Three o’clock
Three in the morning and I’m still awake. Finals are over. I’ve nothing to do except pack up my life and move things to storage, then go home.
Why am I not asleep…?
1. Sherlock Season 2 (but that only lasted until ten thirty pm)
2. Late night pizza that took up the rest of Sunday, and the first few minutes of today.
3. When I get back to my dorm building a Garbage Conundrum occurred, so I stayed awake to help… and the stench of some of what we had to throw out dispelled what vestiges of sleep I had left in me at that point.
4. Laundry. Packing. I was awake, after all, and had to do something to inch back into the realm of sleep.
5. Now I’m just hungry. What the heck. This is horrifying.
at the end of the day
this past weekend wasn’t what I expected it to be.
it was long, harrowing, and incredibly disappointing in so many ways.
but at the end of each day, something happened to dispel all of the negativity caused by everything in between.
today I am thankful that those opportunities were given to me, and that all the bad things happened, because it made me appreciate what was good about it.
two weeks left before freshman year ends.
I know I promised I wouldn’t try, but sometimes it’s better to have no regrets, no matter how painful it may feel afterward.
Crickets
Lightning, like lightning those fingers dance
Across the frets; magical, ethereal
Sound multiplies in the narrow hall
Echoing into infinity
Electric shocks — through the body
Urging
Segue into movement, absorb
The reverberations
The tremors
Translated to fluid motion
Eyes remain closed
We are attuned, he and I
A decorative trill
And twitching lips
He knows how to get me going
All thoughts discarded
Launch into a series
Of skipping steps, lunges, pirouettes
Slide out of gentle legato
Into energetic staccatto
Twisting feet, playful strings
Warm, rich vocals fill the room
Between we two
The profoundest of all silences
In a sound-filled room
It’s another one of those nights
When the darkness cannot lull me to sleep, there is an urge to create something beautiful, but a fear that it will be a failure holds it back.
Sometimes something beautiful will seduce the senses; they are proof of a lingering sense of magic.
There are people who have it in them to be something incredible, something that transcends all barriers to send a message no one can mistake for anything else.
It’s another one of those nights.
Nights when I wish my senses were more sensitive.
Nights when I hope and dream that I can be.
Nights when all I can think of is how I can touch other people’s lives as those with magic can.
I wish with all my might that magic were more real somehow, or that we can all retain the faith that all children have, instead of the cynical incredulousness that comes with age.
Midterms!
It is that time of the semester again.
These are some of the drawings I’ve included in my figure drawing portfolio.
Mid-week creativity is healthy
Last semester, Wednesdays were horrible for me because I didn’t like the class I had on that day. Now, because I enjoy my Wednesday class, creativity comes naturally.
We are currently working on a movement spurred on by cubism, called the Futurist movement, where fragmentation suggests motion within the image.
This is the sketch after glazing, to seal in pencil marks.
Here it is in progress. I much prefer it in its previous state, but paint I must!
Bite Me
This is what I get for putting off making my video project up until the final allotted week.
Image via Wikipedia
There were no cameras with which to film.
I had a sound recorder, but I needed to film before determining the exact nature of the sound I would require.
Cameras available mid-week. YES. Filming done within twenty-four hours.
Return camera on Friday. Keep tape to upload on Saturday.
Saturday comes… and with it comes the realization that a camera is needed to upload footage on tape. Crap. ALL CAMERAS ARE CHECKED OUT. Need to wait until Sunday evening for a technician to come in and help out.
…
Sunday evening rolls around- YES. THERE IS A CAMERA WITH WHICH I CAN UPLOAD FOOTAGE.
My video is due Tuesday morning. I still have no sounds recorded for this thing.
You know what?
It is CRAM TIME.
A Day In The Life
Of an art student.
Painting the still life.
My friend's paint-box... Doctor Who
The fourth study... is still a gesso-ed blank slate
Part three - drapery (as unidentifiable as it is...)
Parts one and two - the teapot and the banana peel on the gesso jar
Part four, finished days later - the man in profile
The palette after six hours of painting
This much tape after six hours... IT STARES AT ME
A series of four studies in the Impressionist style. “Have fun with the paint!” said our professor. Yes… And the tape too. Tape-monster! This is the story of my Wednesday life.
