Cause I'm too busy to upload individual images. Anyway, we went to visit the 55th Carnegie International, which was ridiculously amazing. We also visited the Andy Warhol Museum, the Mattress Factory and Wood Street Galleries among others. I'm so frigging tired, but completely inspired. OMG that totally rhymes! (SIGH. that is how out of it I am right now.) I finally got some shots of recently submitted homework, so keep yer peepers peeled!
I totally bailed on Raymi's fantastic second art show last night at The Central.
I was all super excited to go, but I had class this morning at 8:30AM in which my first assignment was due. Because I spent the whole weekend recovering from Nuit Blahhhhhhh-nche, I ended up painting most of last night to make up for it.
Oh Raymi, I think the world of you and it is so important that you are pushing the notion that "to be an artist you have to go to art school" out on it's ass. GOOD ON YA.
I've often thought about you longingly over the last couple of months, but, sadly, you keep jumping to the bottom of my list of things to do. Since my last post, not only have I started school, but I also started working 3 part-time jobs on campus.
Sigh. I know. Waaaaaah. Poor me, I have 1500 photos from the summer that I haven't gone through yet. Waaaaah. I'm basically working a 57-hour work week and paying for the privilege. Waahh. There's still a hole in my new home studio ceiling after 2 months of emails and phone calls to the builder. WAAAAAAAH!
Jeebus. All I can do right now is bitch and moan and it's so frigging boring that I almost fell asleep typing this out. With all the recent politicking and with the economy heading straight for the shitter, the last thing you need is to hear that junk.
So, until I get my shit together long enough to post again, please enjoy this little piece of Canadian heaven:
Poopee: < stupid html removed > oops, i meant http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0b7zL_Jorr4
Raymi: blogging that!
Poopee: just did
sooooooo fucking hilarious
i've watched it 17 times
Poopee: instead of studying for my midterm
just read phil's post
Poopee: i just wikipedia'd styes. ew. are you ok?
Raymi: NO MY LIFE SUCKS
that's what i get for sharing
Poopee: ungrateful brat
Raymi: neither, the yhave fat faces
Poopee: don't they know that playing with dolls is gay?
Raymi: i think they ARE gay
they are THE gay
i wonder when that balloon movie is coming out
Raymi: i am holding my breath
Poopee: i have to go. in the meantime, enjoy http://ilikedirt.googlepages.com/dogswithwigs
I'm kind of kicking myself for not taking a camera along. Though I sometimes get tired of seeing and experiencing things through a lens or filter, rather than using my own eyes. I'm now doing a lot of reading, writing and sifting through a BAjillion pics and vids, which is taking forEVER. In the meantime, enjoy the work of Jim Stoten. Make sure you take a look at his sketchbook. Oh and I think I got a bit of sunstroke. Whee!
acrylic on canvas
Today is a ridiculously beautiful day, but my allergies are going HAYWIRE. I've taken pills and nose spray but I still have a headache and my eyes are seriously light sensitive. As much as I'd love to be down by the beach RIGHT NOW, with the amount of pollen, the wind and high humidity it's best I stay inside. Le sigh.
We took Oscar and Luna (our 14-year old cat) to the vet this morning. Oscar was happy until we got him up on the table. He took his shots like a real trooper. Luna on the other hand started growling loudly as soon as I opened the door to her carrier. Everyone in the waiting room heard her spitting and screaming at the vet and me. He had wanted to clip her nails, but she was so pissed off he couldn't. Actually she hasn't let us clip them since we got the dog - 5 YEARS AGO! He told me the only was would be to sedate her - which would cost me $250. Yeah, like that's going to happen.
Seriously. I don't usually overeat but it was so good I just couldn't stop.
Usually we eat dinner before 8pm but it was 8:30 before we made it to Cool Runnings Carribean Restaurant and I was so hungry my stomach was hurting.
Dudes, I think that roti was actually bigger than my stomach, because about 20 minutes after eating it, my stomach started to hurt again. Bad news.
We walked home and for a moment there I actually considered purging it but realized how stupid that would be especially since it was in there by my own choice, and I remembered the last time I barfed. No thanks!
Anyway, the moral of the story is, when you're not hungry anymore, and there is still food on your plate...STOP.
Hey ya'll! I know for the last while I've been a bit of a blogbot, however, dear internet, it's about all I've had to give, of late. I just got a new part-time job, working on campus and have applied for a couple more which will start in the Fall. I've started a couple of new paintings, and am still getting used to our new home.
I also just started a Intro to Communication Studies: Media Messages and the Cultural Landscape. The prof is David McIntosh and I really like him. He's upfront, interesting and engages us in the discussion instead of lecturing (well it helps there are only 20 people in the class). The only homework I have, besides exams, is to write a weekly entry about my experience with media (any method of communicating messages) in relation to whatever issues we explore in the previous class.
So guess what guys... pretentious art school writings = easy, blogtastic must reads! HAHA suckers! Ahem.
I also have a list of things I've been thinking about sharing with you all, my steadfastly loyal 20 readers, here at the blog. Where should I start?
- cute pictures and/or videos of my pets
- written school assignments
- old notes my friends and I passed to one another in high school
- my old teen angst-filled journals
- slideshows/videos of my process in art making
- more links!
My new RSS reader is compelling me to share these nuggets of delight with all 16 of you out there.
So, ummm...anyone care to weigh in on this handcrafted wood chair art piece? you know! the one that looks like the shitty plastic chairs everyone and their gramma have rotting (actually they'll NEVEREVEREVER rot) in their yards, sheds, cottages, garages, carports, decks, patios, poolsides, landfills, or what have you.
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CSg artists, Rudolf Bikkers , Morphogenetic Fields IV
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CSg artists, Rudolf Bikkers , Morphogenetic Fields II
So the last month have been totally and unequivocally the busiest since last August, when Kirk and I decided to reno our condo in 3 weeks.
I moved out of my parents'house:
We moved into our new house:
My brother got married:
I was a bridesmaid:
I had a super rocking housewarming party complete with a fantastic DJ! This is one of the few pictures anyone took cause we were busy having TOO MUCH FUN. (i know this doesn't help you out right now, but next time i promise they'll be pictures):
I stayed up half the night working on a website (whose back end hosting is KILLING ME with it's lack of concern for what I WANT)and I just slept through the first 2-hours of my last 3-hr studio session for printmaking with a new edition of collagraphs due next week. Sigh. These are some of my experiments from last edition of monoprinting (oh and i also forgot to get pics of the ones i handed in):
OK. Must eat and get coffee now or I will never GET MY PAPER THAT IS DUE TOMORROW DONE. (sorry. didn't mean to yell. can you say panic? who am i kidding, i cant help myself. my dad is italian and my mom is french canadian. talking too loud is what what we do best, yo)