On Auto Pilot

Feed information in.

Paper spits out.

Inventory, data, spreadsheet, log, blog, blah.

I feel so much time is spent on mundanity and ordinary office work that my mind no longer functions as it used to.

I used to think in color--technicolor in fact.

It had swirls and flourishes-large canvasas splashed with flashy color and shape.

Now my brain works in charts and graphs-working to solve simple problems, mathematically. Solutions to other peoples problems are calculated with almost robotic force. I don't feel it.

I want to run inside my brain with gesso and cover the ordinary so I can start over. Tabula Rasa.

Then begin the repainting.

throw a little orange down--splatter a little pink and green and swirl some green.

There's so much canvas! I can't stop there! Why not put a few lines of yellow...oooh...now some blue....deeep blue.

I sound crazy.

But when was the last time I painted?

When was the last time I did something random and unnecessary just for the sake of doing it?

Everything seems so planned now.

It's written and documented--labeled and scheduled.

Why does everything have to be so sterile?

Wagon's Ho!

I never wanna drink again.
Like ever.
Great way to start my first blog in forever.
I feel like I swallowed a great white whale and it is now flipping over in my stomach....uh--there it goes....

I know I have made the resolution never to make resolutions--but I think I'm resolved now that I have to resolve to make the resolution to stop drinking, resolutely.
yeah.
SO--if you see me with another f-ing shot in my hand, you have my permission to smack me upside the head. Hard if necessary.

On the plus side; I think I lost at least 5 pounds in puke last night, and with the recession in full swing-I should save a ton not drinking. Now if I could just quit smoking.....

One vice at a time.

Home, Something, Home.

I have just finished my latest and some would argue not my greatest project....but whatever. It was a labour of something, not love. Welled up ookieness mostly.
I built a model of my childhood home--good fun ya'll, as we all know THAT was a hoot.
So I haven't much else to say.
I have pictures.
I'm glad this project is over.
Got therapy?

SO this is the outside of the home:


And this is a lovely scene featuring my family...give them a hand...


And here are some aerial shots of the whole project:

This was room:

And this was our piano-actually still is since we still have it (well not the model...the real thing...but you know what I mean, I hope.)

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My Beloved Monster

So another fun project we did recently was to create a game and play it to show interaction and creativity in play. Ours was a recreation of the Surrealists "Exquisite Corpse" .
This sounds more creepy than what it is; three artists working on a drawing separate from each other to create one cohesive (or sometimes not so much) piece.
Our spin on this was to make it 3-d and more of a monster than a person. We separated into 3 separate groups. Then we all brought in random materials, set them on a table and had 30 seconds to ravage a table for supplies to build our section of the monster.
Our group had the middle section--it turned out pretty hilarious.

this is a part of the piece that I did, from the middle section--it is a baby alien being born :)

Pass The Goods

We've started our second project for core, a performance art piece. Our group-two other girls and myself have decided to hand out cards to frazzled commuters encouraging them to "pass the goods". Each card will contain an encouraging slogan and info about our project.
I really hope you'll all check it out---we're totally excited about this ongoing piece and its ramifications :)

And remember to Pass the Goods along to someone you see who looks like they need some cheering up :)

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Gimme Shelter

I don't hate my major anymore.This is owed largely in part to the fact that I changed my major back to Fine Arts, and within a week I have created a cool group piece for a show that we did. The piece was all about creating a nomadic refuge, some place that we would want to spend time in and would be able to take with us. Our theme was comfortable and eco-friendly. We sewed panels for the walls for what seemed like years, and were effectionately named the sweat shop due to the 3 of us hunched over sewing machines well into the night. It was beautiful.But seriously. .

In addition, we each had to do a personal project that would pertain to the project-mine was a stuffed clock which was both practical and pretty (if I may say so).May I also say that though I now resemble the Hunchback of Notre Dame after a week straight of my sweatshop conditions (we did finally go on strike and demand union pay and decent wages...) I am so excited to be making stuff in 3-d that means something to me
In other news: this weekend was the Baltimore Tattoo Convention, and since I have absolutely no willpower whatsoever, I went and got my first tattoo (you remember the dogwood) upgraded from one, to a whole branch of loveliness. The artist not only "branched out" but she added oodles of fun color which I have gone crazy for.

This is the "Before" with the original tattoo surrounded by her freehanded sketch on my back.

And this is the AMAZING Sunday's (artist's name) design finished. I want to go back in June and get a full sleeve done by her....she's so gifted