New Art: Ten Hours Of Steady Drawing = Metal Jellyfish

I Started This Picture About A Month Ago, It Is A Repeated Figure I Go To When I Am Bored And Dont Know What To Draw. "The Metal Jellyfish" Is Made Up Of Three Skeleton Heads Encased In A Membrane With Several Entwined Snake-Like Tendrils Eminating From The Bottom Of The Membrane. However, These Pictures Are Rarely Fishished Because Of The Tediousness Of Drawing 30 Long Thin Snakes And Because Of Utter Lack Of Interest From Observers, However A Friend Of Mine Named HEATHER Expressed Interest In The Latest Version Of This Piece And Asked If I Would Give It To Her. Since I Have Ten Of Them All Very Different Looking I Of Course Obliged On The Condition (Among Others) That She Let Me Finish It Before I Gave It To Her Next Time We Saw One Another, She Agreed And We Made An Appointment To Meet The Following Day So My Work Was Cut Out For Me. Finish The Damned Thing In One Day, I Could Do It. The Jellyfish Was Already Pretty Much Done, Just Waiting On A Background And Some Snake Detail. But Because I Wanted To Make The Best Impression Possible I Decided To Utilize All Of My Drawing Abilities To Make This One Of My Best. After Eight Extra Hours And Polishing Off Two Micron 02's It Is Done. Composition Wise: Because Of The Phallic Look Of The Jellyfish (A Wide Head And A Thinner Elongated Bottom, And Of Course The Snakes.) I Decided To Put Him In A Magical World Of Psychedelic Flowers And Swans. In The Two Upper Corners A Trio Of Chrysanthemums Explode At Sharp Angles While In The Center Above The Urethra Of The Jellyfish A Stylized Flower Eminates Dramatically From A Circle Of Negative Space. Below The Chrysanthemums A Large Ammount Of Stylized Cherry Blossoms Envelope The Sides Of The Jellyfish. Below The Blossoms At The Level Of The Snakes, Sparse Orchids Hang Down Against A Stark Black Background On Fantastic Stems That Jut Off To Several Angles Much Unlike Real Stems Would Act. Below The Orchids And Snakes Six White Swans Swim On Black Water Where Their Images Are Reflected. Some Of The Swans Interact With The Snakes, Some Are Oblivious To The Giant Psychedelic Monster Overhead. The Complete Coverage Of Most Negative Space And Small Crosshatch Lines Seem To Give The Drawing An Overly Detailed Look. The Top Half With All Of Its Flowers Looks Very Much Like An Etching Of A Strong Visual Acid Trip. Now I Have To Give This Thing Up. Well, I Wouldnt Have Finished If Someone Hadnt Taken Interest. And I Certainly Wouldnt Have Spent Ten Hours Finishing It If The Girl Wasnt So Utterly Beautiful. Hopefully This Drawing Sets A Precedent For How Capable I Am To Create, And Will Really Give Her An Idea Of Who Shes Dealing With.

A ESCUCHAR III:

Well, A Week Late It May Be; Pointless It May Be, But That Type Of Thing Never Stopped Me Before. So Here She Goes The Third Installment Of New Music Tuesday!!! YAY!!! Today I Am Obligated To Review The Latest From Atlanta R&B Genius Terius(The Dream) Nash. Its Called "LoveKing" And Is The Third Installment In The Dreams "Love" Trilogy. The First Being "LoveHate" The Next "Love Vs. Money" And The "FINAL" Ahem Installment Being "LoveKing" I Have Been Anticipating This Album Ever Since My First Complete Listening Of "Love Vs. Money" Which Had Such Club Successess As "Walking On The Moon Feat. Kanye West" And "Rockin' That Shit". But What Made "Love Vs. Money" Such A Timeless R&B Album Wasnt Merely Radio Play Or Single Popularity, The B-Sides; Namely "Love Vs. Money" "Love Vs. Money Pt.2" And "Fancy" Really Make It One Of Those Albums That You Really Could Listen To Once A Day For Eternity... So How Does "LoveKing" Stack Up You Ask. Well, Like Its Predecessor "LoveKing" Isnt Necessarily In The Singles. While Current Radio Hits Like, The Title Track "LoveKing" And The Second Single "Make-up Bag Feat. T.I." Are Truly Incredible Songs That Get Better Every Time You Hear Them, The Show Stoppers Come With Some Of The B-Sides. The Filthy "Panties To The Side" Is So Incredibly Dirty That It Could Make A Pornstar Blush, And It Is Absolutely Loaded With Use Of The Word Fuck. One Thing I Love About Dream's Music Is How It Takes On A Sexy Kind Of Poppy Vibe While Utilizing Words That You Arent Aloud To Say On The Radio. The Dark "Abyss" Is Reminicent Of My Favorite Two Dream Songs "Love Vs. Money 1&2" However, The Thinly Veiled Threat To Drown The Subject Of This Creepy Track (Chained Up In The Bottom Of A Lake. Now Let The Water Fall. Abyss) Really Made It Something I Could Sink My Ears Into. Meanwhile, Dream Reprises His Obvious Homage To Prince From His First Album With "Nikki Pt. 2" Which Has A Deep Princey Feel. "Yamaha" Sounds To Me Like Something Prince Would Have Written And Then Cut From "Purple Rain" For Being Too Superficial. Not That Its Not A Good Song, Just "Purple Rain" Is An Incredibly Deep Album, And This Song Is About Not Knowing Some Girls Name, And Instead Just Calling Her Yamaha. Its Alright. One Thing That Will Never Cease To Entertain And Fascinate Me About An Album Is The Blending Of Tracks Into One Another. Its Very Concept Albumish, And Will Keep You Wondering What The Fuck The Concept Is. Over All, In Comparison To The Dreams First Two Albums I Think He Fell Short Of The Mark Set By "Love Vs. Money" But Grazed The Top Of "LoveHate"'s Cranium. Im Gonna Give This Album A Thumbs Up, Just Because Its A New Dream Album, And The Man Really Can Do No Harm.

Lots Of Love And Kisses And Hugs.

ANTONIO MICHAEL SILVERA

Briefly Now: A Poem!

The Last Dance By Antonio Silvera

I Know It Was Convenient To Leave Me Hanging On A String, But I Am Not A Puppet And Being Controlled Just Aint My Thing. Ill Dance Until I Drop, Swing Until The String Breaks. And If You Like My Song I Will Sing Even If My Voice Shakes.

A Quick Update For The Curious...

On The Good Side: I Told You She Was A Muse. Look At The Elephant ("Out My Backdoor") Isnt It Marvelous? I Have Some Qualms With The Direction Some Of The Elements Had Gone, But Ink Hath Been Applied To Paper, And Not Even Whiteout Will Seperate Them Entirely. I Hope You People Like It, I Do It All For You. Me And Jackie Have Been Hanging Out A Lot, Which Inevitably Raises Questions... "When Are We Going To Declare Our Affinity For One Another On A Public Forum?" The Answer To That Question Is... Yesterday

FACEBOOK, UGH...

Now For the Bad Side: I Was Anticipating A Whole Slough Of Problems Arising From This Mere Status Change And Was Not Dissapointed, Sue Me For Staying Facebook Friends With Jessica May... But She Saw And I Guess It Caught Her By Surprise. She Called And Even Though I Was Relishing In All Of It, I Began To Feel Badly. Why? Why Would I Feel Badly, When She Broke Up With Me, Refused To Take Me Back, Strung Me Along For Quite Some Time Now (Though To Her Credit, Always Maintaining That Me And Her Could Only Be Friends.) I Feel Badly Because I Dont Like To Hurt Friends, In Spite Of All The Hurt They May Inflict On Me, It Literally Makes My Stomach Ache To See A Freind Of Mine In Pain. And Jessica And I Are Friends If Nothing Else. So I Feel Badly, Even Though I Know I Shouldnt, And Then On Top Of That, As Im Talking To Jessica I Realize That I Had Left The Room (And Jackie) To Argue With My Ex, Sure Enough Jackie Is Packing Up Her Shit And Leaving As Im Coming Back Into The Room. Oh Gosh, How Can This Get Any Worse... I Can Open My Big Stupid Mouth, Of Course. And I Do Of Course. Luckily Jackie Seems To Really Like Me, So She Put Up With This Uncharacteristically String Of Stupid Decisions Pretty Well. So A Light At The End Of The Tunnel. While I Still Feel Badly About Hess, I Know Now How Important The Golden Rule Of A New Relationship Is (That Rule Being, Never Ever, Under Any Circumstances Mention Your Ex.) I Learned My Lesson...

I Did Not Learn My Lesson As It Applies To Vehicles However. My Fresh 92 Merc Cougar That I Just Payed Straight Cash For In February And Is My Lifeline Has Been Running Fairly Well For A Grandpa, Well Except That Blasted Wheel... "It Will Be Fine." I Said "Just Coz You Can See Radials Poking Out Doesnt Mean You Have To Change Your Tire."I Said. Wrong, Very Very Wrong... I Hopped Onto Highway Four On My Way To Work On Saturday, And As I Sped Up To Pass Some Turtle Going Eastbound With Me, An Explosive Sound Ripped Through My Ears And Made My Poor Old Car Begin To Shake. Well, A Blown Tire Isnt A Serious Problem For A Veteran Tire Changer Like Your's Truly. So I Had My Doughnut On With Time To Spare Before My 9:00 AM PST Start Time, And I Wasnt Even Gonna Be Late. So I Started My Car And Drove To Work... Except For The Starting My Car Part, And The Work Part. As A Matter Of Fact That Whole Last Sentance Was A Fantasy I Concocted While Sitting In The Sun On The Right Shoulder Of Eastbound Highway Four Trying To Will My Car To Start. It Just Wasnt Possible, A Blown Tire And A Broken Car. Oh My God. I Must Have Done Something Wrong To Incur Gods Vengeful Vehicluar Wrath... Oh I Neglected To Care For My Whip. Thats A Punishable Offence. Long Story Short, Got A Tow Home, And Now My Poor Old Lady(Kim Catrall I Call Her, Because Shes A Really Old Cougar... Do You Get It Or What?LOLOLOLOL)Is Just Sitting There Helplessly. I Need Some More Good Luck... Enclosed In This Post Is A Finished Picture Of "Lookin' Out My Backdoor" And A Picture Of Babygirl And I... Thanks For Listening... Tune In Tomorrow For New Music Tuesday, Where I Will Review The Dream's "Love King"

Love Always,

Antonio Michael Silvera!!!

NewsAndAMuse!!!

For All Of You Waiting On My Tuesday New Music Review Of Ke$ha's "Animal" Who Are Too Dense To Figure Out My Sense Of Humor, Youre Going to Be Waiting A Really Long Time, Not Only Was That Album A Waste Of Time And Money To Write And Record, It Is Almost A Bigger Waste Of Time To "Purchase",Listen, And Review... So Fuck New Music Tuesday. Its Wednesday Anyhow... A Lil' Bit Of News, This Young Lady (Currently Shall Remain Nameless To Protect Her Innocence Of Course) And I Have Been Spending Some Time Together. And While I Dont Want To Bore You With All Of The Aspects Of Our Blooming Relationship I Would Like To Describe The Effect It Has Had On Me Personally. First Of My Creativity Output Has Quadrupled Since Meeting Her, I Dont Know If Its Because She Is Some Kind Of Muse, (Or Something Trite Like That)Or Possibly Love Makes Me Creative. I Wouldnt Call What Ive Been In A "Slump" But It Was At Least Second Cousins To Slumpery. The Words Are Flowing Much More Freely Now That She Has Liberated The Dammed Up Waters Of Creativity That Used To Flow So Regularly Through Me. I Wanted To Post A Ball Point Drawing I Just 50% Completed, (I LOVE BALLPOINT SO UNDERRATED) It Is Her Elephant, But Hes Playing A Banjo, And Hes Not So Fucking Pissed. I Titled It "Out My Backdoor" Or "Bluegrass Pachyderm" Either One Seems To Work With The Subject Matter. I Hope That This Is Only The Meager Beginnings Of Something Great For Her And I And For My Art Portfolio And Song Index. I Can Only Imagine. And If The Art Is Anything Like The Sex It Gets Better Every Time. "JME+AMS" Thanks For Listening To This Soppy Cornball Rant, I Apologize, Its Just Been A Long Time Since Ive Been Able To Do That.

Love That Bounds Through The Barriers Of Time And Space,

Antonio Michael Silvera 7-7-2010

Ode To A Button...

The Button

A Poem Of Love By Antonio Michael Silvera

I Have To Resist The Urge To Move So Fast,
Because She’s Got Horsepower
I Have To Exercise Restraint When I Throttle Her.
I Don’t Want To Arrive At My Destination So Soon.
Because When She Grabs My Wrists
She Puts Them Behind My Head,
I Have To Resist The Urge To Cuff Her,
Immediately.
Because Shes On Fire,
I Have To Stay In The Wintery Cold
So I Don’t Burn Myself, Or Incinerate Us.
Because All That You Can Do With Ashes Is Attempt
To Reassemble Them From Memory, Always In Vain.
Because She Rakes Her Nails
Across The Ridges Of My Back,
Exhuming All Of The Corpses
Of Dead Feelings Put To Rest Long Ago,
I Have To Fight The Amorous Undead
From Rising Like Zombies From Their Graves,
To Feed On The Supple Infant Of Our Newborn Love.
Because I Cant Believe
Shes Not A Shade Of A Dream,
Waking Leftovers From Last Nights
Unconscious Buffet,
A Fading Imprint Left On My Mind
From Vignettes That Always Seem So Real
As They Are Being Portrayed
In Front Of Your Closed Eyes By A Schizophrenic
Cast Of Characters, I Pinch Myself To Draw Out Reality.
I Must Believe It, Because Shes Still Here.
Because She’s A Button I Have To Be Sure
To Press Her Just The Right Way.
Not Push Her Away, Or Press To Hard For Information.
Because She's A Button,
I Have To Resist The Urge To Sow Her Up,
Before She Gets Attached To Someone Else’s Pants.
But Ill Probably End Up Doing It Anyway.

The Elevator In The Room...

Sit Down Children And Ima Tell You A Little Story... This Particular Story Is True, And Took Place At My Work (Concord BMW Dealership Where I Am A Photographer) On Sunday June 26th 2010 @ About 6:25 (Sorry About The Lateness Of This Post I Had To Allow A Couple Of Days To Appreciate The True Hilarity Of The Story.) On This Particular Sunday I Had A Whole Flock Of Beemers To Photograph So I Decided, Even Though The Dealership Closes At 7pm, To Stay Until My Eight Hours Were Up At 6:30. I Work In A 3 Story Building Called The Annex And My Office Is On The Top Floor Of Said Building. Usually The Building Would Be Full Of All Sorts Of Dealership Types, But Not Sunday; Sunday Its Just Me And That Damned Elevator! So As Im Leaving I Stopped At The Second Floor To Turn The Lights Off And Save My Company Some Energy Moneys. I Was Currently Engrossed In Tool's Lateralus At The Climax Of The Song Reflection, So When I Got Back Into That Silver Casket To Descend To My Freedom I Didnt Notice The Buzzing Emenating From The Control Panel... After A Foolish Minute Of Waiting For The Door To Open As It Would Normally, I Took The Music Out Of My Ear And Became Alarmed When I Realized That The Elevator Was Screaming! I Pressed All Of The Floor Buttons Which Lit Up Accordingly, However Would Not Enable Me To Descend!

So Ever The Patient Person I Proceeded Not To Panic. When I Was Absolutely Certain That I Couldnt Force This Elevator To Let Me Out Of Its Deathgrip, I Pushed The Emergency Call Button And Was Immediately Put In Contact With Someone At The "OTIS" Elevator Company... (It Felt Like I Had Called 911) She Seemed Skeptical When I Told Her I Was Trappen In One Of Her Machines, And Asked Me Had I Ever Pressed The Door Open Button? "Uh, Yeah, I Pressed All Of The Buttons, Baby." I Patiently Replied. "Okay, Let Me Attempt To Get In Contact With Someone At The Dealership So They Can Come Let You Out." (Paraphrase Of Course.) Relieved By The Simplicity Of The Proceedure I Replied:"Okay, Sounds Good Sweetheart." After 15 Minutes Of Waiting To Hear Her Darling Voice Once More, And Calling All Of My Closest Friends To Inform Them Of The Current Catastrophy At Hand And Getting Nothing But A Hearty "That Sucks Bro." From All Of Them, She Finally Called Me Back With News That You Didnt Have To Be Clairvoyant To Forsee:"No One Is Answering At Your Dealership... I Left A Message, And They Might Call Back, But For Now Im Gonna Go Ahead And Send One Of Our Techinicians Your Way To Let You Out..." AWESOME!!! A Technician Would Assist Me In Escaping My Stainless Steel Coffin... "Do You Know When He Might Be Out Here, Darlin?" I Patiently Queried. "Nah Dawg, Just Chill.(In So Many Words...) I Wont Know Until I Get In Contact With The Technician. Then I Will Call You Back..." "Okay Sweet Thang." "You Cant Even Give Me An Estimate Angel?" My Patience Was Waning, As You Could Tell..."Nah, Ill Let You Know When I Talk To Him." Oh, Okay.:(

SO After Another Fifteen Minutes Of Waiting For My Girlfriend To Call Me Back On The Emergency Line, And Noticing The Smell Was Fairly Unpleasant And The Heat Was Getting To Be Unbearable I Got The Call I Was Waiting For... "So, A Technician Will Be There In Around An Hour..." "WHAT?" I Could Not Mask My Surprise. "Hes On Another Call, Hell Be There As Soon As Possible, But It Could Be At Least An Hour Probably More." "Okay Then, Bye." My Patience Was Exhausted, I Had Set A Predetermined Limit For How Much Time I Would Spend Consecutively In One Elevator, And An Hour+ Was Far Beyond Thoses Limitations... I Just Wanted to Go Home.

Well, Since I Was Going To Be Here For A While, And Since No One I Knew Was Capable Of Helping Me, I Guess I Better Just Roll With It. But Then! Eureka! An Idear. Ive Seen Numerous Movies That Have Documented Elevator Escape In One Way Or Another (Blankman, Mission: Impossible, Many More...) And It Always Seemed To Involve A Trapdoor Above The Lights In the Ceiling Of Said Elevator. I Would Just Shimmy My Way Into The Shaft And Make A Daring Escape All On My Own! I Was Not Helpless, My Love Of Ridiculous Movies And Tendancy For Remembering Trivial Aspects Of Them Would Help Me Out Of This Jam!!! SO Proud, But OH, WAIT!!! WHY IS THE FUCKING TRAPDOOR LOCKED? WHATS THE DAMN POINT!!!!! Oh Gosh, I Am Helpless!!! A Caged Rat, A Fish In A Barrel, An Ostrich At The Olive Garden. Helplessness Is Not My Favorite Quality! I Like To Be Able To Help Myself And Others Whenever Possible. And Now Not Only Was I Helpless, But I Wasnt Being Helped. Bully.

Resigned To Helplessness I Took My Shirt Off, Rolled Up My Pants And Watched "Always Sunny In Philidelphia" On My IPOD. It Was Fine, I Guess. I GUESS. It Could Have Been Worse... Someone Could Have Been In There With Me. Or Even Worse, Someone I Didnt Like Could Have... Luckily I Like Myself Plenty Fine, So It Wasnt Unbearable Even Though It Was A Nightmare. For The Remainder Of The Total 1:45 I Was Trapped, I Just Sat There Cursing Names And Considering What To Do With My Looming Freedom! How Would I Adjust To Life In The Outside? What If Things Had Changed Signifigantly During My Incarceration? While I Was Thinking These Thoughts Quietly To Myself The Otis Technician Knocked On The Elevators Steel Door To Make Sure It Wasnt Some Stupid Immature Prank. "No" I Assured Him, I really Couldnt Get Out Of There. So, Casually Enough, He Let Me Out... My Reception Party Was Weak To Say The Least, Literally Nobody Had Come To Wait To See My Pretty Face Once More!!! Until, Like A Firefighter Coming To Sweep Up The Ashes Of A Burned Down House, Slim Brunson Rides In Right As Im Walking To The Cougar! Talk About A Rescue. "Dont Worry About It Slim" I Said... And For All This, I Was Awarded Two Whole Hours Overtime, Several Inappropriate Chuckles From Co-workers And Friends, And A New Nickname: "Hey, Youre That Guy That Got Stuck In The Elevator!" I Prefer My Old Nickname: "Hey ASSHOLE!" Thanks For Listening, And Not Laughing, At Least Not Out Loud! LOL!!! Love, Always And Forever, ANTONIO MICHAEL "Hey, Youre That Guy That Got Stuck In The Elevator!" SILVERA 6/30/2010