Tattoo Ideas

Final Drawing Project. I chose my research topic, and I chose deer (you can tell I put a lot of thought process into it.) And I was stuck, I didn't to do the symolism of deer because i felt it would be to cheesy. So I learned that the stag in Christian art can be a symbol of ressurection and decided to take it literally. Put deer heads on religious figures. I also wanted to make it look like it was vandalized, so I drew Byzantine era images and then painted some deer heads and stuck them on there. They are really funny looking, I laughed as soon as I stuck the heads on them. I got a good response during critique and my teacher really liked them. So do I hear A+? I hope so.

I think i'm going to go crazzzzy. Final projects are intense. But after this I'm done for a month! Except I have a lot of my own personal projects to do, so no break for me really. At least I'll get to sleep in.
These are the two final stop animations I did, It took awhile because I had to edit each fram individually but it was worth it. They were based on a film by John and Yoko Ono that I watched called "Rape" (it's not what you think.) You can watch it here It's a bit long but I watched the whole thing and didn't mean to, it's really intriguing, and it makes you a little uncomfortable.

(Youtube fucked up te quality really bad, but what can you expect.Oh, and turn your sound on)

I need

a serious adjustment. It's funny how I believe in going after, working hard,and pursuing anything in life minus one aspect. I don't expect you to just fall into my lap, nothing happens that way I know that, I believe that, but it's funny how I let all of you just slip out of my fingers. Maybe because I didn't like you, maybe because I was scared. I don't want to be put into a position where a person can hold onto or destroy my happiness. I don't like being that out of control.

Just a thought.

Art History Notes, November 25.

I still get good grades though!

Peace bones?

Is what I need, I am looking forward to winter break so much, I have a huge workload ahead of me before the semester is over though. A drawing project series, two time studio animations, and a serious english paper. Next semester I'll also be taking French, World Religions, and Painting & Printmaking, three more credits than I need. I also may have to take some summer course if I want to double major in international studies. So busy, but I like it that way.

I bought some thigh-knitted socks on Tuesday, and I haven't taken them off in a couple of days. So comfy and warm! And I leave you with a stop motion experiment I did, we have to do two full length ones in the next couple of weeks,I'm excited.

Past Few Weeks

I've decided to keep this up at least semi-daily. I want to better myself (when do I not actually?) Whether it's just daily writings or poems, or photographs or artwork I'm doing. Maybe even what I'm wearing, who knows. The thing I don't like about blogs is I feel they're slightly ego-centric, but the American society is based on egocentrism (that's a word, I looked it up, don't tell me it's not macbook.) so if you can't beat them join 'em I guess?
Anyway, we'll see how it goes. I'm going to go buy a new sketchbook(my old one's falling apart) and a chai tea latte. Frivolous spending? Yeah, maybe a little.

I took these photographs for my photography project class, they weren't supposed to be good, I didn't want them to be, but he really liked them. How bizarre.

He touches you violently like maybe
he's throwing stones, and touches the curves of your bones and teeth

and pushes beneath your ribcage, where you keep secrets
clamped up like pearls.Cleans them off and strings them together, a necklace maybe, but too tight.
You press his head to bathroom tiles and tell him that even though his thoughts fly awake like birds, you cage them and feed them arsenic,but you love them anyway, love them and tell them not to lie lie lie
lay
with me and I'll whisper from the headboard
that I don't love but I'm getting close.I see you picking me over and vines crawl up my legs and bloom lilies on my thighs.
I can not take care of this I say, I can not take care of something I don't know.
I turn over and tell you that one day

I will have something to offer.
Here, here is a hand.
And I will thumb your pages and calm fevers.

It is something quiet
I have now
dangerous maybe,

but
I still grow gardens starting from my toenails,
and weed out poisons.

A girl lights a cigarette in a crowded room. Fleeting angel in smoke. But she is nothing nothing nothing but a machine clicking and ticking and wanting and not getting.

She thinks how the only difference between a body and a corpse is breath and blood.

A boy lays down on a box of springs. He remembers fucking you on the bathroom floor and his hands get antsy. He tries to remember that he is not chemical. That he is not and you are not and that both of you were not, just clanking bones and air escaping between teeth.

They sit quiet and tense, like love
between them is something dangerous,a good disease maybe, like the West Nile Virus.
He had grown tired of her after the first two years and found a girl on Lantern street who spoke four different languages and had a knack for kleptomania and heroin.

She still puts notes inside of his coat pockets before work, the last one said, "I blame you for my three abortions."

Things tear quick and easy like rice paper.

But Love, you are
bright . And on a warm day in October I found you sleeping on my pillow. And I wanted to let you know,
that I haven't lit another cigarette.