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Sunday, April 25, 2010

Artface

I literally passed out on my bed with all my sketchbooks.

The last thing I remembered was getting picked up by a couple of friends,

having a drink with them, then coming back home again.

I woke up with fucking blue and yellow paint on my face.

Apparently, I had starting working on an art piece.

What was I going to draw?

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Right Now

…there is a pile of sketchbooks and journals on my bed.

I don’t even know how many I have anymore.

There should be about two big ones, two medium,

one square, one mini, and my ‘Wreck This Journal’ book.

Plus, my sketchbook for class.

Oh, yeah.

Plus, the one I got for my birthday.

Oh, dear.

Plus, my “scrap” sketchbook that I’ve had forever.

Now to decide which one to work on.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Space

So why space? I love what you wrote, but why do you think space came to mind |:? by T9SayWha

Here’s a response to a formspring question.

Well depends on what SPACE we’re talking about.

space   [speys] Show IPA noun, verb,spaced, spac·ing, adjective
–noun
1. the unlimited or incalculably great three-dimensional realm or expanse in which all material objects are located and all events occur.


2. the portion or extent of this in a given instance; extent or room in three dimensions: the space occupied by a body.

3. extent or area in two dimensions; a particular extent of surface: to fill out blank spaces in a document.

4. Fine Arts.
a. the designed and structured surface of a picture: In Mondrian’s later work he organized space in highly complex rhythms.
b. the illusion of depth on a two-dimensional surface.

5. outer space.

8. a place available for a particular purpose: a parking space.

9. linear distance; a particular distance: trees separated by equal spaces.

11. extent, or a particular extent, of time: a space of two hours.

12. an interval of time; a while: After a space he continued his story.

19. freedom or opportunity to express oneself, resolve a personal difficulty, be alone, etc.; allowance, understanding, or noninterference: Right now, you can help by giving me some space.

–verb (used with object)
20. to fix the space or spaces of; divide into spaces.

21. to set some distance apart.

For me, space is/was distance between myself and the catalyst that has interfered my system of what I live by. It is also the emptiness I need in my mind. A free-flowing train of though that is allowed to expand as far as it can. And Space, the imaginary room of where I reside when I need time away from reality.

Then of course, outer space.

Confusing, isn’t it?

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Concept of Space

I need to let this out through a stream of writing.
This will probably not make sense to you.

These past few weeks have been different.. I’m not sure if I like it or not. Lately, I’ve been uneasy like the sea because my mind is not in sync with my brain. I’ve lost sense of the only logic I know and my emotions are spilling out every time I tip over. I’ve dreamt of this a thousand times, but always with different possibilities. This was not foreseen. No.. it was not. It shifts every second, every day. Should I make up my mind? Should I give in? No, I will not. I have stuck to a system for years and it has kept me stable. But one false move and everything I’ve ever known is different again. This is a different change, nothing I’ve ever expected before. For three weeks, I have been empty. My mind has been empty. I cannot think, I cannot create. Wait.. I can think. I only think about the things I have seen. The shadow of the blinds and telephone lines. Then, I think about the noise.. the fan clicking through the night. I’ve scribbled this down a thousand times. They are imprinted forever in my mind. It never stuck with me till now. Why? I don’t know.. maybe I do. But you wouldn’t understand. Oh, no.. you never will. My mind is constant even though I may not even notice it. My mind is.. space. Undeniable space. Universal space. Space. I am floating through space. There is no time, there is no light. It is space. Free floating. No gravity. No levity. Space.

I’m trying to grab the concept of space and turn it into something visible.