In chess, the queen protects the king. The queen can move like a bishop or rook. It cannot move like a knight (L shaped). If you were to visually depict the possible moves of a queen, it resembles the symbol for chaos.
In constructing a visual representation of myself, I inadvertently reconstructed the chaos symbol (8 armed wheel, or the dharmachakra. It truly was an unintentional esoteric correlation. You can read about it in my antichrist manifesto.)
This is a teaching resource in regards to assisting students when it comes to thinking and writing about art.
In terms of graphic organisation, you can replace the words with whatever words you want in order to communicate your concept.
So refer back to my first image at the top of this post. On the shoulders of 3 sits the throne of the queen. Regardless of your concept… ego, persona, shadow, conscious, anima, animus, subject, object, project…
- Diametrically opposing extremes.
- Evaluative referential vantage points.
- Complete, holistic approach to conceptual analysis.
- F.U! Chaos ensues, some random freak occurrence that devastates your perfectly reasonable and sound conceptual construct…
An old livejournal entry. “Blush and sun”? I don’t remember why I chose those particular words… Well, “blush” was a demure affectation in response to using the word “passion” to describe the colour of my aura. But sun? I don’t know.
But I think it’s pretty cool that it feels like it foreshadows the eventual awakening of myself as “the sun”. OMG please, just go through my blog and see all my references to the sun, sunshine, fire and light.
I scared the Venusian with my talk of reigniting the fire and brimstone pyre. He has gone and left this realm. I’m left standing here, eyes to the sky, crooked brow, wondering why I am always the last one left…?
Not only do I excel at attracting a crowd, I am a caricature of the femme fool, foil fatale. I am laughing hysterically, my bleeding fist through the glass, desperately grasping at phantom strawberry fields. Something real. Something… someone… beyond the glass ceiling.
I have worked the last day today, everyday this second term, 2 jobs a day, 4 days a week, 1 job 2 days. 3 weeks of 6 day working weeks at 2 jobs. And manifest exhaustion. Dollars all funneled into the laptop and wacom for the nyx daughter.
2 weeks of nothing earning, then another 2-3 weeks before hesperus reverses his fade. 888 numero magician necro fancy pants.
I don’t know what I’m doing. But… I’m doing it anyway. And everyone should be watching the steam train coming down the rails to crash and burn on all your monitors.
This is my solo dance number. Performed in the silence of my bedroom. With nay a drop of ambrosia on my lips. Sober as Judge Dredd of the old testament.
I am much more normal and fit in with the behaviour of the rest of society when I drink. I might make like Sia and drink to cya. Sing myself to trip hop sleep.
Rekorderlig premium passionfruit cider. Where the hell is the bottle opener?! Better use my car keys.