The good, the Bad, and the Ugly

I really really liked the "Good advice Bad advice" Angel Devil duo shouting at the various passersby.


As a personification of the "angel and devil on everybody's shoulders" they did well to act as their respective advocates.

The things they were shouting had me doubled over in laughter.

"Cheat on your boyfriend... or girlfriend!"
"No don't! You'll fail all your finals if you do!"
"Fuck that, cheat on those too! Oh you, take that dollar!"
"Noooo! That isn't yours why would you do that!"

Pfffffffffftttttttt-

It was even funnier if you noticed the actual moral advocate trying to pass out her papers across from them. I don't quite remember, but I believe it was some religious thing.

Wonder how she felt about it?

Hopefully, amused.


And that's it.

What the fuck happened to my Beau post?

It was right fucking here.

Goddammit.


FINE.

I'll rewrite it.

(Dammit blogspot you are embarrassing me infront of nobody because no one reads this piece of shit. Bah.)


)))Edit: Oh wait, I'm blind. Disregard that. But read this anyways because I said some more uninteresting things.(((

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Okay okay okay shut up for a sec.

Spoken word time, and I need some fucking silence here.





Good.


I'm not much of a spoken word as art kind of person.

I mean, I work with ceramics.

Clay.

Dirt.


Fucking mud.

Not exactly a noisy medium


Not that I don't enjoy spoken word.

I just never had much contact with it.

But according to certain people. I can talk. But I'm not much of a talker in public.

I guess this is why I am taking that public speaking course. And why I can talk the fuck out of anyone who I consider close to me. And on the internet where no one gives an aerial fornication.

Goddamn shyness, fuck you.

These limits do not please me.

But this Beau character.


That was enjoyable.

I think that he is funny.

And that his performance was funny.

And worth listening to.

I like how, when he was dropping papers, he kicked one into a perfect spin. That, for some reason, tickled me pink for a while.

I liked the content too, but that is all people talk about. And a waste to mention here. Since I agree with most points.

The experience will mess with those who don't. I like that.

I hope it does it.


And I hope he does it.


And that's it.

Mun day. Lecture.

Sorry fer bein' late.

But this one was also entertaining.

At this point, I've come to associate the 7A class lectures as an informative cavalcade of information and a funny as hell show. At university prices, this is appreciated.

Just a little.

Now they just need to feed us during it.

(Note to self: Suggest suggestion box. Then submit that suggestion.)

I'd like to talk about this bit first.

The story-time readings were interesting.

The sex thing was funny and I don't really know what else to say about it. Not that it didn't have an effect. I am just at a loss for words.

I mean...










Fuck.

Resonance. That is something we had to work with in Chinese art history.

Or, rather, the word is the same. Breath resonance is one of Xie He's six laws of painting. It is the first law. It is a bitch to define.

I think it is the same kind of resonance. All these types of resonance (for artwork) seem to be the same. It is something that is really fucking hard to put into words, but that is easily recognizable by viewers. How do we recognize quality? You can't really understand how we do it, but we all can. Usually.


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.

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.