Slug.

Nik had mentioned something to me after class that got me thinking...not in a negative light...but just thinking none the less. He said that I somehow always feel detached from my work when it is complete. That my pieces as far as he has seen have been just another assignment to me. And although I hate to admit it he is tapping into some truth. I have a tendency to throw myself into a piece to where I am out of this world until it is complete. I will sit for hours upon hours with no break or communication with the outside world tediously working and I won't quit working until it is done. So when it is time for critiques it is not necessarily that I am detached more so as I am just tired of it. There is also this whole idea of knowing that I am eventually going to have to give it away or destroy it...so why become attached?

Tubular.

I had a nightmare about the youtube video that was shown in class...I just thought you should know....if that was the artist's intentions bravo. It scared the crap out of me...maybe not as much as the upcoming election...but darn close.

Cents.

I am extremely private when I work on my art...I really don't favor doing things in class as much as outside of it. It may fascinate some...but it makes me nervous when I am being watched. I think the main annoyance I have noticed is people love to comment on the way they want the piece turning out....and trust me...I will always disappoint. Don't get me wrong I really appreciate comments but I like them more after I have stretched every idea out of my own brain first, it is afterall MY art.

Belly.

The more self checkout lines we expose ourselves to the less human we become. 

Fail.

I have been working on my project for awhile now and realize that it is not the direction I wanted to go at all. I took a chance to just go down to the hardware store and buy materials that are foreign to me. For once I didn't have a sketch...a well executed plan...a burst of inspiration. I just started to weave. To sew. To be undecided up till the very end. And when it all came together I despised it. I felt like it was a failure. But I loved the fact that I now know how I need to work as an artist. I realized that I can never be one of those people who just starts...who jumps into the unfamiliar and comes out smelling like roses. Structure...plans...sketches these are what is the difference between my failures and my successes.

Kinky.

First off I would like to say that if any of you still read this or missed me I am back. I have been writing down shinninpits (is that even a word?) in my journal and now have time to post them. Good times will be had by all.

Curtain.

Whoever started the phrase "Everything has already been done" is a liar...especially when it comes to the arts.

Thats all I have for today amigos.