concentration

so honestly i think all this concentration stuff is lamesauce. i just wanna do stuff with masks becasue masks are tight. i figured out i like sewing from the scholastic bag, so i can actually sew my own masks and stuff. they wouldnt be the most elaborate things, but my mommy says i cant use hte masks at our house cuz theyre "special". and i dont wanna just take a picture of them, cuz masks should be doing what they were made to do: covering faces.
actually i just thoguht about it, and it doesnt have to be straight up masks. these pieces might just have to do with identity and stuff, like when youre dryign your hair and the towel covers your face, or the full face helmets motorcycle riders wear. ill just have to think of someway to tie it all together.
but seriously, i'm not doing this art so i can find myself and reflect on my inner character. i just wanna have fun and enjoy what i'm doing

i just spent spent like 15 hours to finish the bag. i'm beat

i'm so jacked for winter break now. its three weeks away, but its like a half a month long break. its gonna be nice. itd be nice if i could finish this bag though. i think i can handle it, but itd suck if it didnt work out

Tightness

linnea just told me that i can do the artistic heroes thing in my sketchbook, which means that i hvae an extra sketchbook! it's great because this is the second week in a row, and it's nice to be on top on top of things.

i'm pissed i didnt think of this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTRO3cSFUcE

i listened to this when i did art, it was good

song:
Yea... Yea... Ay yo The things I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million people hoping you'll die And niggaz wonder why my heart is full of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a coat hanger I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty was cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could never be sold My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he gave my mother cancer Killing her slow like the Feds did to the Blank Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christain I had a vision of nuclear holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs The severed head of John the Baptist speaking in tongues Like Che Guevara my soliloquies speak to a gun Pain in slow motion like trees that reach for the sun Nigga the preaching is done cause I don't got a DJ Like Reverend Run, I curse the life of any man who kills Benevolent ones, I never asked to be the messenger But I was chosen to speak the words of every African slave Dumped in the ocean, stolen by America Tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history books Your children are holding, internally bleeding, cold blooded Stripped of emotion, I go through the motions, but there's no Life in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a respirator Waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking chair Waiting to fry, sooth in electrocution currently used In my execution, producing thoughts at the speed of light Burning confusion, I'm loosing my sight, breathing is tight The evening is white, I made my peace with the Lord and now I Stand on his right. [Hook] Death is a another part of life.. These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, internally bleeding Angel of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning
poem:

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

october thirteenth, two-thousand-nine

so i was cruisin on the web looking at art related sites when i found this.
http://www.seriouseats.com/recipes/2009/08/how-to-make-pizza-bianca-at-home-recipe.html
lets do it for our art retreat!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fEv3VXPUEs

this video helps me. i hope it helps you.
it probably wont though.
so don't get your hopes up!

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Summer Art

i think its gonna work really well with the rest of my portfolio

i love jordan sooooo muchhh

<3

I'm so coool.