summurtyme

Good first day of summer vacation.

-Cleaned bathroom, kitchen, and living room.
-Painted a small portrait of Lady Gaga. (for her V magazine contest) She turned out kinda Mexican though. (see above).
-Walked, worked, walked.
-Watched ANTM season finale (finally).
-Face mask, Facebook chatting with mother.

Tomorrow?

Jog! Work! Reading! Hurray!

Death day: an explanation.

I have deemed today, "Death Day." Why, Heaven? Why so terrible and life-threatening? This. Is. Why.

-Today I had an interview at 10:30. Free People. Gotta look cute. Woke up at 7 am.
-Interviewed, came back, headed to class.
-Endured 2 classes. Bonus! last class was canceled and I spent the time watching Oprah instead.
-Home. Time to pack for California. Here's where the whole death part begins...
-I plan on watching Glee at 8 and then sleeping from 9 to 11:30ish. At 11:30, I will wake up and prepare myself for the bus. The bus? YES THE BUS. The last bus leaves at 12:13. I will then take this last bus to the downtown light rail station. From there, I will take the light rail to Seattle Tacoma airport. I will then SPEND THE NIGHT/CONSUME ENERGY DRINKS at the airport in order to stay awake until 6:30 am, when my flight leaves.

"Heaven that's stupid, why wouldn't you just wake up early in the morning and go to the airport then?"
I would. Oh, I so would. But the first bus runs at 6:24 am...6 minutes before my flight leaves. So there is no other way of me getting to the airport.

Needless to say, I am nervous about this whole situation, but I don't really have another way of getting to the airport...so...that's that.

Thoughts, oh hey.

Blog! What's up! Here I sit at my friend's house after spending the night, sipping tea and watching The Soup.

I've been following a couple Seattle street style blogs lately and I think that they generally aren't the most inventive. Now that I possess Le Camera Extrordinaire, aka Canon Rebel TSI, I have a little bit more legroom in photographing objects with accuracy and control. Maybe I should up the ante and start photographing people myself? I'd need to "go out" more often but that doesn't bother me ;) [winky face aka most awkward face ever].

I dunno. I always want to take on projects but never follow through. I think that's my main hurdle in life.

Post numbah two of my re-commitment.

Hi y'all. Sitting in a coffee shop (Fremont Coffee Company) attempting to be cool by sipping a cappuccino and eating single origin artisan chocolate, no big.

BUT what is more artistically relevant was this morning's Image and Narration class. Not only did I take on the fun in-class assignment of drawing Lady Gaga in various states of abstraction, but my classmates and I also shared 3 of our favorite influences. Not just for art, but for life in general. Here were mine:

Harry.

Disney.

Bowie.

I could go on and on about my influences and why I love them, and what they have done to personally impact me and the world but I won't. Maybe later. What was more interesting were some of the influences that my classmates presented. Particularly this artistic process video...it positively gives me chills:

SUPAKITCH x KORALIE x POSCA from elr°y on Vimeo.

And this terribly creepy short animation, titled Alma.

Alma from Rodrigo Blaas on Vimeo.

Its. ALIVE.

I SHOULD BLOG MORE, so here I am.

This is a medium for creativity, why not take advantage of it? I must admit, once my blogging buddies started dropping off the radar, I became less and less interested in participating. But, as much as I love and appreciate my blogging buddies, I don't need to blog just because they do, and if they do blog more often, then all the better! This really should be an experiment for me, personally.

Time for a blog re-vamp. New quarter, new classes, new goals (new clothes). I solemnly swear (that I am up to no good) that I will blog once a week.

Back to basics: art. I had my first class of Spring quarter today, Image & Narriation, and check out my textbook...

Understanding Comics by Scott McCloud

This isn't a comics class, but the textbook really brings light to narritive thought and process. It is exciting to read and easy to understand. Looks like for once I will actually be reading my textbook...

So anyway, while reading, I came across a reference to Max Ernst's A Week of Kindness. Surreal, collage, and comic-y! 

My favorite frame. Surreal.

Many of the pieces depict morphed half-human-bird-lion creatures, but are drawn in a careful, deliberate, and detailed way. It suggests that these creatures are indeed a part of reality, and are as real as the carefully carved and upholstered chair that they stand beside.

Tumbl'd

http://bunnyeyes.tumblr.com/

Yes, I made another tumblr. This one will be devoted to reblogs and general random-ness. (If you can recall, my first tumblr is devoted to pictures for my family back home in California.)

So, GO!

Expectations

Photo Credit: {this is glamourous}

Do you ever let your imagination run wild and then end up disappointed that reality doesn't match up to your dreams? I have this problem often. I realized this a year or so ago and ever since have been attempting to suppress my dreams of perfection to the back of my head, but they still pop up and push their way through. My primary source of fanciful dreams? Holidays.

Perhaps not Christmas, because as I've previously wrote, my Christmas traditions (usually) leave me with nothing to expect. Which is a good thing. But these open ended holidays, mainly New Year's and Valentine's day, are the ones that trouble me the most. Their possibilities are endless and the way that the media, magazines, and/or artistic bloggers hype them, I have no choice but to expect for events to pan out similarly to their ideals. Does this make sense?

For example, think of the ideal New Year's bash. Most women are wearing sparkling cocktail dresses, hair coiffed perfectly, in the most seductive of heels, donning fun party hats or glasses, while sipping champagne. Am I right? The icing on the cake of this fantasy is the gorgeous and devoted guy on her arm, simultaneously ready to get a little crazy and sweep her off her feet in a new year's kiss. When these realities don't work out for me, (which is, EVERY YEAR OF MY LIFE) I can't help but be disappointed. Because I mean, this is reality right? This is what we expect to happen!

And here we are, on the eve of Valentine's day, the events of the past year are looming on my doorstep, and I'm afraid that tomorrow they will rule my day. My expectations of a sweet date, a pretty dress, and maybe a romantic dessert were shattered one year ago, and they will be shattered again tomorrow. I can't help but think of this day and connect it with all that I can't have, which then ruins all that I can have: delicious chocolates, cute cards, and fun with friends.

I am trying really hard to accept what I can and can't have, while simultaneously trying to weasel some romance out of the dregs of my life.