Been around two years right?

So maybe I'm just excited to see my family soon, but I was humored when I remembered that it is closing in on two years since Caleb and I traversed the seas of Wisconsin and Illinois to audition at Visible.

 And now to find myself sitting at the Keith's kitchen table making cutouts, of me acting like a fool for my next photo assignment, is quite funny at eleven pm.


                                                

                               








Never would I have guessed  that this is where life was taking me.  I have no regrets!

And there is another thing, I have never been able to do homework in living room or in any other part of the house but the kitchen. It has been this way ever since I was a youngster sitting at the table with my sibling doing Saxon math and breaking pencil lead.

Always the kitchen... always.


I'm really excited about these cutouts. There are so many times when I see some kind of human interaction in real life that sparks my interest and  I think to myself, "That would make a great skit!" Now if I use this idea wisely, I might be able to pull some pretty cool ideas into reality.

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Tests

Well this time, I am completely removing myself from the scene and creating new context. I am now quite literally the paint on this canvas. and it makes me excited. These are just test shots. I do like putting the scene outside, but I don't like the cardboard box. And we have glare problems. Probably best to shoot later in the day.

These were taken with color film.

It is one of those days

So here I am sitting in the printing lab just wanting coffee and home. I had fantastical ideas today on using a transparency projector and shadows for my first legit studio lighting project. Problem: it wasn't a studio light it was a blaring sun beam and the more the sun beams,  the less the shadow.

 So when I tried incorporating my silhouettes with the hot lights I saw not the magic, but the failure.

And after Alleli and Laramie showed up my mind went blank. I didn't know what to do. So the best plan was to start breaking lights. After that, I still didn't know what to do. I can explain in words today.

So here I sit printing and tweaking. Lord have mercy. Spring break can't come fast enought.

But on the up beat, I have asked to use the projector again. It's such a great idea!

What the heck am I saying.

IPC class is all about visual concepts that bend toward the conceptual and metaphysical rather than the literal. this assignment was all about quick visual sketches through the use of a camera. Quicker to brainstorm I guess. In light of that, I could use some help. I won't tell my concept, but I would love a few guesses. What is this poor lost student trying to say? 

Just Let It B

It disappoints me to think that most of my classmates and those who see what I do in school and in my assignments, think I'm simply the performance one in the group, staying two ounces shy of conceptuality. I come from a world of blatant literalness and Northern living. Yup that is true.

Example:  If you are an artist in Duluth, MN, you better be painting the scenic lighthouse and Lake Superior for the rest of your days.

 And for the past two years I have been introducing myself to a strange new world. It's like learning a language. I simply can't receive it like salvation and know I have a new soul overnight.

In the face of humorist performance. It's plainly therapy. I have to deal with so much mental shit from the moment the eyes are opened, that unless I divert myself in a positive way, I can't deal. I have to be able to find laughter wherever I can go in order to breathe properly. So until I have the balls to tell my story, it's what's going down for me.

I love what everyone else is doing in school.  From molds that woman try to fit into, to adolescence at it's finest.

Every Rule Has Been Broken

I believe I broke all the rules on this one. From abusiveness with the curves option, to blatant wording. 

Whatever.