Current Residence: Indianapolis Favourite genre of music: Rock, Pop, Soul, Blues Operating System: XP MP3 player of choice: iPod Personal Quote: "hail thou who has endured the suffering, thou art become god before man."
Wilde, Heller, Hawthorne, Chopin, Sedaris
Spyro, Final Fantasy
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2, Gamecube, Wii
Tools of the Trade
Pen/Pencil/Paper, Canon EOS 20D, Canon FTB, Photoshop, Fireworks
That would be the bill for my new camera. Months of work.
a Canon EOS 20d.
It sexes me like nothing else (except of course the darkroom).
My AP Art class is...improving? Who knows. I feel a little less smothered (with scathing looks and comments) and a little more...free? It all kinda started when I created this terrible piece in acrylics and pine wood (I've been experimenting in new media and, well, I suck). It was SUPPOSED to be the culmination of what had become a very theraputic study in minimalism. My perspective was somewhat jarred by the experience of having to present a "work" (if you could call it that) that I really h
I have recently met a great deal of static from various art instructors at my high school, but it has only motivated me to show them that I will not roll over and die, Art is in my blood, and I can circumvent them. So the Zulu project was a quick answer to their apprehensions that I may be a do-nothing, and I think it was effective.
I'm learning a lot and growing by leaps and bounds, I feel...but I'm still shitting myself about Herron. I don't know if I can survive in so rigorously utopic (to me) an environment as art school. We shall see, won't we...
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the Zulus and the silhouettes of Chris. He's one of the most expr
Here I am with a new account and a new lease on Art.
Previously under my former alias, I found myself dissatisfied and restless with my own creative energy--one such restlessness that always begets metamorphosis--and took a sabbatical from the art world, putting all photographic endeavors on hold and contemplating other media once more. Upon slow and deliberate contemplation, I have come to believe I have been far too hopeful, too presumptuous, too pretentious in the past, and have fully realized my novicedom...
I hope to grow as an artist as I have grown as a person these passing months: with striking momentum; humbled; and as I become m