Back again (for real this time I swear)

SO I realize that I haven't posted for a long time, enough to demolish my proclamations of dedications to this blog, but the reason is because I had been faced with a bit of a dilemma. As more and more IRL people know about my blog, I grew more and more reluctant to post what I want to post here. For some reason, even though I'm perfectly honest about who I am to those people, having them read my blog (which is as stark naked as I will ever get in front of the world) is just so uncomfortably intimate. But then what is the point of a personal blog if you're not going to post as the true you? I mean, we already put on a mask (or at least a full face of makeup) in day-to-day life, and having a blog just to extend this facade to the internet just seems unnecessary.
So it was basically a quandary on what to post that stopped me from writing anything at all.

As you can see, I decided to continue my blog, because what if I grow old and live in denial and need to revisit my youth, and then discover that after the 37th blog post, I have NO MORE BLOG POSTS to jog my memory?
...and also because I love blogging
...and also because I need a method to procrastinate
But less so the third reason. ;)


Anyway in terms of art, it really sucks because work has been piling on and I've quit momentarily stopped outside-school art lessons (who am I kidding L ). I miss casual art so much, when it's just about making something as pretty as you can, and when it's self-driven, instead of school art, when so much of it becomes grade-driven. Not to say I've stopped doing art. In fact I find myself staying up till 3 to finish a sketchbook for school art more and more often -___- I also started making more clothes, because I figured if I don't start doing what I love doing now, despite all the other obligations of life, then I might as well give up on it. I mean, life's not going to let up anytime soon...:)


So yeah I've missed this! Back again :)

Not a poem (really)

Everyone is so lonely
And even though they all say Alone is not Lonely,
In the dim windy indoor dusks
When I sit at home trying to work
And watch the darkening skies outside
And feel the must settle in the soundless silence
And listen to faint music
(it's the artist's way of life, you see),
I am always confronted by the reality
that life is a journey we undertake alone
And somehow
In the summer dusks, the autumn siestas -
those silent interludes
I feel the weight of lonesomeness
that I'm sure everyone has.

Always bursts of melancholy tucked carelessly between
the happiness
and
the light

driven away by the rhythm of life,
but always comes back
during
the night

let the emptiness be a passing phase
some teenage angst
to be remembered later, fondly, as a part
of those bygone halcyon days


so long has gone by between this post and the last, but today i felt the inexplicable urge to post... I also read about the Californian farmers who were going to lose their cows and farms because of the lowering of milk prices and simultaneous raising of cow feed prices. The reporter wrote that 2 old men - in their 60's - broke down and started sobbing in the courtroom: "Recently, I had two men over 60 years old who broke down and sobbed in court," Walter said. "You would be surprised how much these men care about their cows." I got so angry at the injustices in this world. I don't know what's happening to me, but maybe cows and old farmers just have a special place in my heart :)



link: http://news.yahoo.com/calif-dairies-going-broke-due-feed-milk-prices-163004062--finance.html

MOI IS HAPPY :D

OMG I just installed this AWESOME EPIC...THINGYMAJIGG where you basically sort of write on it. Like, you write chinese on this tablet/glass panel thing and chinese characters just...um...appear...on the screen? Yeah.
我剛裝好了蒙恬書寫!!! (for those of you who don't know chinese, it basically means the paragraph above.)




See? It takes very little to make moi happy :)

Hey people!
Throughout my half-year art drought I still managed to make this in art class.
It's a clear sphere with acrylic on it, and it's inspired by Dick Termes, who draws amazing stuff on these spheres which are now dubbed "termespheres". Anyway. Gotta stop myself before I drone on forever about art history. :)

Front view.

Side view.

Back view.

Umm...top view?

View to front from the back.

Yes, that's a lot of pictures. No, I'm not an egocentric, self-loving maniac. (or am I? >:D)
See you guys soon :)

 Hello people.
We meet again.
I didn't post much here for a while because I was really busy changing schools and stuff, but now I'm all settled and heeeheeeoaeiof;iHEEHEE :D *violent laughter*
Sorry.
Anyway. The art program in my new school is SO. MUCH. BETTER. than the one in my previous school! This is a sketch done in chalk pastel. It's basically a section of one of the Australian artist Bruce Sherratt's works which we had to copy for homework. I am now IN LOVE with using chalk pastel. The powdery specks on the paper, smudging with a finger, mixing a galactic number of colours for a tiny part, vibrant hues...absolutely amazing medium. :D

Taken with flash (hence awkward white spot)

Taken without flash (hence muted colour). Oh the woes of bad cameras.

Inspiration: artwork by Bruce Sherratt. SPOT MY SECTION IF YOU CAN :D

So yes. That's it. Toodlydoos!

I'm exhausted.

I literally feel like I'm dropping my brain cells everywhere I go.

My christmas wishlist used to be something like
1. Mac 
2. iphone 
3. ipad 
4. makeup 
5. food
6. otherawesomestuffliketypewritersandvintagenecklaces,

but now it's just

1. sleep
2. more sleep
3. can i just run away and sleep my whole life?

 "Sleep is the nourishment of life" -shakespeare

So it's another late night and I'm up doing my geography. Just figured out my contour lines don't make sense. Don't want to make an effort to make them make sense. (does that make sense, or am I so tired that I'm delusional now?) And worried that I'm slacking too much because I'm not wanting to make any effort to make the contour lines make sense.
Oh god.
Anyway. -10 mins later- Just finished debate mini-presentation. With any luck, I'll be awake enough to deliver the words without too much drunken stuttering/overdose of coffee tomorrow at debate training.

OH MY @#$%ing FUDGE.
I JUST FOUND OUT I FORGOT TO DO MY CHINESE WORKSHEET.

okay !@#$ this, I'm  just going to pretend I didn't know.

Now goodnight. I need my five hours of sleep. (pitiful, I know)

Epic Conversation. Shakespeare Style.

Me: that's just masoschistic torture.

it makes our brains confuzzled to think so much.

about so many people's different stances.

ughhh.

VMa: Why the sudden use of epic vocab?!

Me: i may spout out some more if you bid me to, and if i am thus inclined.

:)

 

VMa: Dear lady, please hold ye horses!

Tis not worth it.

 

Me: I shall not. My mind is set in its way, and no amount of pleading will remove me from my purpose.

VMa: O mighty queen!

Might thy lowly servant take thy leave, and relieve thyself of this tiring conversation.

Me: Prithee, do so if you so wish.

:) okay im back to normal now

yeah?

 

VMa: YEAH. :).

 

 

Ain't that epic? 

It's the progeny of when boredom meets procrastination meets facebook meets the hyperness of seeing someone on. :)

Retro. Rants. Randomness.

I have a very bad habit of taking normal pictures, giving them a few effects, and passing them along as extremely artistic masterpieces. However, I will indulge you in these crappy extremely well thought-out creations, partly because I feel guilty for not posting in a while (don't blame me...I didn't have art to post coz art class starts again in March and I left all my half-done pieces there :O) and mainly because I feel the pressing urgency to share with you poor people my obsession with Retro-ness.

I firmly believe that giving a photo a Sepia tone will somehow automatically make the photo "retro." An alleyway, a flower, any random thing is - of course - a GREAT object for a retro photo that will stir the deep depths of the soul and tug at the heatstrings. Just because of the retro-ness. Right? Right? 

Because, to me, artsy photography constitutes of snapping a pic of - anything, really - and then giving it some effects, I do therefore (sometimes) feel undeserving of calling that picture a proper "photo." It's almost like I feel like I'm not trying hard enough...and then I berate myself for thinking that way. I mean, you're supposed to ENJOY photography, right? Not WORK for it.

Ah, I don't know. I mean, I DO know that I'm rambling now. So I'll stop. Because I am just that considerate.
What do you think? Anyway I will stop talking now and just get on with it...;) Be prepared to be astounded in my great awesomeness. (read: patheticness)

 

 Okay, this is the most pathetic one ever. But I like it. I looove it. Coz I am a GOOD MOTHER and I LIKE MY CREATIONS. Anyway it's supposed to be a girl amid the clouds.

 This one looks slightly more pro. It's...uh...an alleyway somewhere. (that takes all the pro-ness away, doesn't it?) It's a bit reminiscent and it's really bright, unlike the normal retro alley pics, which is why I like it.

 Suitcase of Memories. A girl (me XD) is sitting on suitcases. Supposed to be reminiscent. Again. It's like, revisiting your memories and your journeys.

 Best Owner Ever. Yeah, that's the title. Coz I'm the only owner in the world who would tie a stuffed monkey on my cat's back.

What? It amuses me. 

 Tension. The cat is waiting, just waiting, to pounce on the stuffed monkey after she managed to wrench it off her back (despite my many attempts to put it back on). Unfortunately, she is a lazy cat and she didn't end up pouncing or chasing at all. She just sat there and waited. And waited. And went back to her basket to take a lil nap.

That's it for now...that's my cat saying bye with her flexed paw and the matte effect and the retouch on the sides and the boost effect and the - *dies from being out of breath*

Cya! Whatdya think?