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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.

So sick of getting heckled every time I leave constructive criticism on a piece I find here. I'm sorry that I don't suck the artists' metaphorical penises on everything I look at and feel deserves some sort of comment.

As an "artist" one is supposed to be prepared for ANYTHING. And one would think, granted most people find that hard to do nowadays, that as an artist you would want your art to grow and improve, right?

Well, please explain to me, how the fuck you're supposed to get there when people do nothing but tell you about the "good" aspects and ignore what you fucked up on.

Stop being pussies and take your criticism. If anything, you should be happy that someone even took the time to say ANYTHING other than "OMG I LUV DIS".

Where does that get you? Yeah you feel good, but your art isn't getting any better with that. And I'm not saying that critiques and comments are supposed to be negative, but don't take shit so personally that when someone does point out something unsuccessful you don't turn into Whiny Little McBitchpants.

In general I guess I'm trying to get at: Grow up, don't take it personally, and don't waste your and the artist's time with superficial little "I like this." comments. Say something if you have it to say, don't if you don't.

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RAWR

Less angry now. Really, all I want is for superficiality to stop. Good or bad. "this sucks", "i love this". STOP. If you're going to take the time to say anything, tell them why you love it. Or why it sucks. Tell them what is successful. Make the comment worthwhile. Please?

Probably repeated myself for you.

Five eleven in the morning and I'm still up.

Twelve now.

Thirteen's taking too long.

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Took me too long to find a title, thirteen is here now.

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I found these:



And by these, I mean this. I apparently haven't been filling my traditional collection like I thought I was.

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Fourteen has come and gone now. Fifteen's mean with the realization that I really should get some fucking sleep.

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Twenty three and I'm still here, noticing just how bad I am at human interaction.

Twenty four.

Twenty five. Twenty five is heavy, or is that my will power draining?

Ma twenty six ybe it's the smell of firewood and rum that's keeping me awake. That's silly, I rode it all off.

Twenty seven and I've given up.