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So, since my subscription is up in a few weeks and I won't be renewing it due to certain moral issues with dA, I decided I should put up one last group of features. A collection of some of the old, some new and some in between, a few photos I found to be worthy of noting as well.



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These will be up until dA kills my thumbing ability.

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I'm done being a nerd-raging art dweeb, at least for the moment.

I won't be posting anything of mine for a while. I broke my camera being a turd and am too lazy to sit and scan all my shit on the school's terrible scanners. But one of these days I will get there and do it, as well as take pictures of my studio.

Speaking of the studio... I leave a notebook in it so that as the other thirty some-odd seminar students walk through they can tell me what they think of my art. It's been going fairly well, worthwhile comments and suggestions, until I noticed something yesterday.

I'm an incredibly forgetful person, so I leave notes to myself on my studio wall in charcoal, pertaining to what I feel I should be thinking as I work. Currently my wall reminds me to stop being polite (with my art, yuk yuk), search harder, and get there. Now, someone had the nads to write, with MY charcoal, on MY wall, "Start being real. The real world."

Now, I'm all for arbitrary, abstract statements, most especially when pertaining to my work. But...this...hm. Riles me up a bit. Now I can quote the age-old statement that "All art is abstract", which in the truest sense, is...true. Painting, sculpture, drawing, even photography is simply an impression of what we see as artists. Coupled with the fact that reality is relative to each individual, the ignorance of this statement aggravates me. More so because it was written with MY charcoal on MY wall when the notebook's right there.

Yeah, so...my anti nerd rage lasted what...2 minutes? Whatever.

School's going horrible otherwise. I've had no desire to create. No desire to be anywhere near the school or my studio. I spent two weeks playing video games. So, I deleted the games from my computer and have decided to buckle down because I'm graduating in seven months.

Also not going to Mali like I was so excited about. I'm poor and banks won't make a loan to me anymore. I eat maybe once a day, am crushingly lonely, both my bikes have flat tires and I'm all out of smokeables.

But, with my new-found forced work ethic and cheeriness towards art, I hope to push forward and just get this done.

So yeah. Look for some new work in a few weeks. Otherwise I'll probably be even more MIA than usual, need to buckle down.