Spark

December 22nd, 2014

     10:47pm

     I think I pushed the limit to just how often I am in thought. In reality, or better yet realization, my so-called "to-do list" of primal goals, inventions, books, movies, video games, board games, innovations, magazines, pieces of art, textbooks, compositions, (taking in a breath) toys, apps, designs, fashion trends, architectural structures, modes and methods of style, characters, shows, calendars, educational aids, Eco-friendly products, food recipes, and maybe even an art cafe. With all of that in mind supposedly to happen, it may be time to step back, and look at the facts. For one, I might have collectively, about two hundred dollars a year. I'm pinching for pennies, sometimes not stepping in my local convenience store for a month on end. That's because I am not the one behind the counter. It may be luck or how I'm filling the applications, but as far as I know, my new year's resolution may be rolled-over to next's. Also, I believe that I talk extensively on those ideas, with my

Interval

Self discovery has been a reoccurring thought of mine, radiantly plopping on the day's plate from time to time as I go about with whatever I may have done or had been doing. My mind has changed altogether, yet I preserve the ideology of being consistently inconsistent. It is a bother, as I sigh saying. But what has come up was a new way of tackling the preoccupation. This happened I believe on Tuesday, when I took the last half of my six tests for first trimester of eleventh grade. Despite my uplifting antics on academic affluence, the week, I spent looking for Black Friday deals (my birthday). As to say, I peeked over the shoulder for the weekend a little too frequently.
Here is what I had come up with:

• The more I ponder, no matter the individual or subject, the blurrier the effect of understanding.
• Thoughts are a force. Thoughts are a force....
• Often I describe paintings blindfolded, or, by feeling. It is not in me to be a voice without a strength in my vocal cords. "La-de-da" times are over. Trials are the new foot in the water.

January 1st, 2015
11:54am

I can't take it anymore! The shade cast aloft my path is only an illusion I create to shrink upon before it. The all of my saying is but a cycle of my mind, yes. Fathom is shortened, jitterbugging processes, oh, how can I help keeping this away?

The best way to let this perspective wrap, lacking the technology of revealing my backstage of a head, is to simply tell you about it. 

I am the peg on the metronome. Not the swaying arm, but the centered piece that marks a beat. For long it has yet to change.

"The grade's not about what it is now, but what it will be."

"How's the book coming along, Dan?"

"Whatever it is, whether it's a book, a game, or a movie; give me the first copy of it."

"You certainly have some hefty aspirations. I'm certain that it'll all come together in a smooth manner."

"I believe you can."

"I know you can do this."

But of course, I am exaggerating quite a bit in this drama. A new year comes not a new me, as I've heard, but an improved character of mine. Why respond to an opportunity with a dim light from the entrance? Taking off the sunglasses, it is clear what is significant. Strength is in the ideas one may carry. So, change of mind, change of life. Pull out a new set of batteries, and let that baby shine.

Happy New Year of 2015

Art update: My archive

So I had these lying around unnoticed and alone and thought about dusting them. Today was that day for doing that, so now I present to you, art.

Still life: Indoor autumn

Paper: White poster
Size: 12" X 18"
Media: Pencil, Charcoal

About: For this piece our class had to set up a table of grab-box objects. We had the chance to exchange what we had for another, ours was acceptable the way it was. Each of us drew it in different angles, not limited to only the outskirts of the desks. One group I remember, had someone stand on a chair, and did it from there. This piece had to be done outside of the social hour, with photographs to replace its setting. The background would not darken to satisfaction with the stick I currently was using.

Self Portrait: Thoughtful

Paper: White Poster

Size: 18" X 24"

Media: Colored Pencil, Pastel (only for the hair)

About: It's not a surprise that the first noticeable element shown here is the overlaying square of paper of my left eye. Not long after I began sketching, a spill horrifyingly moved in at the most inconvenient occasion of my available work days. So much, my teacher said "we can make this mistake into a happy one", considering how great innovators use incidents to their advantage. I thought and stayed thinking, wondering if a square would be that noticeable. But, to my insight, a friend thought of how "cool"  the edge gave to my portrait. I think I should stop working in the kitchen.

Negative drawing: Skull

Paper: Black construction paper

Size: 9" X 12"

Media: White Charcoal

About: This was the last assignment I had from the second installment of the art class, Studio Art II: Drawing. Relieving ourselves from the final project (self-Portrait), this served as a metaphorical day out in the sun for ice cream. I made two copies, one with more in-between values, the other this one, the one I kept. Several different choices were available to choose from, from sunflowers to vases, to a fish, to a marble on a barrel, to even a custom request.

From the very first day, when I raised my hand to depict the message within the photograph, to the hand going up the stair case, to both final projects, I learned an important lesson in the short year with her. There is more to the classroom than just the grade or the friends made, and one should not see the wall first before observing the room, meaning, opportunity is within the folds of every matter in life. When one goes out of his/her way to step back and realize the true potential within, think of it when traveling to a foreign country. The possibilities won't be unseen.