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[Nov. 23rd, 2009|09:06 am] |
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finally finished my final 21 page comic for my independent comic publishing class. enrolled for class next semester and am taking animation, a studio class taught by gladys nilsson (wife of jim nutt), an etching class and two art histories. it's a shame that all the interesting humanities and science classes always fill up so rapidly, I would like to wrap my brain around something not related to the art world. recently read skyscrapers of the midwest and it might be one of the best comics I have read this year apart from monsters by ken dahl.
I am embroidering my favorite sets of teeth onto hand-dyed old doilies for my final fibers project. those are my tooths.
I have basically living at aaron's place for the past couple of weeks. my hand can't leave his side.
I really love this quote: "children are not quite us & not quite other, they are our others or they are becoming other. they are at a dangerous point." |
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|08:26 pm] |
too happy and too busy lately to really post here regularly. last week I saw mount eerie in a really bad venue. but it was such an amazing show, so much fog, so much drumming. it was the first time I did not get to say hello to phil at a show though, which was upsetting. drinking sassafras tea even though I was told it would lead to liver damage. it is getting so bitter and nippy outside. aaron took that photo. I'm really happy he exists, to say the least. we biked eleven miles the other day. |
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[Oct. 6th, 2009|11:13 pm] |
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I don't know if it's the loop dehumanizing me as talya suggests. but the city is really giving me the blues. I was home in the suburbs for the weekend and I can not express the peace I felt to sleep in complete silence and awake to gold sunlight peeking through my window and my cat curled beside me. to drive through the forest perserves and see leaves already letting out their little swan songs. instead of the mourning doves I have sirens and a jackhammer. instead of silence and empty streets, I have to dodge human traffic to get somewhere. I don't want to see another person with shopping bags or have another man ask me for change that I DO NOT HAVE BECAUSE I AM A POOR STUDENT DO YOU NOT SEE THE TWO DOLLARS SHOES CUTTING INTO MY FEET?
I'm going to retreat this winter. I want to rent a cabin (with whatever dream money, right) and have a little gas stove to myself. maybe a cat. alot of wool blankets. I miss icicles. shit I am a sap.
"OH MOUNTAINS!" I watched an interview with stan brakhage today and he discussed how he was afraid of nature because of his asthma and how it destroyed any romantic notion of the mountains he lived in with his wife. however, it left him respecting nature out of fear. I want this type of humbling experience.
I want nature to frighten me into realizing just how fragile I am.
here's a horrible quality version of my favorite brakhage film (the colors are much better on film, the browns of the dog are almost identical to the brown of the barren trees. and there is this light that is just like a clear winter day here in illinois):
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[Oct. 2nd, 2009|12:14 pm] |
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YES YES YES YES YES NO OLYMPICS FOR CHICAGO!!! FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH!!! HAHAHAHAHA PARTY!!! FUCK YOU MAYOR DALEY FUCKKKKK YOUUU!!!!! |
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