Coss
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Shawn Coss
United States
23 creative works found
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Some artwork for the upcoming Drop To Zero cd coming this summer http://www.myspace.com/droptozero Can you feel them calling? Like a heart that’s built on loss, / Their prison keeps them hostage, / Star e out the car window and watch the mills that pass me by, / The pillars standing tall are lined with ghosts that speak from their dark eyes, / Can we call them wrong? Can we see through canine orbits? / Can we dance the devil’s dance and walk two steps in their shoes? / Desperate killers will hunt, / Fight now, try to keep up, / This town, souls that tried to hide from rain in paper towers, / Sunk down, treading in mud, / This town, lost are raising generations of the losing, / This west of Eden Yahweh had in mind, a city paved in blood of angels, / Can you hear them scatter? Like a roach caught in the light, / They burrow in the shadows, / I look to children’s eyes; they breed an emptiness in stare, / They grow to feed like dogs that eat the blood, breeding anger from despair, / Fallen down, hope that is gone, / Somehow, try to move on, / This town, valley where the damned are who find resolution, / The city burned down but the ghosts survived, smoldering rage on the inside
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As a once psychology major, I was intrigued by Freud’s theory on the id and ego of the human psyche. It has been many years since those classes so my words may be somewhat off. But this piece is a self representation (aren’t they all?) of myself and how the “id” and “ego” play in our life decisions. We all seek pleasure and that constant feeling of euphoria, and our “id”’s only goal is to achieve those feelings without worry or care about the consequences of such actions. It is our “ego” that keeps the “id” in line, allowing us to think before we act, and to be able to foresee what may come of this pleasure seeking. It is a constant battle that wages on beneath our skin and sometimes the “id” overcomes. Some choose to live only by the “id”s bidding and never realize the destruction they leave behind when seeking their pleasures. I have been through that lifestyle once, and as much as I enjoyed such pleasures in bountiful amounts….the aftershock of those actions can still be felt today.
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In Scotland grows a war like flower, / Too rough to bloom in lady’s bower, / His Crest, when high the soldier bears, / And spurs his courser on the spears, / O there it blossoms there it blows, / The thistle’s grown aboon the rose. For those who did not undrstand the title here is the translation. / The Grand Tour of Scotland / A digital oil work / Taken from an image captured in the highlands
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This piece is based on how much we base our decisions off of love. Not condemning it, but rather it intrigues me what those will do in the name of love. Many people have died for love, have fought for love, and have sacrificed for love. It’s a powerful feeling that enslaves us, causing us to react in ways we may not deem normal in a clear state of mind, but like they say, Love is intoxicating. 2nd traditional piece I’ve ever attempted with acrylics. It was (key word, was, because it was sold lol)a 18×24 inch stretched canvas with acrylics and india ink. I miss this piece dearly, but at least I have a wonderful jpeg of it’s remains.
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The song “beautiful” by 10 years really says a lot to me about how we view ourselves and in comparison to those on television. We spend hundreds of dollars on products that make us look younger, erase wrinkles, enhancing our breasts and even bleach our assholes. Anything to stay beautiful because we don’t want to be overlooked, we want that feeling of importance…that feeling that someone will remember you because of how you look. After awhile, we change ourselves so much that we forget what we used to look like, or how we behaved, because we were so used to feeling the same way we looked, and that’s fake. And what remains is the beautiful being we truly were, only now it has withered and died, and what’s left is something uglier. Photoshop Fun and slight referenced used. Tried out the famous Andrew Jones style of “shape sifting”
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After having so much fun with the last piece, I decided to try a series of em. I have an idea, but won’t let it out until I’m sure it will work =D This piece is focused on the ability to open up. Being vulnerable to the outside without fear or worry. My creative juices have been flowing since that week of downtime and in a way my mind has opened a little more for me to see inside and to let you see a little deeper. Only in this state of vulnerability can I truly be free, and without limitation on what I do or how I go about doing it.
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Tattoo design and now cd cover art for local hip hop artist, Sin
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A reimagined piece from “awakening” and my final painting for the upcoming art show. Not really sure the size of the cabinet door but if you could have only seen how stressed I was trying to come up with a color scheme for this one. Take a step into my mind and see what meaning this conjured up: With everything that has surrounded me in the past couple months, the stress of class, unknown depression, and just the inability to be happy, the one thing that has kept me breathing is my love, but more importantly the love given to me which has kept my body warm. I don’t think I need to spell it out to ya now with my color choices. So…um…enjoy
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This took me much longer than I had hoped. I have final in 2 weeks and instead of studying I’m doing fucking art because I can’t control my addiction >;) Before I indulge with my thoughts on this, note that all of my facts are not straight and that this is merely coming from an emotional outlet. Here in Ohio, gas has dropped well below to the 1.79 price range. Still kind of high from only 5 years ago but compared to where we were at 2 months ago, I’m not complaining. What bothers me is that the “higher ups” in the oil industry would say that they have to raise prices to match the barrel of gas price and still make profit. Yet as some know, their profits are in the billions from the past 3 years. It seems like if the sky looked a little less blue and more cloudy that the gas prices would rise yet we are told that prices aren’t effected at the pumps until 6 weeks later. Seems a bit off to me. So I imagine what these “king’s of oil” look like and how they feed off of the blackness that plagues our existance. Like blood, oil courses through their veins, oozing from every orifice and pore of their body. It allows them the privelige of life, while the rest of us suffer. But what will happen when we drain our planet of it’s oil? Will it wither away as the black gold king’s surely will? and we will be left to clean up the mess. BTW – In case you didn’t know…this shit is copyrighted, and so help me god if I find it stolen, I will rape your eye sockets….legally of course ;)
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Was able to find time to flesh out the Sledge Head concept. Completed this on a piece of cabinet door. Ink and acrylic (my favorites) This is part of the Drop to Zero merchandise but here’s what made me create such a piece. I feel sometimes like what is going on in my head never has the chance to see the light of our reality. Thoughts, emotions, fears and dreams stay locked away due to the fear that what comes out may be rejected by oneself or by the masses. So instead of risking such humiliation, we tuck it farther back into our pysche, and surround it in concrete. Well I have grown tired of holding back my feelings and ideas, and I am prepared to smash every brick and chip away at every stone until every creepy, useless, pointless, and ugly thought or idea pours out from the darkness.
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Though it’s new here, it’s actually been sitting in my basement half finished for over 3 months. Finally got around to finishing it up. This piece was inspired by a conversation myself and Michael (Esum) had while hanging out one day. We talked about how we as a society seem to create things that only do harm and ultimately destroy everything in a certain radius (depending on the blast size). We have a multi-billion dollar industry in war alone and we see with war comes casualties, and casualties are just part of business…..and business is good.
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Coming soon!
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For the past week or so I have been in a real deep funk. Won’t go as far as saying depressed but overwhelmed by the feeling of unhappiness. I sketched this out last night about midnight and felt that it was worth throwing up here. I wanted to capture how I’ve been feeling and this happened to pop out. No preconceived idea of what I was aiming for and was at the will of my subconscious. As you see in the image, I am gripping onto one of the only things that make me happy, and no matter how hard I squeeze, it still feels like it is slipping away. What IT is, is not important, because it can be anything that brings you any kind of joy. And as you see, without that happiness and that “constant”, I am nothing. Along with my happiness I myself begin to slip away into the darkness, hoping to meet my happiness at the bottom.
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This painting was created to coincide with the cd release of one of the greatest local bands that I have ever listened to. They also happen to be close friends of mine as well. They go by the name of Amplexus. Why not head over to their spot / myspace.com/amplexusrock / and give a listen while taking in the painting? The details: / 30×24 (?) inch stretched canvas, slathered with 4 layers of acrylic paint (because at that moment I wasn’t sure on what I was making) and finished off with some acrylic markers. Total time beginning to end was 11 hours over a 3 day span. The main idea was inspired directly by their song “Savage Henry” Here are the lyrics (sorry for the long comment) I will strike down with great vengeance and furious anger / Those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers / And you walk free blood on your hands / The night hides you now but a red sun will rise / I knew Id find you, cower and pray / Here is the bargain: my soul for your head And theres no turning back / Dont turn away, you know theres no escape / Now im taking my time with you oh so carefully / Justice fails us all, your sentence is now! / What youve done couldnt go without punishment. / The sun beating down. This will be easier now / Strike down with no regret, tears mix with beading sweat / My footsteps seem distant but sure there is no returning / The innocent they call when no ones listening / The innocent they call me / You poison our existence and my hands are the cure / Im seeking retribution, this violence to you is called for
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I was thinking about the status of our existence and what comes with growing older. People tend to lose their common sense when you think that they would become wiser with age. They become more afraid of what is ahead, unsure, and struggle to find something safe to latch onto. What used to be little coincidences and peculiar events now hold stronger meanings and “signs” of a higher existence. These once strong and individual beings become weak and submissive to an unknown…they become zealots, worshipping whatever they feel is in control. It reminds me a lot of zombies =D and how they have this unending desire to devour and consume, as we do with prayer and devotion. We search for signs of God and divine interventions when really, maybe it’s just us willing these events to happen….I do believe in another life, but my maker doesn’t ask me to be a slave, a zombie, or a zealot. He/She asks me to be myself.
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Here is the final piece after some tweaking in Photoshop. So I”m not sure if it would be considered mixed media or not but whatever…. Recently as some of you have read, I have been in a funk with my art. Unable to really create anything that truly meant something to me on a higher level. Everything I sketched had no connection, no feeling, and no soul. I started questioning myself and my passion for the arts, when it dawned on me that my boredom and lack of drive WAS my inspiration. I envisioned myself trapped within the inner workings of my subconscious and it trying to suck whatever creative juices I had left in my already empty skull. The mind’s gears cranking out what was left of an artist, even if there were no results. It would continue to crank until it found something, anything, or until it killed the very entity that kept it alive. Luckily for me, there WAS something left.
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Been a bit I know. Had a very brief moment to get an idea out of my head. A quick rundown of materials and then you can here the bullshit lies…er story behind it ;) Materials: Joint compound, ink, acrylics, pen, brush I’m not even sure on where to begin so let’s just roll with it all shall we? Things haven’t been going as planned in life and as I sit and dwell on them I only drag myself back into a hole of depression and continue to bury myself within the hole with more worry and more bullshit. The saying is true, “shit adds up at the bottom”, also a great line by Tool. Anyway, everytime I get ahead and feel that things might start to look up, something else happens and more shit is added to my surround quicksand like pile that I seem to enjoy so much that I won’t try and remove myself from it. It’s enough to give someone a headache, or moreso an aneurysm. At least with the aneurysm I can no longer have to worry about the depression, the fear, or the sense of hopelessness that I’ve been feeling as of late. Am I the only one who feels this way? I doubt it, nor do I feel my situation is any worse than the next person, but I just feel the need to vent it in a less harmless way…..
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Due to popular request. Here’s a shirt =) And if you are looking for an oversized print of this you can vote for it over at designbyhumans.com….once it is approved. My profile there is SubConArt
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This was a pencil design I did a year back. A lot of my art portrays my feelings towards the social status of this era. How we are consumed by reality tv, game shows, and just plain bad television. Once born of flesh and blood, we are slowly becoming one with technology and absorbed into the useless trash we find flipping through channels. Here, the already converted mother is trying to protect the only remnants that remind her that she too was once human.
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Sometimes our third eye will find it’s way through, whether we’re ready or not for that unforeseen new knowledge.
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Kind of feeling the Constantine movie’s idea of demons. Drawn in pencil and then splattered in Photoshop.
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This piece was started digitally at 8:00 am this morning and finished at 10:16 pm. This is the first time that I started and finished a piece with only bathroom and food breaks. I do not recomend it for the weak of heart =). This piece is actually dedicated and for Kris of explosm. I told him I would return the favor for him exposing me to so many people. This piece is meant to represent the calmness that water brings us and that it has the ability to crush us with it’s power. Without water, we do not exist, and this is also my way of showing appreciation for this nonliving entity.
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