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new trinkets from my brain

for the Drug Call 4 Art at school

for a personal series I've started:

Fffffffffound

It's been a long time, long time, shouldnt have left you, left you without an epiphany?

 After so many years of hodgepodge bullshit artistic statements, I think I finally understands my artistic intent with photography. It was the greatest, most quiet and natural coming to terms experience of my life and now everything makes sense...! As artificial as it sounds, someone commented on one of my photos on my Flickr, and it just brought out this huge run-on sentence response. Within that reaction I literally summarized to myself what it is that I want to investigate and further develop with my photography and it brought a much, MUCH needed cohesiveness and concentration to my photography. Its a great feeling I have been needing for a while. 

*M E N T A L   D E P A R T U R E // T H I S   I S   W H Y   I   A M   S I N G L E*

________________

I'm sorry. But I can't sympathize with someone who lets this stupid, pathetic mainstream teenage incentive rule the way they think and therefore lead them to make decisions only to impress their less than genuine peers. No way. Think a little and respect yourself and for once don't try to be what these empty jars of superficiality that you call acquaintances tell you to be. 

Listening to Chromatics and working on more triangle pieces.

Clearly

A visual update of my life

Vein Sensations!

The closer and closer I get to experiencing 3 days of Sasquatch, the more and more sensitive my veins are when practicing the sensation of blood rushing through them in the name of the euphoric good time that is about to ensue. 

::I//can't//wait::

Also,  I hate to be that cliche college student who goes to a liberal arts college and feels the need to reference Alice In Wonderland everytime she finds something aesthetically pleasing and/or "trippy!", but please look at this.

Cody Madison Style Shotz

So my dear friend Cody Madison is applying to work at Buffalo Exchange and they needed some "shots" to I guess "determine" whether or not he is "hip"  and/or has "style". Personally, I think he looks bangin' and wears his shit well, so this was a fun one to do, and hopefully my photos help him get the job! :)

(Hahahahaha)

Oh and here are some of my favorites:

"Cody and His Peacoat"

"Cody and His Grimace" (my personal favorite)

"Cody and His Peacoat 2"

"Cody and His Crystal Castles Stance"

"Cody and The Shit On The Ground"

"Cody and His Balancing Act"

It's just my birthday, its just a rainy day

Nineteen years old. Really? 

Third Grader Street Cred

My chipped tooth n' messed up bike make me feel like a gnarly 3rd grader.  

You Have No Idea How Important Your Expression Is

Going to United States of Electronica last night was the closest thing to having my heartbroken brain replaced with the idea that there is still love out there for me to give and get. 

[Thanks for the photos Marybeth!http://www.flickr.com/photos/marybethsc/]

Also, I have been listening to this Four Tet remix of "Weight of My Words" by Kings of Convenience over n over n over and it makes me think about this summer and how good it will be and how much I need it.

Countdowns of things to look forward to:

My birthday: 23 days

Sasquatch/Lauren's Birthday: 28 days

Photo Show: 36 days

Schools out!: 49 days 

Geometry Lesson 101

Triangles, while strong at the base, prove their strength further when they cover your face. This will surely require more artistic investigation. 

Crying in Public

Me and Anthony decided that tonight would be a good night for some spoken word at the Darkroom Gallery downtown. I was working on a new piece about, well, you know... and I really like it. I finished the second half of the piece while sitting in my seat nervously waiting for my name to be called. 

I don't think I have ever read a poem with so much "umph!" before in my life. I said what I needed to say. I also had to stop myself from crying in front of strangers. One day, I hope he hears it.

Recovery pt. II

Spring Quarter.

Smoking Fiend.

Drinking Deemed.

Reminiscing Remote Control.

Spoken Word Sleuth.

Good friends.

All of a sudden, I think I got what I needed.

Please, please, please don't let this leave me.

On a side note, fuck the sound of my roommate and her boyfriend kissing like retarded lovers. FUCK.

Recovery

...Mass transit shadow puppets...

I'm listening to the Amelie soundtrack and looking at pictures I took on Coney Island. What is my problem? I want it all back.

Also. Me walking Brooklyn Bridge at night? That's the kind of shit you look back on and say "Yeah, that was a good moment in my youth."