Be kind rewind.

Anonymous act of compassion/beauty.

I have no fucking idea what to do.

I am also kinda annoyed we didn't get time to talk about it in class. I thought of something at the last minute.

I stuck a dollar in the vending machine.

I went back two hours later and it was gone. Hopefully someone appreciated the little gift.

More likely though, they thought it was a mistake.

If I were to repeat this, it might have more impact.

However I do not have that kind of money.

Poop.

Why is art so fucking expensive?

Why?


And that's it.

Fisticuffs.

Yep.

Went to Desiree's "ART IN ATHLETICISM: THE FORM AND PHYSICALITY OF BOXING"

I say! Jolly good show.


Let's talk about the first fight.

Desiree vs. Cholle

Ding!















Desiree has a foot of height on Cholle, so I figure that she would use her reach to rack up damage.

However, it seems that Desiree also was more suited to move more than her opponent.

Cholle's styled seemed to be more rock-ish, going for solid blows when the opportunity presented itself and letting Desiree spend her energy.

Her footwork was not as fast as Des's

Fuck this I'm just going to use Des for Desiree and Cho for Cholle.

Anyways, Des seemed to be having much more fun with the fight. The taunting for more body blows certainly shows that.

Only seems appropriate, considering this is her thesis work show.

Ramp up that excitement with a little showmanship.

After all, boxing matches aren't just about the fight. It's about the crowd (or drawing one in anyways.)

The duality of the fight draws up interesting questions. Is one more important than the other? Or is it that fusion that enhances the potency of both?

Is a fighter who can put on a show a better fighter? Is showman who can really fight a better performer?

Hopefully.

Because becoming better at all these things gives the audience one hell of a time to enjoy.


Keep on tempering those fists Des.


And that's it.

Too tired to be witty. Thursday's post.

"I would say that an important part of learning any language is being able to violently swear at people in it."

That was unrelated.


More great pieces today.

I really liked the acting one.

About alcohol. And his mother.

The way he pulled off those scenes were really moving. And while I agree that there could be something done to make it more clear who is who (in the second act), the piece overall is really great.

The emotional contrast (from the first scene to the second) was pulled off beautifully.

-----

As for a project that could use a bit of improvement...

The paint one, on the feat.

It is a good premise.

The only limiting factor is length. If it were say... twenty feet long, it would be much stronger.

That increase of distance is what is needed to really illustrate the steps and length of the relationship. It would show progression through time, as well as make the transitions of paint more meaningful.

But it is still a very good thing for this project.

Cheating is the only thing so far I have seen the class do that is a confession of doing a wrong.

Good on ya.



Anyways.

GIT OUT!

I'M TIRED 'N NEED A NAP!

And that's it.

Glazes and bricks.

Wake up, ceramics, food, work, minecraft.

Ugh.

Busy busy busy.

Guess that is why this was late.

But oh well.


Video editing software is insufferable.

So fuck that, raw video time.

How do I sound.


Yeah, I'll figure out something for music.

Time to build this.

Also today, managed to glaze a bunch of cups. Hope to get 'em out of the kiln soon to sell.

Cough cough.

Cough.

Gotta start on a commissioned set of four, anyways.

Need to bust out some real business.

I look forward to all the projects tomorrow.

Still need to figure out a real anonymous kindness/beauty project. It is turning out to be a little more difficult than expected.

Or maybe just as difficult as expected.

Maybe... chalk...

Hmmm....

Time to build and think.


And that's it.

Late.

This is late.




The projects today were damn good.

The alien one.













Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-

I want to know.

I am consumed with a burning desire to know exactly how much of that was confession and how much of that was concocted.

I don't care which way it goes anymore.

The presentation was done incredibly well. Even the body movements you did while it was being presented, were done in a way to make me question my thoughts.

It's like fucking... Robin Williams-esque neurosis.

I am completely consumed by the desire to find out. This is planted the seed of curiosity in a unique and interesting way.

Dammit dammit dammit.

You are either a really good actor, or some crazy shit happened.

Dammit.

I just want to bloody well know, which IS it?!


Good job ya bugger. This is going to bother me all week.

-----

As for which one needed a change? I want to talk about two here.

But for separate reasons.

First, the heart salad one.

This one was amazing.

I really hope you use that letter well.

It... it would be a good thing to do that. A great thing to do that.

But the sand bit was a little lost on me.

If you did something to make that seem more like sand. I thought it was salt at first, or sugar; maybe put it flowing between the two candles? Like it flows out of an hourglass? Not sure.

That is the one tiny thing that could make your incredibly well thought out and brilliant piece even better.

Really bloody brilliant.

--

The second thing to improve on, would be the black tar tin foil project.

I don't know much about drugs.

Once you explained what I had been looking at, the glyph like designs took on a whole new meaning.

I like the rest of the setup to the piece, but some way to clue in people who don't know what those are could be incorporated to make it really fantastic.

Good job though, that was not an easy confession piece.


Everything talked about in such a way as to not give away any information about identities. Just in case.


And that's it.

More progess.

Good fortune.

While I was mining out my... mine.

I came across some lava.

And at the risk for severe burns, I managed to get some and construct this.

It is a lava forge.

For generating mass quantities of cobblestone.

While it does produce the stone, I still have to mine it manually.

Now the mining process is a few times more efficient, at the cost of being many many times more repetitive.

I'm kind of strapped for time, so I will just hunker down and do it.



Also the small observation tower is completed.

Here is a shot of it.

This gives you a good view of the site where I plan to build the edifice.

I might scrap it and make it taller. Depends on how the piece looks from here when I get to it.

I'll figure it out later.

Lotta mining to do.


And that's it.

P.S. Video capture and editing is hard.

SHAME.

Mapping, fascinating.

Here is a neat map that you should peruse at your leisure.

Moving on, I like how these lectures don't state a point.

I.E.: There is a wealth of information presented. And that is it.

There is no concrete lesson to learn.

There is a great deal to learn, but just to learn it.

What is taken away from this information is different for each individual. I guess you can only do that with really large volumes of information.

And that makes it fun?

Hehe.

Still pissed that the communications department hasn't told people that a dark room and a bright projector makes people fall asleep.



This should be common knowledge guys.



I have been up at all fuck hours of the night for a convoluted number of reasons and this shit isn't helping me get what I paid for.

And you, TA who called me out. My headphones were not on, one was in my ear to stop it from falling out of my shirt/dangling in front of me. The left one was broken anyways. I know what you were thinking in that moment, in that condescending look.

But thanks for waking me up, being pissed allowed some adrenalin to get into my system, and overcome that god damn hypnotic haze.

I appreciate you protecting my investments.

Especially due to my limited infesting funds.


Really, thank you.

-----

Onto the lecture.

Maps help us to understand incomprehensible things.

Space, vision, sound, language, physicality, social activity, time, etc etc etc etc etc.

That's great.

I love how the older glyph was easier to understand (and more aesthetically pleasing; that thing was just cool looking) than the current mapping of farmlands.



The terms for gentrification and metonymy were revealed.

The first one (what I will call "Interest-Leeching"; because that is what it fucking is) is freaky. Not that I disbelieve it at all.

No no no no no.

I've seen it happen and I know it happens.

It just freaks me out.


Corpratization of things is... just bad. Corporations are immortal and immortality is just not a good thing to put with a human intelligence. That kind of mind will break under the stress. And do bad things.



But that is getting away form... whatever I'm talking about.

Metonymy, associative chain, switching of Gatorade for... augh fuck what was the thing.

Dammit dammit dammit I know this.

Fffffffffffff-

Oh right Colgate.

Hehe, that made me have a humor.


Natural car alarms were fun.



Time to go think of some anonymous random acts of kindness and/or beauty to commit.

Fucking youtube has disabled embedding so here is Smooth Criminal in a link.

Open it in a new tab and play it in the background.

Go ahead do it.

I can wait.



...





..........




The twins were cool and interesting to hear/watch about. Really wish that this interesting bit of situation (the idoglosia) didn't arise from a poor parenting environment.

That mom... ugh.

I can't even textualize how I feel about that.


Kinda want to know what they are up to now.


And that's it.

Hibits.

So I went to see the current art exhibit in the CCS gallery.

And uh, it wasn't exactly open.

As in the front door was locked.


Conveniently, the back door was not.

It is a good thing I am not some sort of vandal.







Anyways, about the works.

This show was by Anne Louise Cole.

And exhibition of her work, entitled, "Face to face: An exhibition of Painting and Sculpture."

Gotta say, I liked the decision to put a line drawing on the front door.

On the inside of the glass.

It is a great drawing (varied line quality, strong composition, all those bloody buzz words) and helps to draw in passers by. Something that a gallery show would find quite advantageous.

This girl is bloody skillful.

She is that girl that sits in front of you in a life drawing class, that you watch (with growing despair) draw the human form to an extent that makes you cringe to look at your own work.

But that is a good thing in its own right.

Because that motivates you to work as hard as she does.

To improve your skills.

Damn Anne.

You got mad skills.

Yo.


But yeah it's a good show. It's up for three more days so go and see it.

And learn something.


and that's it.

Reeds.

John Cage.

Hehe. Cages.


Anyways.

I had no idea he was a composer.

(I actually had very little idea of who he was at all, but that is neither here nor there.)

It is interesting to read about his musical exploits in the 1940-60s.

His work with various weather Japanese patrons and the NY Philharmonic are delightful. Acoustically.

I've always considered music as one of the most widespread and infectious forms of art.

The medium is sound waves and, due to their ease of dispersal, they are appreciated by every living being that can hear.

It's interesting to be that this particular medium of art has become so popular that it is considered separate from "art art" when, in actuality, there isn't a different.


Cage's dealings with and apprenticeship under Schonberg (stupid typing system)were humorous. I always think the best teachers are the ones that both make you love them and annoy the fuck out of you.

There is something about that that motivates people beyond either on their own.

Ah well. A good read about music and art.


And that's it.

Recods #3

Not much this week. Besides the fleshing out of ideas.

And working on them.


For that, I have these.

This is the beginnings of a high density mine on the bottom of world that I am making my piece on.

It has two floors, at the moment, and should span a few miles underground in all directions. I should be able to get plenty of materials to construct the edifice.

This is the 80% efficiency high density tree farm that I constructed.

It will provide me with all the wood I need to keep making tools.

Since, in Minecraft, tools wear out and break every so often, I will need a very large number of them to mine all the stone I need to construct the edifice.

So far, material collection is coming along nicely.

I plan to finish construction in one or two days after I have all of my materials.

I will be recording certain points of the construction process.

It should be interesting to see.


And that's it.

Five on your six.

More response to readings.

Chapter five, line quality.

This was pretty straight forward to me.

I read many webcomcis everyday and each day I get to see a creator use lines to convey whatever meaning they seek to.

Each style is indicative of something.

Some more successful than others, but you get the idea.

The many examples of different line quality, that run right along side the text, help emphasis the range of emotions you can get.

And all through sight. Crazy.

My drawing teacher, back at moorpark, always told us that line quality is one of the deciding factors in how your drawings turn out.

Most of all, he emphasized varied line quality (in that the lines changed and breathed as they moved along the page.)

It's neat to see it explained in detail.

As for chapter six.

Storytelling.

Or how to do the "show and tell" that comics, pictures and anything that is told through sight really, does.

The various styles listed were familiar.

I'm glad I have names to put them to now.

Word specific, Picture specific, Duo specific, Additive, Parallel, Montage and Interdependent.

All that.

It's nice to put a name to a face.

Metaphorically.

Here are some interesting examples to contrast.

Comic wise.

Dominic Deegan

Questionable Content

Sinfest

All safe fer work.

Have fun.

Hope you don't mind loosing an afternoon.


And that's it.

Up up and away.

So. You want us to, "Confession: fearful / scary moment. Dig deep and really recall that moment."

Okay.

Cod dammit.

Ugh. I know exactly what to do here.

Don't even have to think about it.


It was a few years ago.

I was at the San Diego Zoo.

I was in the bird exhibit. Some huge aviary filled to the brim with breainless feathery assholes.

I like birds.

I like how they can fly.


The aviary had some stairs built into it so that people could get a better look at all the birdies.

I am afraid of heights.

But I can usually handle myself with stairs, even stairs that are kind of thin looking. They are still made of metal. I just grab that railing like a boss and control myself.

But these stairs.

No. They were made of FUCKING

GLASS.

That was BITCHIN having to go up those. Especially since you HAD to take these stairs to get out of the aviary. It was a one way pathway, and there were a shit ton of people.

I was FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT here.

I could have filled a fucking pool with my sweat and I have the skin chemistry where I barely sweat in nearly all situations.

FUCK.

Even thinking about this is giving me chills.

AUGH.

Fucking heights.



I am a little better now. I worked on a few things in order to bring my fear of heights into line. I didn't like having such a huge weakness.

But god dammit.

That memory still fucks with me.

I'm just glad that I managed to get the fuck out of there without causing some kinda scene.




Seriouslly, who the FUCK makes a set of stairs and pathways out of GLASS. A FUCKING HUNDERED FEET IN THE AIR.

AUGH.

Fuck this.

And fuck them.


That's it.

Also...

This is for my TA. To explain what minecraft is.

Sun-shine, lollypops and rainbows; everything that's wonderful is what I feel.

Okay. Good thing confession time stuff.


Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.

...

.....................................................

Fuck.




I am generally in a pretty good mood.

I can't really think of a particular time when I was really much more happy than being content.

Not that this is a bad thing. It's just that I don't feel bad often enough that I have real high highs or low lows.

Or something.


Okay I think I got a good one.

A year ago, during winter break. Around Christmas (x-mas, holidays, what the fuck ever you want to say) I was at my parents house, sitting on the rug in front of the fireplace.

There was a nice fire going and I was warming myself up/enjoying the sight of the flames.

I felt really content, in that particular moment.

It was really late at night.

So I was just enjoying the dying embers.


Something about the situation made me feel...

Good.

There really isn't any other way to put it.

Hmmm.






Sappy.


Whatever.

I guess you can just...

And that's it.

Hubris.

UNRELATED:


Now that that is out of the way.

Let's talk about pride.

God ducking fammit not that kind of pride!

The kind you have when you do something good or cool!

Usually anyways.

I'm supposed to talk about a time where I felt pride after making a work of art.


This is kind of awkward for me.

I feel really great whenever a ceramic piece that I make comes out really nice.

But I feel this after each piece. And it always seems to be greater or different than the last.

Like that musical scale that seems to go up forever.

Like this:


This is because I see my past self as an idiot.

(And my future self as kind of a fucker too, but that isn't the point.)

So I go into this weird self depreciating spiral of

"Oh man this is great!"

"Wait fuck I should be doing better argh!"

"Workworkworkworkwork."

You get the idea.


So lets talk my most recent favorite piece.

I made a set of five small ceramic vessels, as a commission for a family friend, and I really enjoyed how my glazing brought out the delicacy of the forms.

They were all very small and intended for use in a tea set (With one being slightly larger to hold candies or sugar or some shit. Dunno, but it was awesome.)

But the glaze was a simple use of cobalt blue and clear glazes. Each was double dipped on the outside with cobalt (From opposite ends, so the line where they overlapped was darker.)

The insides were coated in clear (which makes a nice gray on B-mix clay bodies) and then splashed with some more cobalt blue glaze in a pattern I came up with. Using a calligraphy brush.

When I was glazing them, I had only the vaguest idea of what it was going to turn out as, but I was extremely pleased to see what my results had wrought.

I had even gotten some comments from other people at the studio over my glazing choices.

Yeah, that was showing off a little, but I guess everyone deserves a little pride once in a a while.

I try not to do it that often.


And that's it.

Embaras-mint.

Hmmm. Okay this is kind of hard.

I can think of times I have been embarrassed, but no time when it has been a really severe and humiliating ordeal.

Wait.


I got it.

Okay, At the beginning of my time here at UCSB, I attended the orientation. It was to get my bearings and to talk to the adviser for my major. Ceramics.

I spent most of the day going on tours and being either bored or learning some genuinely interesting things that I would need to know.

I finally got to the office of the adviser, and had a chance to speak to her about what classes I would take to start off my degree.

She asked me what my focus in art was.

I said Ceramics, and after she gave me a quizzical look, I told her that - on the school website - ceramics was listed as an area of focus for an arts degree.

She told me that it had been canceled for several years.



I was confused for a moment.

And then just generally very discombobulated.

And really fucking embarrassed.


She gave me some important forms and told me to think about how I would progress.

Now, that was pretty bad on the embarrassment scale.


Then I had to go tell my parents, who had taken me up to Santa Barbara and were eagerly waiting to hear all about my orientation.

This blew the previous moment out of the water.

Not only was I mortified that I had made such a catastrophic error, but I had to tell my parents - who can barely afford to help me with college anyways - all about how I fucked up.

It was... not fun.

But I worked through things at least.

Soooooooo yeah.

Ugh now you all fucking know.

Good times.


And that's it.

P.S. ( If you are reading this Trela; Hi! :D )

Lecture time.

So, the body.

First off, fun lecture. The stretching was a great way to get the point across about the main focus.

Also woke me the hell up, which was considerate.

The different styles of body photography (Maplethorp, Albert Chong, Joel-Peter) (The way Chong changed Kip's work into his own was funny and simple. Very neat to see that comparison.)

The adds were funny. Especially the Korean ones. I mean some of those were just blatant.

But I guess that was the point.

The magazine companies could put that blatant stuff in there and get away with it with a huge shit eating grin. Whatever, not my problem. Your clientele will buy what they want I guess.

Sam's stuff. That is just viscerally fascinating.

Watching the video of his "timeclock" piece actually hurt my eyes and gave me a slight headache after a while.

I am very familiar with what sleep deprivation will do to a person, and seeing it over the course of a year was immediately recognizable and slightly emotional.

The determination and willpower was nice, but as Kip said, that isn't what the piece was about (according to Sam.)

I think it relates to life, and how short it is.

It is fleeting and powerful.


And that's it.

Okay now this tome fo' reals.

ART ART ART ART ART

So I went to the Art Exhibit in the Multicultural center of the SRB.

The title is "Bridgeing Through the Arts: Transracial Community Building" and I gotta say.

It was pretty neat.

But I would like to focus on three paintings preceding it.

Specifically, the three that guard the northern wall of the open portion of the SRB.

These paintings, which you cannot avoid seeing as you go into the main area of the hall, depict the nude human form. The leftmost image views a human from the back, cut off at the upper leg. The rightmost image views a woman's head and torso, cut off below the breast. The center image views a slightly abstracted closeup of a neckline.

They all have a particular motif of en extremely large variety of hues used instead of traditional skin tones. The tones used add up to the classification I would call a

Minus the "Reading" bit.

The color scheme leaves you with a sense that, not only are racial interrelations being payed attention to, but that the interactions and inclusiveness of race based community works also have important and highly interesting merit.

The beauty in the form and composition of the paintings mirrors the beauty in the concept of transracial community building.

Or at least that is what I read into it as.

It is through that, that these paintings set the mood of the art exhibit, and the mood of the Multicultural center as a whole.

I went crazy...

But the SRB is locked until Monday. The art thing I was going to review is in there. I'm kinda fucked, but this post will be edited with the real thing on Monday. Dammit SRB. Just fucking dammit. I can see you people in there. Fuck you guys.

CONFESS YOUR SIGNS I MEAN SINS. I MEANT SINS.

Time to write some proposals, yo.

...



Okay then

1. I want to wear some confessions. Anonymously if wanted. I will have the class I am with each confess something. (I can't make anyone participate, but it would be nice.) And have it written anywhere on my body above my waist on my skin. Anywhere, hands, eyelids, etc. They can write it themselves or if they don't feel comfortable they can just have a message transcribed. Walking confession billboard.

2. I punched a hole in a wall once while I was having a mental breakdown over my parents confronting me about what I was going to do with my life. I almost hit my own father. I'm glad I didn't. I want to make a sculptural depiction of a hand punching a knife. The hand will be being split between the third and fourth knuckle. The knife will be wedged in between the "bones". Single fire, bisque.

3. Cut off a certain length of hair. As a performance. Symmetrical cutting on both sides of my head. At the point past the ponytail. I think part of the reason that I keep my hair long is because of my ex. Maybe by getting rid of it I can cut out that part of me that makes me angry. I don't want to be angry whenever I remember this stuff. I don't want to get a complete haircut. I like it too much. But this will remind me to "cut it out."


And that's it.

ART DUMP CRAP STUFF #2

This week consisted of:

1. Dressing inappropriately
2. Lying on the internet.

So, basically an average week.


But this time I was able to get school credit for it.

Yay!

The dressing inappropriately involve me looking like this.

I am sure you are familiar with this picture (from the previous blog post.

Bluh bluh. Huge repeat.

But, yeah, interesting to watch all the reations I got. I am really glad I don't have to wear this every day.

Like people who have to deal with nuclear contamination.




Coughcough.


Also I contributed a fictional story to a truthful publication.

After laying the false trail, I didn't receive any comments. Mine was probably a bit too unreal.

I don't mind. As that was my intention.

But I hope some people enjoyed the story at least.

After all, a little flesh devouring sand is sure to brighten up anyone's day.

The Creeping, Hungry Sands of Tule isn't even the worst thing on that site.

But I'll be damned if they aren't infectious in their readability.


I look forward to reading the Daily Nexus article about the fake stories.

Should be a hoot.


And that's it.

All the comics. All of them.

Woooooooo.



This is a good book.

It's not a huge fucking pain in the ass to digest.

(Apologies for being late, as I didn't know the arts library closes on Saturday, otherwise I would have just done is Friday.)

I actually started reading ahead.


Anyways, The third and fourth chapters deal with closure and time/motion.

The third chapter really was in the gutter.

Or it was about the gutter, anyways. The space between comic panels.

And about how they incite and provide the closure that comics thrive on.


Kind of like what I am doing with my text.

In order.

For you.

To read and experience my words.

At the...


Intonation.


That I intend.

I think that the goal oriented based society of the west could learn a whole lot more from the cyclical and balanced societal values of the east.

In all aspects.

There are advantages to both, but things have been so goal focused for such a long time, that resources are running out.

Which is... yano.

Bad.

The various transition types for the gutter were interesting too.

As for chapter four...

It's about time... I got to it.

And yes, it is also about time.

And motion.

Not that motion!

Even if that is pretty good...

But it's about the ways that comics can be arranged, with their gutters in the right places, to imply motion through time through the motion on the page.

I read a lot of comics.

It was nice to see how some of the mechanics behind them work.

Here is another place that I read some of these mechanics explained.

This motherfucker is amazing. End of story.

Here is the post where he talks about motion the most. And Character design. Mildly NSFW.


And that's it.

P.S.

Douche amp.

I like some of Duchamp's stuff.

I like the balls he had to submit that urinal.

I like the actual thought that went into his works, and how the challenge that they posed (to the art community) enhanced the impact they had.

I like how he stuck to his feelings when he changed from painting to other mediums (inventing the idea of using ready-mades in the process) because of his feelings towards art "monetarization." That doesn't seem feasible for starting artists though.

It's sad really, but that is one of the trials that a society that values corpratocracy over people being happy and healthy. Fuckasses.

Oh wait I went off again, excuse me.

His use of nudes in art, at the time of the creation of Nu Descendant un Escalier, was considered blasphemy. Yet today, it is probably his most famous painting.

(I warned you about stairs bro.

I told you dog.)

Now, I've never exactly been the biggest cubism fan.

This work doesn't strike my chords quite like other pieces do.

But I still see what his work has done.

The use of the nude seems almost synonymous with artistic painting these days.

Why?

Because Duchamp challenged the convention at the time; the power of that painting is kind of staggering, in hindsight.

I also like the chess obsession he picked up in his latter years.

I kind of want to make a chess set. Ceramic-wise.

Hmmm.

Now to think of a cool motif.


And that's it.

The ole' switcheroo?

Shit.

My back itches.

In fact my back itches a LOT.

A whole lot.

I need some serious scratchifyin'. No ordinary back-scratcher will do.

Thankfully, there is something that can solve my irksome infliction.

FINE ART!

Let's take a look at this sucker.

IT'S THE ITCHFUCKER 9000! With this baby you will never have to worry about having an itch again!

It's patented "sharp-as-all-fuck" technology will quickly (and permanently) make sure that your skin will be itch free! What is left of it anyways.

One use of this baby and itches will be the least of your problems!

You simply affix it to your home ceiling with some form of rope or chord and then rub whatever area you wish to cleanse of that burning irritation onto the inner curve. We call this out, also patented, G spot.

The G stands for grating!

Because as you use it it grates off large portions of your epidermis! But you don't need that so don't worry about it.

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You want art?

I got art.

It is shocking how much art I can find in the world.

In fact here is one now.

Look at this masterwork.

The combination of copper and deep black tones, combined with the stark white linework. Evokes images of the depth and breadth of human industrial progress.

The remarkable craftsmanship is almost inhuman in it's precise construction of the delicate curves of the form.

The line quality of the text that adorns the sides of the piece is second to none.

With this masterwork in your home, you will be able to nurture your appreciation for true beauty in art and the world around you.

Nice weather.

So the assignment was to "Alter an everyday action in a physical public environment and document what you did, public reception, etc. How did it change or enhance your understanding of the space and activities within it? Elaborate. Be prepared to discuss what you did in class on Thursday and pull up your blog documentation via the projector for a 3-minute presentation. This will be a precursor to a major assignment later in the quarter regarding public/personal space."

Okay.

I decided to change what I wore.

Clothing and all that.

I wore an extra three jackets (two with hoods.)

My police boots.

Fingerless gloves.

My respirator. Which I normally use for mixing glazes.

And sunglasses.

I looked like this:

I then sat in the middle of the main bike circle from about 4:30pm until 5:00pm.

I got a lot of looks, a ton of glances, a boatload of stares, and a lot of other synonymous terms.

Here are some shots.

Thanks to my friend for taking the shots.

It was interesting sitting there, trying to strain my ears for any comments that people would say.

Beyond confused whispering between some groups, the clearest thing I could hear came from two gentlemen who passed me riding bikes.

More accurately, one was riding a bike while the other held on to his shoulder and rode his skateboard.

I believe he said, "Woah, what's going on here?" before speeding past.

I also saw a pair of (what I assume to be) older women visiting the campus to scope out the school.

I think so anyways, they looked "mum"ish.

Apologies, if you were not, random strangers.

But anyways, they were the only ones to physically stop and comment to themselves, while pointing at me.

I not that I minded. I mean, generating a different reaction was the point.

But most people only glanced while continuing on their way. I probably didn't see most of the glances anyways, since, with the hoods up. I had a real limited field of vision.

It was a very strange experience, to sit there and watch everyone zoom past.

I had wanted to dress like this to say something about radiation.

I don't know how many people got that feeling.


It was fun being in my own thing for once, I don't really know if I'd call it an artwork.


Oh well.

And that's it.

P.S. Yes, it was fucking hot. I was in two winter coats and a windbreaker.

Beach Barred; Killer Dunes, for Real.

Many students at the University of California Santa Barbara have been "disappointed" by the Santa Barbara police department's presence in order to stop Floatopia.

They say that it is to protect the students and the environment, and this is true, but they have no idea how right they really are. Voluminous amounts of trash and changed ph values due to human urine are bad, but they pale in comparison to what is really out there.

Recently, top secret documents from an organization, known simply as SCP, have been revealed to contain information regarding what is really going on at the beach. (Our thanks go out to our annonymous informant, referred to here as insightfulVulva. You work will expose the truth to those willing masses who deserve to know what is really going on around them.) Reports of large dunes of sand moving of their own volition, coinciding with a significant number of missing persons reports, have been revealed that the real trouble in paradise stems from an entity called - SCP-165 - also known as the "Creeping Hungry Sands of Tule" reported to be able to devour a human being whole within minutes. You read that correctly, and as such DO NOT GO TO THE BEACH. The dunes have been known to not only quickly and efficiently devour most organic lifeforms, but they also reproduce at an alarming rate once they do consume something. If more victims are lost to this menace, then the problem could ramp up exponentially. A large enough "sand dune" could wipe out a town in hours...

Local police forces were coerced by the SCP to close the beaches so that reports of the sands could be investigated and contained. Thankfully, the SCP foundation apparently has the necessary resources to contain this... thing.

The Floatopia ruse was a... distatcion.

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Ahahahahahahah!

This was fun.

The messing of a nonfiction and fictional space is quite intriguing.

Thankfully, mine is so damn overblown that I could not be mistaken for reality. It will hopefully mess with some people, before being used for entertainment purposes. At least I will have forever corrupted some people with the SCP series of stories. I know the damn things have kept me up at night.

Give people nightmares?

But they are entertaining that is for sure.

I like playing with this space; I just don't want to cause any undue harm. For a story that is closer to being possible, there is the chance that someone could be negatively impacted. Not that that is inherently bad, it is just very unlikely that it is negatively impact someone who doesn't deserve it.

The whole concept of using fictional/nonfictional space interactions to exact justice seems kind of poetic to me. But that is a tricky area involving laws.

Ah laws, most seem to do quite well.

The only problem is when they protect people who work within those same laws to commit true crimes.

If the person who is responsible for privatizing gains and socializing losses on wall-street were to be inconvenienced by this sort of thing...

Well I wouldn't feel very bad for them.

Is that me showing a malicious and vengeful streak?

Hmmm.

Better be careful of that.

Temper temper.


This little fiasco seems to skirt that slope quite nicely, so I am satisfied.

And that's it.

Lecture me this.

I always enjoy these.

I really do.

The stand up was bloody hilarious. It was interesting to see how you can be funny and get a real message across all at the same time.

The message of the day was identification. Stuff and things that we use to identify ourselves.


Huh.

I think I am just me. I will stop there.


But lecture detailed a large number of things that I, or anyone else could go to for box encapsulation.

Also the definitions for reflexivity and instillation artwork.

I was more familiar with the second than the first.

(RANDOM LINK BECAUSE THIS IS AMUSING: We ran out of CD space.)

The components of a portrait bit was something I particularly liked.

I had a general knowledge of the tree parts, but was not really conscious of them. This, specifically, is very useful for me to have quantified and straightened out.

Yaaaaaaaay.

:3c

And that' is it.

P.S. I think I know exactly what I am going to do for the confession project. I am a little nervous. If I have the guts to do it. Nothing bad, just... really personal.

I'll think about it.

ART SHITE DUMP #1

Aaaaaand my first record of the stuff that I do. Be do be doooooo.

Let's start with these.

Hmmm.

Noodles.


Delicious.

Now then, what the-

Where the heck did they go?

It's almost as if they went...

Rominoff.

(Hehehe.)

Also we did the prop game.

In section.

My group was pretty funny.

That pikachu (not seen in this photo) had me cracking up.

It was to be used as bait.

The respirator was an air filter and built in radio (to a 24/7 call center with operators standing by to assist you for all your fright based needs!)

It also had a built in kippah. For faith on the go.

The handlebars were a personal... bumper. To bump away the people you don't want to deal with.

It was all contained in the handy dandy guitar case/body armor.

Tough as nails. Grrrrr.

We cobbled them all together to make a personal survivor kit for agoraphobics.

(Only 9 easy payments of 99.99!)

Pffft.




I brought the respirator.

Bingo.

And that's it.

I spy with my little eye. Something that begins with "A".

I wen't to the CCS student gallery show "Chromophiliac"

It was a little bit ago. But I have the images and it was really cool.

I was in it but that is dumb so I will show you everyone else really cool art pieces.

Time for picture spam.

There were more pieces but I don't have good shots of everything.

Thankfully I was not the only one recoding things, so there are images out there.

Somewhere.

I think.





It was fun to go to. I saw some amazing pieces that really made me consider some interesting concepts and how color effects those who experience them.

And that's it.

Put some jelly on that hot god.

Comics.

I like them. Especially web comics. For their accessibility and funny features.

Especially this one: http://www.mspaintadventures.com/?s=6

Read this and be better off for it.

Note: It is long. And read the previous adventure too for even more distilled badasserawesomery.

Onto the readings.


I like how this bookcomic is organized.

It is a good read.

The term sequential art is an interesting label for them.

Incidentally, I also read a webcomic called: http://www.collectedcurios.com/sequentialart.php?s=1

Also very funny.

And long.

(This blog bears no responsibility for lost afternoons due to aforementioned links.)


But something that is not long is the assigned reading that I keep getting away from

Focus time.

Really.

HOLYSHITASQUIRRELGOTTACHASEITGOTTACHASEITGOTTA-

Ahem.




I've been reading a large number of web comics for a while now. I'm pretty familiar with the space = time aspect of their use. Webcomics, interestingly enough, reintroduce the time aspect. Due to their daily, semi daily, etc etc schedule of updating.

Reading about ancient examples of comics (Bayeux tapestry, egyptian painting, greek painting, japanese scrolls, etc etc.) was also quite stimulating.

I hope the debate continuqes for as long as it can.

I like debates.

And I know human beings are stubborn as fuck, so it won't end for a long time.

Yay!

Second chapter was equally interesting, discussing icons (along similar veins that the first 7A lecture traversed.)

I like the concept of how abstraction leads to amplification of meaning.

Makes sense to me.

B|


The map of comics is also fun to see where different comics arrange themselves in the huge arse world of comic-ery.

The atoms > molecules > life metaphor also was very poetic. But that is just the sciency part of me speaking.


We sure are selfish fucks aren't we?

Yeah.

But we're our selfish fucks.

:3


And that's it.

Hi ideas. Won't you stay for tea?

Edit: I AM A COMPLETE TWIT INCAPABLE OF MAKING SURE HE HITS THE PUBLISH POST BUTTON IN A TIMELY AND PRECISE FASHION.

Moving on.


Time for prolific postulation on the propagation of pandemic producing points of powered interest.

Brainstormin'.

Woooo.


Hmmmm...

"!"


Confessions. Two people confess something of equal intimacy to each other. They then reveal what the other person confessed, but do not reveal who the other person is. Ever. The check and balance would be that if one person did, the other could also reveal the opposing confession.

This idea could also be adapted into a chain.

"Other people's problems."

Just the first idea that came to me.

Very simple. It could use a lot of work and refinement.

But that is what brain stormifying is for.

I will have a hard time with this because there is very little that I am not willing to confess, if someone asks sincerely for the sake of curiosity.

The reluctance to confess is something that I would need a better graps of in order to make something neat.
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Sequence/Narrative.

I had an idea for my Adv. Sculpture class in CCS that I want to flesh out. It works very well here. I think so anyways.

We all see the bike paths that permeate every pore of the UCSB facility.

I want to write on them. In large noticeable letters.

Something commenting on taking things for granted.

I need to think about this more. But I like the basic concept.

Also, it would be fun to paint very late at night.

Because that is the only time i could fucking get to 'em without getting mauled.
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Alternate persona.

I have too many of these.

But that is because I am an asshole.

But I am an asshole who is perfectly willing to admit it.

Again. Pose me a question, to receive an answer. I like the truth more than most things.

Maybe... a project where question are answer by the same person (me or someone else or whatever) done in different persona.

Hmmm. This one is hard.

Glad it isn't the first project.
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Personal space.

I have as much control over my personal space as my fist and my mouth dictate.

Some project relating to the use of both in tandem.


Something... fightey...
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That is what I got so far.

Chapter 1: BLUH BLUH HUGE TEXT

Okay it wasn't bad at all, but that wouldn't make for a funny.

The introduction chapter of the reader was a quick read (only a scant three pages) but I enjoyed it.

The start goes on about Marcel Duchamp, John Cage, Jean Tinguely, Robert Rauschenberg, and Merce Cunningham.

All very famous artists who I have heard something about in the past.

Okay I am more "kinda sorta vaguely" familiar with their bodies of work, but thanks to this introductory text, I have a better idea.

I really liked the bit about "aesthetic heresy."

WAIT SHIT NO IT'S THE COMMISSAR FUC-

*BLAM*

*thud*





















Naa I'm okay.

Anyways, that part interested me greatly.

I work as a ceramicist most of the time. My work is taking dirt and making it into pretty shapes. It is really hard to move away from formal artistic methods in this medium.

You make a vessel.

It's either nice or crappy.

What I have noticed is that all the ceramic work that I see other people do.

And I do mean all of it.

It has a particular aesthetic. The way that curves are formed.

The way handles are attached.

The way foots are carved.

The construction of the shoulder.

And a whole bunch of other terms that you probably don't want to hear about...

They all have this similar style to them.



I want to do something different with my pottery.

And this text really sang to me about that.

Not literally, as that is quite sappy and artsy fatsy, but you get the picture.


In my ceramic works, I want to have the freedom that this introduction retails.

I think it will make my pieces better.


Back to the wheel I guess. Can't develop a different ceramic aesthetic just sitting on my ass.

But the ceramics lab is closed until next week.

Ah fuck.

I can wait.


And that's it.