Sunday, October 12, 2008
I'm applying for another minor art's scholarship that sounds really neat for what it is. In fact, any high school artist around San Diego/LA should probably check into this: http://musiccenter.org/education/spot_visual.html
Only one pieces is required to be sent in; initially a jpeg. If you make it past the preliminary round, you bring your original piece along with other artworks to be reviewed by artsy museum owners in LA. Anyone who makes it past the preliminary round gets their artwork displayed in some gallery and you earn 250 dollars to an art class of your choice. Grand prize earns a 5,000 dollar scholarship. It's a pretty easy thing to apply for, especially since it can be done online-- I really encourage all who read to take part in it.
I need some of your help though; I've narrowed all the directionless art down to what I think is the most presentable, but I need opinions as to what you think is the strongest. It's reviewed really generally under:
• Artistic choices
• Skill and execution
Any advice would be deeply appreciated. Thank you.
Monday, October 6, 2008
I met Tyler's brother this weekend. He's just like Tyler, except he's 27 and has tatoo's. It's really cool. He says I look like Wes Anderson. That's my only complaint.
This is Wes Anderson.
This is me.
Wes Anderson has never played an accordion. His older brother remains incorrect like Tyler.
I realized eating dinner with Tyler's family/friends, your relationships with people play out in a much more natural way when you're older. This is the part where I rant about how shallow high school is. (I won't really.)
I'm 16. I have problems.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
I am too.
I finished Gautama.
It could have turned out better, but it was excellent finishing something on such a large scale.
I also wrote something which is rather sappy.
A walk down my own street is rarely what it takes to feel overwhelmed with perpetual poetic verses, emanating through limited human lucidity. Wilted wild flowers waste unto tire worn pavement, whose dying colors sing of nature’s indifference; constant is its tune of brief endings, of births that soon follow, and of growth preceded and proceeding without influence of human thought or will. Knowing of a song greater than my brief existence thus, greater than brief existences for all held loved and dear, sought when overwhelmed with absurdities of my own life, and whose forever gentle melody plays and surrounds examples significant and insignificant, provides an unmatched grandeur. Sadly liberating it remains knowing of so much beauty observable from the relative grain of sand that is my own life, while sadly liberating it remains knowing no others see as I see. Liberating as I am completely free within my understood significance, and sad are the pangs of grief when knowing I remain unable to show what I perceive in full.
I wish all of you an excellent weekend.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I think (hope) she liked it.
On another note, music remains so good. I've been listening to so much by so many lately, and something that really stands out to me are the older tunes of Animal Collective. It's never to late to join the caravan that are their neat sounds.
Enjoy Leaf House, and the neat stop motion video that accompanies it:
Monday, September 15, 2008
One and all. A blog uninteresting to most in content and consistent presentation is where you have landed yourself. All the same, bring yourself closer to your monitor; you're among a friend.
Artwork, self created or distantly appreciated is the tongue spoken here, albeit taken lightly. Perhaps, once they are underway, progress of more personal projects will land themselves here. But until then, more rantings and doodles presist through the tunnel that is my space of internet.
Make yourself at home.