hahaha!
this made me chuckle.
well, i guess it never rains…. you know the rest.
i have had a great day full of supergoodfuntimes today. got to dress two unsuspecting young hotties up and play with the camera.
here’s a sample… more to come!
Beautiful dawn - lights up the shore for me.
There is nothing else in the world,
I’d rather wake up and see-with you.
Beautiful dawn - I’m just chasing time again.
Thought I would die a lonely man, in endless night.
But now I’m high; running wild among all the stars above.
Sometimes it’s hard to believe you remember me.
Beautiful dawn - melt with the stars again.
Do you remember the day when my journey began?
Will you remember the end-of time?
Beautiful dawn - You’re just blowing my mind again.
Thought I was born to endless night, until you shine.
High; running wild among all the stars above.
Sometimes it’s hard to believe you remember me.
Will you be my shoulder when I’m grey and older?
Promise me tomorrow starts with you,
Getting high; running wild among all the stars above.
Sometimes it’s hard to believe you remember me
High; running wild among all the stars above
Sometimes it’s hard to believe you remember me.
insert bland excuse.
here’s something that i have been working on for school…. in progress…
puke.
A new book has been written/illustrated for the purpose of helping little girls understand why mommy got a nip/tuck. I’m not sure what offends me more: the message behind the story or the trashy illustrations… ok, it’s the message.
This book glosses over an important and dangerous decision of plastic surgery and placates the child’s curiosity with fluffy non-answers. It does not explain to the child why mommy is cutting up her nose, stomach, and breasts- creating a dangerous desensitivity to a potentially fatal surgery.
If a parent decides to go under the knife and a child wants to know why, would it not be better to be truthful and honest (at an age-appropriate level) about the realities of plastic surgery?
In the illustration below the little girl tells her mommy that she is “already the prettiest mommy in the whole wide world” yet mommy’s only response is to continue with the surgery- this enforces to the little girl that her view of beauty is WRONG and that she must conform to and accept what other people’s (magazines, advertisements, celebrities, plastic surgeons) view of beauty is.
Yuck. You can check out more of the nastiness here.
You who wronged a simple man
Bursting into laughter at the crime
And kept a pack of fools around you
To mix good and evil, to blur the line,
Though everyone bowed down before you,
Saying virtue and wisdom lit your way,
Striking gold meddals in your honour,
Glad to have survived another day,
Do not feel safe. The poet remembers.
You can kill one, but another is born.
The words are written down, the deed, the date.
And you’d have done better with a winter dawn,
A rope, and a branch bowed beneath your weight.
Czeslaw Milosz, 1950
Last night in my visual arts class we had a one hour lecture on drawing, etc. My prof showed a couple quick drawings and tried to describe the difference between utilitarian and expressive drawings… I’m still a little confused about that one, so I’ll do some more research.
Until then, I had to post about one artist that really made an impact on me; William Kentridge. We saw a film about how he creates charcoal animations, and it was inspiring to say the least. He starts with a charcoal drawing, takes a photo, then makes additions/subtractions to that same drawing and takes another shot. When he erases an image it leaves an impression or trace of the past drawings on the page which seem to haunt and remind of the past….. interesting how sometimes life is/is not like that. Reminds me of a quote from one of the Hannibal movies: “Scars… have the power to remind us that the past was real.”
Needless to say I am enjoying class so much this summer :)
