better view at flickr.com/photos/jenna-michele
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Morph!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Suicide Angel
This is for you
When you looked at me with that blank stare
Saying "my love, caress me, touch my waist
I'm wearing your favorite underwear"
You know i hate lace
To you and your burden
When the others would take advantage
The alcoholic ramblings of an angel:
"They're not like you, i take them for granted"
You were wrong, because this life is interchangeable
To you and your letter
The note that materialized your silent scream
Your life was pain, and i was the wound
Crying alone, reclusive writing down your dreams
The instrument sounds bad if its not tuned...
Does your suicide sound any better?
When you looked at me with that blank stare
Saying "my love, caress me, touch my waist
I'm wearing your favorite underwear"
You know i hate lace
To you and your burden
When the others would take advantage
The alcoholic ramblings of an angel:
"They're not like you, i take them for granted"
You were wrong, because this life is interchangeable
To you and your letter
The note that materialized your silent scream
Your life was pain, and i was the wound
Crying alone, reclusive writing down your dreams
The instrument sounds bad if its not tuned...
Does your suicide sound any better?
Art Dump
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
no answers from daddy tonight
did it take a moment
to collect yourself
before you swallowed the barrel?
was sweat blurring your vision,
coating your fingers,
making it difficult
to pull the trigger?
did fear crawl,
lay low to the floor,
to meet the feet
of such sweet relief?
when you realized
for the first time
you could make the voices
stop
to collect yourself
before you swallowed the barrel?
was sweat blurring your vision,
coating your fingers,
making it difficult
to pull the trigger?
did fear crawl,
lay low to the floor,
to meet the feet
of such sweet relief?
when you realized
for the first time
you could make the voices
stop
painting them
all over the walls.
Monday, February 23, 2009
KPPC
Sunday, February 22, 2009
78 candles.
here's the newest thing that i've done.
i consider this both performance art and sculpture.
Rococococo
(click for larger view)
Sooo, I've been really into making these things lately. I don't know what to call them, but it's been really therapeutic. I'm currently a sophomore Photo major at Pratt. I have some more work on my blog. This is the link.
Jillian Avery
Sooo, I've been really into making these things lately. I don't know what to call them, but it's been really therapeutic. I'm currently a sophomore Photo major at Pratt. I have some more work on my blog. This is the link.
Jillian Avery
Thursday, February 19, 2009
counter-clockwise lies
This is just some old poem I still have from Dec. '05.
They do love you.
So do I.
I don't want to be here with the chance of this nightmare becoming reality.
This morning I thought about dying.
You are my light in the dark,
without you I would be nothing.
I wish you could hear them talk about you the way they do,
but you only hear when they scold.
I wish I could fix everything and make it okay.
But it's hard when i cannot read what you're thinking.
I believe that what you think is wrong,
but the truth is that I do not think; I know.
And when I look,
I see that there is an angel and a demon in every one of our souls,
but when I look at you,
sometimes all I can see is the angel.
Yesterday, I looked through your dresser and could not find your wings,
and there is no God, this is something else I know,
but this morning I woke up trembling,
and I prayed,
Although I do not know to who,
that the absence of wings does not signify a presence of evil,
Because this morning I realized dependency,
and I believe that it is best that i know not how to end a thing.
They do love you.
So do I.
I don't want to be here with the chance of this nightmare becoming reality.
This morning I thought about dying.
You are my light in the dark,
without you I would be nothing.
I wish you could hear them talk about you the way they do,
but you only hear when they scold.
I wish I could fix everything and make it okay.
But it's hard when i cannot read what you're thinking.
I believe that what you think is wrong,
but the truth is that I do not think; I know.
And when I look,
I see that there is an angel and a demon in every one of our souls,
but when I look at you,
sometimes all I can see is the angel.
Yesterday, I looked through your dresser and could not find your wings,
and there is no God, this is something else I know,
but this morning I woke up trembling,
and I prayed,
Although I do not know to who,
that the absence of wings does not signify a presence of evil,
Because this morning I realized dependency,
and I believe that it is best that i know not how to end a thing.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Bloodstained Revolutions
Bloodstained revolutions, and grinding our gears
Millions asked to over look their children
A single death is sacrifice, while holding back my tears
I shake hands with my brother "where have you been?"
He's a victim of war, a pawn for the empire all these years
I have nothing but respect, but i can see past his grin.
Millions asked to over look their children
A single death is sacrifice, while holding back my tears
I shake hands with my brother "where have you been?"
He's a victim of war, a pawn for the empire all these years
I have nothing but respect, but i can see past his grin.
im in dire need of caffeine.
This is a photo of my best friend from when I went to visit her last spring in Virginia. I just got around to processing the film and scanning the negatives the other day. Thought I'd put it up. It's one of those images that I really like, but don't really think would go over all that well in class/I don't have the balls to bring it in.
Does anyone know a better way to upload photos so they don't look so shitty? I guess I could upload them onto my web space, but honestly I'm not sure how to do that.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Whaley -KenKorb
Another Coloring Book Page
So I gave away the coloring book I've been working on for a few weeks today. Here's another page I made a few days ago:
Seriously I've been thinking so much about making other people have fun with coloring books, and I really wanna try new things to do this. Not even art things, but like, anything. Lots of people don't do much anymore (including myself) and I wanna get back into like, fun little activities/events to have fun with people. I just played Spit with someone last night 'til 6:30 in the morning. I feel like making up games must be so fulfilling when you actually make a fun game without ridiculous flaws. I mean, the creative process would be fun, and you can get so much time out of playing it. I think making a game is my next task, so I'll be back with that eventually hopefully.
Seriously I've been thinking so much about making other people have fun with coloring books, and I really wanna try new things to do this. Not even art things, but like, anything. Lots of people don't do much anymore (including myself) and I wanna get back into like, fun little activities/events to have fun with people. I just played Spit with someone last night 'til 6:30 in the morning. I feel like making up games must be so fulfilling when you actually make a fun game without ridiculous flaws. I mean, the creative process would be fun, and you can get so much time out of playing it. I think making a game is my next task, so I'll be back with that eventually hopefully.
Make Movement Flyer- Joey Puleio
Sunday, February 15, 2009
photo/white out/ sharpie concoction -Joey Puleio
on black and white 35mm film i took a picture of the back of an old scraped up air conditioner, then while developing it i stuck my finger and the grain seeker under the enlarger and used them to block out the light... after that i drew in the details with a sharpie and used white out on the areas that needed more white.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
jennamichele.photography
assignment in class that brought to mind make movement.- Joey Puleio
"What we need are books that hit us like a most painful misfortune, like the death of someone we loved more than we love ourselves, that make us feel as though we had been banished to the woods, far from any human presence, like a suicide. A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us."- Franz Kafka
The quote from Franz Kafka expresses not only how i feel about books, but about everything. Unfortunately not much today has that much to offer. It's hard come across something so honest it shakes you, and half the time people that do come across something that honest aren't honest enough with themselves to be shaken.
From the time that we are younger we are taught in a repeated pattern that has proves successful in some and leaves no room for exploration and creativity; giving us no real personal fulfillment, just the satisfaction of it being done. Our whole life we are taught to repeat what works or repeat what sells and this mindset has taken over everything we have, including personal creative outlets used to express ones self, their ideas, or their feelings.
Music has been turned into a game where the band with the most Internet views or the closest carbon-copy of the latest trends are labeled the best, where no on one cares for substance or the pain or how real other music comes across. People can't even take time to try and relate to music anymore because they are too caught up in fitting in or being accepted.
I can't help but to think that the same or a similar trend will follow in literature. the world is killing its creativity in fear of giving people a chance to do things their own way, and its scary the way people just get in line.
The quote from Franz Kafka expresses not only how i feel about books, but about everything. Unfortunately not much today has that much to offer. It's hard come across something so honest it shakes you, and half the time people that do come across something that honest aren't honest enough with themselves to be shaken.
From the time that we are younger we are taught in a repeated pattern that has proves successful in some and leaves no room for exploration and creativity; giving us no real personal fulfillment, just the satisfaction of it being done. Our whole life we are taught to repeat what works or repeat what sells and this mindset has taken over everything we have, including personal creative outlets used to express ones self, their ideas, or their feelings.
Music has been turned into a game where the band with the most Internet views or the closest carbon-copy of the latest trends are labeled the best, where no on one cares for substance or the pain or how real other music comes across. People can't even take time to try and relate to music anymore because they are too caught up in fitting in or being accepted.
I can't help but to think that the same or a similar trend will follow in literature. the world is killing its creativity in fear of giving people a chance to do things their own way, and its scary the way people just get in line.
Friday, February 13, 2009
in honor of the upcoming presidents week...
Friday the 13thhh \m/ Ft Gill Blitzer: Ivan Ceron
so I was walkin around the mall and as i was checkin my schedule for work at Zumiez, i ran into our good friend Gill and small talk led to me tattooing her earlier on today. She said she was getting her Lip tattooed and i wanted to hook her up with some ink so we exchanged numbers via Facebook and bammm. check it out kidssss!
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Tri-colored mobile upload - Ken Korb
Photography is making art out of God's art. So here's a picture I took on my phone of one of the intelligent design's masterpieces:
Big picture at http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/4949/thecoloredroadaheadma8.jpg
And I've been reading about Intelligent Design lately. Really interesting.
Big picture at http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/4949/thecoloredroadaheadma8.jpg
And I've been reading about Intelligent Design lately. Really interesting.
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