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?
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Artface
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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.
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Saturday, April 17, 2010
Space
3. extent or area in two dimensions; a particular extent of surface: to fill out blank spaces in a document. 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.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.
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Thursday, April 15, 2010
Concept of Space
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.
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