Ghosts in my chest
I want to tidy up my place. Actually, I want to get rid of some old stuff which I don't need it anymore.
We tend to accumulate so much useless things in vain, in these crazy consumerist times, don't we?
And it's so relieving to get rid of them... I feel like I'm borning again and, the best thing of all, you have space again to fill with useless stuff ;)))
The fact is that I have an old chest full of things and I wanted to straighten up since a long long time ago, and I said to myself:
- Your time has come, you bastard!!! ;)
I sat down in the floor, figuring out that it would be a long long journey, I opened up the chest and I started to pull out stuff...
...And guess what: I started to travel backwards in time:
-An old CRT monitor... Useless!!! remote controls from the XX century, from TVs and videoplayers which I don't have them anymore. Old clothes, and more and more...
It looked like the magician's chest. At any time I could have seen going out from its guts a white dove, or a rabbit. I kept pulling out things again and again and putting all them around me, by batches depending on its genre.
There was a moment when I even didn't looked inside it. I simply told to the old chest:
- Surprise me!!!
And I entered my hand into the chest, deeper and deeper everytime.
- It didn't look so deep, in the first sight- I thought But I kept extracting absurd stuff from there, till I got surrounded by useless things. And if I stop now and think, I don't really know if they all could have been entered again in the chest. At the end there was left only a little gap between an old clothes mountain and my knees. But the work was almost finished, as I could feel with my fingertips the chest floor since a few minutes ago and there were only a couple of objects to pull out.
I could recognize just by touch an old worm-eaten handle, with something heavy in its end; so I took it out with care and I put it in front of me, over a wooden planck. It was an old big-headed hammer. - This is not useful anymore. Its head is too heavy for that dry, old stick. It wouldn’t bear one more hit. I think it can be dangerous, so I’m gonna get rid of it, as well. After my decision I put again my arm into the chest, trying to extract the last hidden treasure. And suddenly, something bit me!
It’s very difficult to explain but it’s like if that thing attacked me.
I sat up fast, almost jumping and I took a look inside the chest. There was an old, rusty, scary sickle. A non living being, I know. But I swear you: just looking at it was like watching the old snake. Twisting and ready to bite again.
- Holy f-f-fuck! I said. I took it with care and I dropped it to the floor. I had to heal and disinfect urgently my finger wound.
And while I was putting a little bandage, I thought:
- I can understand a hammer but, when the hell did I bought a sickle like that???
When I came back I felt a cold shiver running through my spine. Fate put the elements in a so suggestive way… The old sickle over the old hammer. My little blood drops beside them…
- What a piece of visual metaphor!!!
Rusty old tools. I don't need them anymore!!!
And I came to this conclusion:
I don't want this in my life. They are useless and dangerous tools. They have caused so many pain all around the world... I'm recalling my trips to the heart of Center Europe, in Czech Republic. Anyone who has been there and talked with people from my generation (forty something) knows about it. They know about the ravages caused by that sickle and that hammer. Pain, repression and misery, both moral and economic. You just have to move through that area a little bit. Tell something to a Czech, or a Polish about communism and see what happens, right? So I cannot explain myself about the charming those rusty tools still have in the masses, specially in young people. It makes me think about images of sad times, in Europe. I thought it was all overcame. Bitter crisis periods and the extreme wings growing and offering simple solutions to a sick-of-everything population. The old potion. It looks like we cannot learn the lesson, I'm afraid...
What the hell is goin on?
People, they say, demand a revolution. I stay with the Velvet Revolution, from my beloved Vaclav Havel. He knew, the same as Suárez in Spain, to drive a modellic transition with no hard feelings between the old, rusty, useless stuff, and the new values.
I'm leaving you with a wise and devastating reflexion, from Vaclav the Great:
The post-totalitarian system touches people at every step, but it does so with its ideological gloves on. This is why life in the system is so thoroughly permeated with hypocrisy and lies: government by bureaucracy is called popular government; the working class is enslaved in the name of the working class; the complete degradation of the individual is presented as his ultimate liberation; depriving people of information is called making it available; the use of power to manipulate is called the public control of power, and the arbitrary abuse of power is called observing the legal code; the repression of culture is called its development; the expansion of imperial influence is presented as support for the oppressed; the lack of free expression becomes the highest form of freedom; farcical elections become the highest form of democracy; banning independent thought becomes the most scientific of world views; military occupation becomes fraternal assistance. Because the regime is captive to its own lies, it must falsify everything. It falsifies the past. It falsifies the present, and it falsifies the future. It falsifies statistics. It pretends not to possess an omnipotent and unprincipled police apparatus. It pretends to respect human rights. It pretends to persecute no one. It pretends to fear nothing. It pretends to pretend nothing.
From Vaclav Havel's 1978 The Power of the Powerless, h/t SDA
Vaclav Havel, first president of the Czech Republic (1993–2003). Man of peace.
Ps: Technical specifications
I've made my modeling using Blender and ZBrush, as usual. But I'd like to stress the importance of procedural texturing in this work. I've used them for... EVERYTHING ;)
I'm becoming in kind of an addict to procedurals, because they can solve in a mathematical way nature behaviors like ripples on the water, streaks in the wood, or rust in an iron planck...
The same than with the scary node system in Blender, I was reluctant to use these kind of textures, because of its complexity; but they are becoming my dear comrades in my journey as a 3D artist.
Talking about nodes, I found an interesting solution for blood shading here. Thank you Moony!
I've made some small modifications till I got the result I was looking for. That's why me, as a proud blood donor, I want to share with you my blood nodes ;)
Health and Love for everyone!!!