Monday, November 22, 2010

In Chess I Call A Knight A Horse Of Course


The borders of a defined object must not be violated otherwise the rule of thumb is broken the integrity of the picture is ruined but can be corrected. Notice in this picture I drew the coloring which we have done as children must not extend beyond the borders or perimeters if it does the bells and flashing lights go off instantly. An arrest is made you go to jail automatically. Case in point drawing the right way requires sobriety it is that simple. I do wish things were that simple. In my mind there is a direct correlation between drawing and the patterns in chess visualized the more the chess game is played patterns come out as do the patterns when drawing a desired picture I can see the inner workings of the perimeters of a picture. Do you get my drift or are we in a rift? A little poetry takes away the frustrations when logic doesn't play into the picture.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Landscape Under The Twilight

I can explain the preceding image the picture I drew from not a photo but from my imagination truly a work of art if I don't mind this time saying so. The image didn't look like it was going to become part of this blog so I finished by super short explanation of it and ran. Further explanation can be seen here in this day's entry. In chess all or most regular chess players see patterns with which to make a move the more intelligence the player is the higher rating he or she has. A chess game is filled with patterns a player must choose each move contributing toward a movement and the player who can create the best moves forming the best pattern in opposition to his opponent creates the best picture and thus wins the contest. Patterns make up a picture. Yes this is a very awkward explanation in the time to come my explanation will be perfectly clear but you do understand the jest of my main ideal which is a well drawn picture is a derivative of all the chess pieces moved within a chess game. I'll just leave it at that for now.

The Patterns In Chess Is Transferred To Art


Those who play enough chess like myself even at the advanced beginner level can see the patterns in chess to defeat the vast majority of anyone who dares to play.

Friday, November 19, 2010

The Turning Point To Optimism

How can I turn this one down and reject? This is a good one. I probably drew it from a photo it has been awhile since I did. Materials used? I'll be frank it isn't water colors. It's plain old marker pens and I have the nerve to come out and admit to the use of juvenile type instruments? Yes I do have the nerve. It's the only material that works for me. I'm a beginner drawing from the masters and learning to know them. This one isn't bad coming from a beginner like me. You would think Pablo Picasso did this one or Van Gogh the man who starved and remain penniless while painting. I've had my share of poverty and insanity thank you can't you read into it in this blog?

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Images

It is a slow day today. The chess game was slow the ratings just fair to mediocre and the new pictures didn't get published. My car is still in the shop and who knows what and when if I will get my car back after so many days of trying to check engine lights and $1300 worth of repairs with more to come and the car was running like new and on and on where we stop nobody knows I think I am punch drunk chess isn't on my mind yet I'm writing in my chess blog. Yet this is indeed a candid story of the times and life of a recreational chess player with of course no fame in sight. I never thought that it would be published but when I'm in a slump negativity makes the mark I'm sorry to say. On line chess isn't for the faint of heart there are mental games of sheer skill required and many skilled players just ready to take a poor unsuspecting soul down and trounce the living dickens into dust and yes I'm way past my prime age wise to think seriously of tournament chess a man simply has to know his .....no I'm not going to say it I'll let old Clint Eastwood say it this is chess not the shoot em up Dirty Harry movies. The new pictures coming in take the edge off the need to win every game played or dire consequences I thank the last chess blog man who commented on my blog he sounds like a team player in my arena. Adding images or pictures to this blog will get me past the negativity of the games I have not won because you see I hated losing but can absorb these loses as lessons if it makes any sense to you my dear reader.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

War And Chess


Ever noticed the similarities in war and chess? It has it's parallels. In real war of course it is far worst that is hell. All I know my leg is at a discomfort and I cannot walk with comfort until the medicines kick in and it take away from my concentration a bit or a great deal it depends. Anyhow it wasn't a slaughter I gave a good fight to a higher rated player it was a dog fight as too many of them are. I've insomnia and what my sleep therapist technician told me was to stay clear of this Internet. He wants to see the CPAP machine do the job since he believes this Internet has a grip on me and I am not giving this CPAP the chance to do the job. Read a book he says. All I know is that I'm in a chess slump but I can and will pull out of it as I usually do. But you should see the picture I drew....wow! That trumps a chess slump by far.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Is There A Poet In The House Help!

Aside from chess a good counter balance might be a poet so vastly different from the sheer genius and logic of a chess player a good poet is like a God with chosen words to satisfy the lust of the beast that the game of chess cannot. I'll stop right here what I just said will go down not in infamy but it will go down in fame.

Bump The Slump

Don't laugh if it rhymes it chimes rap music has it's purpose in as much as I've mostly detested rap music. The man who commented last about this blog of late being negative is right it is of late negative because no one likes to be in a slump which looks like where I am. This chess game is one wild roller coaster ride going up and down around and even inside out which is what the modern roller coasters to nowadays; they go inside out and you haven't a clue where up is up and down is down from up. But once I get my hands back on the controls rule will once again be restored this is the natural order of it all. You can be amazed at all the chess blogs that exists you think this is egotistic then read some of the other ones.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

I've Been Read

Yes this blog comes on negative it is in the early mornings which aren't my finest hour. I was just writing about these unproductive hours when suddenly I saw someone leaving a comment. You mean I'm not living in total isolation a kind of solitaire ? Someone actually cares to read the mind who has also written It Never Takes A Genius? Gee I know I'm being published but it doesn't mean much to me if no one reads what I've written. Some one commented. It wasn't a very complimentary comment but it's a start. Just you wait until I can get rolling just you wait and then you will see heaven on earth good will to all God created life for everyone and all to enjoy as Joe Osteen the preacher man of a large following says. That's it I need a little more or a lot more of Joel Osteen the man who gives a feel good approach to all of life's situations including improving at the game of chess. I'm not asking for the moon the stars or the sun as ownership all I ask is for there to be a little ray of hope in my chess game oh please God let me pray and let me produce! Gee I think I'm being beside myself and thanks to Chess tiger another blogger all the hell from Belgium of all places. But I like that....chess players from all over the world who have come together for a common cause now all together let us pray and yell CHECKMATE!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

It Is All About Nerves

Don't you believe me when I say I don't get nervous anymore. I played two exhibition games because I know I'm not up to par my standard play and true to my feelings I lost two of the exhibition games to lower rated players. Now do I have the nerve to go again for a third straight lost let alone a rated game at this point in time? I don't think so. My confidence is shot like my nerves. A little rest and restoration a healing moment in time will do it. Playing a tune up game lets me gauge myself and tell me where I am. It doesn't look like I'm close to a winning streak.

Grieving

Does one mince words when loving or hating the game of chess? Does one....yes one does a game is a love affair it can go very well as well as become a disaster I'm just taking a road not in want of too high a hill nor too deep a hole just a road with which to plant my feet and when that goes and it's time to die I'll do the same as my mother and join the rest of my family up there in heaven. Don't tell me there is no passion that there is no heaven or no hell. Yes I don't know exactly where this is going this is suppose to be about chess but we humans do grieve we hate to lose and yes it is said I lost my mother a week or so when she died but it isn't so bad she made it man she won that game of life defied the odds and lived to 98 and she told me in person she wanted to live to one hundred just a week or so before she took a turn for the worst. If the quality of her life wasn't good then she said die and die she did. In chess life is also reflected and a Crucifixion in games happen some resign when there is not hope to win while a few go on to live though the quality of life is poor there is no winning but life some believe is precious at any level and death is not for us to choose only God decides. But yes chess is but only a game let me not become so foolish no I'm not grieving over a silly game but yet you know my mother did die. How dare I attempt to compare the two. Disregard today's entry.

Watering Eyes From My Mother's Death?

The game brings it on the tension the emotion the mystery and suspense do all there is to bring on the tears the watering the eyes welling from the contest to see who will win and who will lose it is only a game as we remind ourselves.

Approximately seven days ago or on October 30, 2012 of a Saturday in the time I was closing out a game of chess to win or to lose it was that close down to the wire a phone call came from my sister Corey to inform me of the news my mother had passed on and was I upset that the call was made very early in the morning. Exceptions are made for when it is a call of a passing on of one of the dearly beloved and I was not above these exceptions. But nevertheless I was already wide awake at that time to receive the phone call but it had awakened my wife and for her to learn of my mother's death by phone at those ungodly night/morning hours. My eyes were already welling up from the strain of the chess game but one more log added to the torch on fire wasn't going to phase me one way or another. My welling eyes must have been on double duty. Believe me chess is a game of compassion

watering eyes