, I doubted. #roadtrip2016 #studiomiguel #artofmiggy #ohtheplacesyoullgo (at Big Moose Deli & Country Store)

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The Cricket Players 7x9 watercolor. Sketchbook no. 48 #bronx #thebronx #art #artofmiggy #studiomiguel #sketchbook #watercolor #cricket #painting (at Van Cortlandt Park)