UNICORN!
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Music and Unicorn
My dad got an mp3 player from my stepbrother. He had been wanting something to play music with for a wile and I'm glad he got it. Now it just means I have to upload all his CD's. That is what I have been doing all day. It is worth it too, I get to add to my own music collection. I didn't get much drawing/crafting done though but look!
Friday, January 13, 2012
2 Legs Better then 4?
Last night I was so tired I messed up the pattern I was working on. I now have a two legged horse thing. Worse yet he does not stand. If he did stand I could say it works because he looks cool from the side but no that didn't work.
I think I will attempted this one again but not today. I have a few bigger projects to work on.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
12 Hour Day
I had a long day. 12 hours flitting back and forth with only 30 minutes at home for lunch. I ended up with a lot of extra time on my hands any way. Human Growth and Development got out early so wile waiting for math I sat out in the hall to draw. As soon as I sat down a teacher walked out, spotted me, and asked if I was protesting with a sit in. After which someone nearly tripped over me, I made some comment about how that would make my day, I mean really I was in the middle of the hall it would have been funny. The person said that could be arranged.
The happy moment didn't last long. Within 5 minutes a guard told me I couldn't sit on the floor. The guy who can't watch where he is going probably tattled.
The next thing I have to say is I saw what could have been at least 100,000 birds flying close together. It was just one of those things you look and stare in wonder....course that was snapped as soon as I looked back down and saw a dog walking in front of my car. No, I didn't hit him.
I picked up some red felt and crochet thread wile I was in between classes. Wile I was there I saw a 5.5 by 8.5 sketch book and was filled with instant want. That size would be perfect for one drawing a page but for $8-9 it wasn't worth it. I dragged myself away only to be smacked with a buy one get one free sign. That paired with Wednesday military id discount I couldn't resist. Now I get to scold myself for not finishing my big sketch book first. Heck I can't even say I am 1/8 of the way done. It is a big sketchbook.
I went scouting the area around the Science building. There where many buildings that would be nice to draw but today it was raining. I ended up staying in the building for a good hour. I also watched those that work there run around trying to figure out what is going on with the rooms. They still have little clue of what is going on where. I did make it to class today only to find my join for biology stabbed. I felt like I was back in highschool, the teacher had all the grace of a student is speech class and like speech class I found myself hearing every few words as I fought to stay awake.
She even said om after every sentence.
I can get through this. Me, My MD hot fudge sundae, and the fact that the check a check out lady said I had it going on.
Late post is late. It took me a good 2 hours to realize I had started typing but failed to finish.
The happy moment didn't last long. Within 5 minutes a guard told me I couldn't sit on the floor. The guy who can't watch where he is going probably tattled.
The next thing I have to say is I saw what could have been at least 100,000 birds flying close together. It was just one of those things you look and stare in wonder....course that was snapped as soon as I looked back down and saw a dog walking in front of my car. No, I didn't hit him.
I picked up some red felt and crochet thread wile I was in between classes. Wile I was there I saw a 5.5 by 8.5 sketch book and was filled with instant want. That size would be perfect for one drawing a page but for $8-9 it wasn't worth it. I dragged myself away only to be smacked with a buy one get one free sign. That paired with Wednesday military id discount I couldn't resist. Now I get to scold myself for not finishing my big sketch book first. Heck I can't even say I am 1/8 of the way done. It is a big sketchbook.
I went scouting the area around the Science building. There where many buildings that would be nice to draw but today it was raining. I ended up staying in the building for a good hour. I also watched those that work there run around trying to figure out what is going on with the rooms. They still have little clue of what is going on where. I did make it to class today only to find my join for biology stabbed. I felt like I was back in highschool, the teacher had all the grace of a student is speech class and like speech class I found myself hearing every few words as I fought to stay awake.
She even said om after every sentence.
I can get through this. Me, My MD hot fudge sundae, and the fact that the check a check out lady said I had it going on.
Late post is late. It took me a good 2 hours to realize I had started typing but failed to finish.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Everything is Art Problem
I saw a person today, like every other day, try say Everything is Art. I hate this statement.
The world isn't so nice and you can't make everything special by saying someone put something into making what they made. You know who does make everything special? Paranoid people.
Those people often use DaDa as an example. Dadism took place post World War 1 as a protest against barbarianism by using extreme irritation and rejection of standards. I think a World War is a pretty good reason to go extreme....and a bit crazy with what you do. I don't see teenagers, because those are the biggest culprits, as having quite as good of a reason.
They say art is about expression. I say art should stay defined as skill. If you don't know the way to express how can you put it into art? Unskilled artists don't know how small details, such as the way a person holds their hand, can drastically change the feel of a piece of art. Nor can they enact it in a painting. Through gaining skill you expand the mind to understand expression, to gain those ideas that reach others.
The person said just because you don't understand it doesn't mean others won't. This was after mentioned of urinals, vomit, and shit, basically things I don't want to understand. I hope others wouldn't want to understand ether. I may not understand that "Art" but I've been drawing all my life and can understand a bit about the artist. We use the ideas we have at the time and based on my experience, never, have as much meaning as the viewer will try and drudge up. Our art is not our children, it is not special to us. (Though I must say I'm softer at heart then my peers at times.)
If we can make money off of what we make, we will do so. I'll let you in on a secret too. Artist are cons. If we can sell you on some bull shit, we will do it. There is a reason Modern art does well. The faster it can be made the faster it can sell.
The Everything is Art mentality is destructive. Why achieve anything if everything you do can make the cut? It really is a childish thing not to have standards.
I can't say much about art after the 1800's. Often I don't like it. This is a period of great change in art where the break from perfect realism really gets going. If you look at the artists lives, Picasso, Vincent Van Gogh, why they are still called artists, and why others are not.
I did not mean for the post to go in this direction but I thought it would be a nice look into my own thoughts on a topic that affects anyone who looks at art or speaks on it. After it all I have to wonder if I should speak it at all. I don't know my history, I'm not much on technical, and I don't have any way of telling you what art is. All I can tell you is what it is not. It is not undeliberate, it is not done on line paper, it is not careless.
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I met my English teacher today. I like her but I have a nagging feeling of something that I'm not too sure of. I can't say much on my class we went over the semester and what our major was.
I told her I was an art major and she says she doesn't get many art majors. She told me as well, "Get out (of this state), as soon as you can."
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I used up my extra time to post the above so I'm a bit behind my goal for today. I do have more bracelets to show though.
The darker blue I ran out of and the lighter blue really looks bad. I should starch it so it lays flat but that won't happen.
The world isn't so nice and you can't make everything special by saying someone put something into making what they made. You know who does make everything special? Paranoid people.
Those people often use DaDa as an example. Dadism took place post World War 1 as a protest against barbarianism by using extreme irritation and rejection of standards. I think a World War is a pretty good reason to go extreme....and a bit crazy with what you do. I don't see teenagers, because those are the biggest culprits, as having quite as good of a reason.
They say art is about expression. I say art should stay defined as skill. If you don't know the way to express how can you put it into art? Unskilled artists don't know how small details, such as the way a person holds their hand, can drastically change the feel of a piece of art. Nor can they enact it in a painting. Through gaining skill you expand the mind to understand expression, to gain those ideas that reach others.
The person said just because you don't understand it doesn't mean others won't. This was after mentioned of urinals, vomit, and shit, basically things I don't want to understand. I hope others wouldn't want to understand ether. I may not understand that "Art" but I've been drawing all my life and can understand a bit about the artist. We use the ideas we have at the time and based on my experience, never, have as much meaning as the viewer will try and drudge up. Our art is not our children, it is not special to us. (Though I must say I'm softer at heart then my peers at times.)
If we can make money off of what we make, we will do so. I'll let you in on a secret too. Artist are cons. If we can sell you on some bull shit, we will do it. There is a reason Modern art does well. The faster it can be made the faster it can sell.
The Everything is Art mentality is destructive. Why achieve anything if everything you do can make the cut? It really is a childish thing not to have standards.
I can't say much about art after the 1800's. Often I don't like it. This is a period of great change in art where the break from perfect realism really gets going. If you look at the artists lives, Picasso, Vincent Van Gogh, why they are still called artists, and why others are not.
I did not mean for the post to go in this direction but I thought it would be a nice look into my own thoughts on a topic that affects anyone who looks at art or speaks on it. After it all I have to wonder if I should speak it at all. I don't know my history, I'm not much on technical, and I don't have any way of telling you what art is. All I can tell you is what it is not. It is not undeliberate, it is not done on line paper, it is not careless.
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I met my English teacher today. I like her but I have a nagging feeling of something that I'm not too sure of. I can't say much on my class we went over the semester and what our major was.
I told her I was an art major and she says she doesn't get many art majors. She told me as well, "Get out (of this state), as soon as you can."
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I used up my extra time to post the above so I'm a bit behind my goal for today. I do have more bracelets to show though.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Not This Again!
The trend of me missing my first day of class needs to stop.
The section of the school that I needed to get too was across a 4 lane street. Not only that but the cross walk was literally right before a merging section so if there was a break in traffic a car took it. I was lucky that this didn't make me late but I found out they changed the room numbers last minute. I had no idea where I was suppose to be and the numbers on the door had two listed. I was not going to wonder around after two other classes and massive amounts of walking to try and find this out. I made up my mind to go home and check the website.
Back through the cross walk I go. It took me about 20 minutes to make it back to the car. Once I do make it back I have the lovely realization that I don't have my coat. Better yet, my car keys where in the pocket. My trying to leave the class silently as possible made me careless. To the class room again.
This is where my cowardly ways are reveled. I could not bring myself to come back half an hour later and walk in on the teacher wile he lectured in front of the class. I retreated to the tactic of waiting it out. Right when I go to sit down I was asked if I was lost.
Now I am going to break from the story to say this was not the first time today I was asked that. I'm hoping that it is the fact I look pretty young to most people and not that I have a dazed stupid look on my face.
I explain and he asks me questions, "What room?, What was it?," and finally after my ramblings he goes to get it. When I say ramblings, I mean ramblings, I even called after him with "I love you, you know that right?" Yes I am one of those awful people that uses love in completely poor contest. I thank him and he says something along the lines of "It's alright, I'm the boss and I can do that."
My jacket was returned to me and I set off giggling into the night. I really am a pussy.
The section of the school that I needed to get too was across a 4 lane street. Not only that but the cross walk was literally right before a merging section so if there was a break in traffic a car took it. I was lucky that this didn't make me late but I found out they changed the room numbers last minute. I had no idea where I was suppose to be and the numbers on the door had two listed. I was not going to wonder around after two other classes and massive amounts of walking to try and find this out. I made up my mind to go home and check the website.
Back through the cross walk I go. It took me about 20 minutes to make it back to the car. Once I do make it back I have the lovely realization that I don't have my coat. Better yet, my car keys where in the pocket. My trying to leave the class silently as possible made me careless. To the class room again.
This is where my cowardly ways are reveled. I could not bring myself to come back half an hour later and walk in on the teacher wile he lectured in front of the class. I retreated to the tactic of waiting it out. Right when I go to sit down I was asked if I was lost.
Now I am going to break from the story to say this was not the first time today I was asked that. I'm hoping that it is the fact I look pretty young to most people and not that I have a dazed stupid look on my face.
I explain and he asks me questions, "What room?, What was it?," and finally after my ramblings he goes to get it. When I say ramblings, I mean ramblings, I even called after him with "I love you, you know that right?" Yes I am one of those awful people that uses love in completely poor contest. I thank him and he says something along the lines of "It's alright, I'm the boss and I can do that."
My jacket was returned to me and I set off giggling into the night. I really am a pussy.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Crochet Bracelets
I was hit with massive amounts of inspiration unexpectedly today in the form of a blog called Chasing the Frill. Love the name and the crafts featured are simple and cute. One post featured a photo frame and I instantly wanted to work on my own round object. After a bit of debating I used a few of my bangles for these bracelets. I didn't want to use any of my nice colored ones, even though they where cheaper, and settled on one of my bigger, little more costly, set. The metal was starting to tarnish. The yellow one is a bit big for a bracelet but who is to say it won't make a good something else?
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