new

hug.

-painting on raw canvas

come home.

-acrylic glazing project

day.

(i am an art major for at least one reason: how painting stuff like this takes you back to 3rd grade)

-modeling paste exercise

night. (bad photo colors on this one, as usual.)

-modeling paste exercise

some wisdom

dont fart in front of the oscillating fan

(unless you really mean it)

:D

grace

my dear Friend, i have missed You.

dear because i fancy to disagree with You

and fight with You

and wish my will for my own sake

and pretend quite convincingly that You can be unraveled just as You were wound

until to blush when i hear of You

like a flower that blooms at night

that You silently kiss and tuck in Your coat pocket

the one on the left, just by the heart

proving you noticed

until i wish of  Your bias

like the spot in Your mind that holds the music

tilted out in your own voice

my favorite voice

Your favorite grace

i'll just lay here and listen

just sing whatever you want

which hat?

looking...looking...

shrug.

i was wondering if anyone could tell me what i should be when i get around to growing up...

wondering if anyone had any good suggestions...

or strange suggestions...

or light and fluffy suggestions...

lemmeknow.

in progress

our assignment this time in painting class is to paint all the tones in on a picture and then to go over again with transparent color (kinda like coloring an old photograph).  this is stage one in the process that i finished up at a picnic table in the park today.  stay tuned for further stages.

i stole the picture from my roomate's vogue magazine, so i cant take credit for how amazing the image is :)

speaking of in progress, here's your verse of the day, kids...

in case we share the same fear that we'll outlive our chances:

"...He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ."

-or The Message version-

"there has never been the slightest doubt in my mind that the God who started this great work in you would keep at it and bring it to a flourishing finish on the very day Christ Jesus appears."

art and and the finer aspects of obeying traffic signals

well kids, here's some art for ya

i put up two pictures of the same painting because it's really hard to take a good picture of a shiny canvas...the actual colors of it are somewhere between the two images.  the assignment was to paint without the use of white or black.  

this is an etching print, done with acid eating away at the spots i designate it to on a copper plate.  this will have more versions up soon because i keep changing the plate.  we  had a little student art show this last week and i actually sold this image printed on pages of old robert frost poems.  the money goes to the art department...but i think this might be the first piece that i have sold to a total stranger...kind of exciting :)

(in case the photo is exceptionally and characteristically crappy, it is a tree whose arm has turned into a typewriter while another arm types...the assignment was to make a surreal image that also gave the idea of space)

this is a "linocut," print which means on a linoleum block i carved away all that is white in the picture, inked it, and ran it through a press.  it's called "love your neighbor as yourself."  i really like this one but i think i only got, like, a B on it.

in other news, i almost accidentally stepped out in front of a bus today- 

i had just got out of school and my mind was completely distracted when i got to the corner i was going to cross that is in front of the school.  the sign going down the street said green...so i thought that meant me...but my sign was red.  so i stepped down off the curb and looked left and this bus was coming super fast with its blinker on to go right.  since i thought it was my turn i was a second away from just stepping in front of it- i just thought he would stop because apparently i am a little to overtrusting of traffic lights.  through the haze of my tiredness i think God just stepped in and stopped me.  when i saw the bus go past me i realized how gnarly that could have been.  

it was surreal to walk safely across the street, knowing i had just escaped smearing my body all over the pavement...it was like those books with two endings...or like a soul passing into heaven on a bridge over hell thinking, "that could have been me down there."  

*shudder*

let me tell you, that's enough to wake you up.