Can't stop to dream. Happiness depends upon ourselves.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Kim with many pony tails.

Brain storming for Trace / Repetition

There were 3 ideas at the start.
1. To narrate how to create an ever growing pile of laundry on your bed. / Easy.
2. To hang out with people, collect the ashes from their repetitious smoking, and draw an overall picture of them smoking, with their ashes. / Moderate - Interdisciplinary
3. To coalesce the responses which people give when I say I am going to cut my hair, then to have my ha
ir cut by either these persons, the class, me, or all 3. Then to save the hair in a tupperware container. Easy / yet Moderate / yet Useful / yet a push. Yet nothing at all.

I'm drinking wine right now - and trying to envision this piece. What if, I were angry. Or sad. Or happy... jolly. I really want an audio component. I could video tape myself talking, sending a message to my other account on facebook, and play that through some speakers... yes.

What would I be saying. I would be saying what others have said - I would say what I thought,
I would maybe say why I'm cutting my hair off, or why it's difficult. I may digress, I may end it quick, or have it linger on and on and on.

Should I be drinking?

Could I fake drink?

Yes I could fake drink. I could predrink too, pre drink the empty bottle which I would bring. The trace of me thinking about this, this could even be printed out, or said out loud, or recorded. HOly shit. So many options.

But which one, would have them, or better yet, which one would have me understand what that is I am doing. Is that sentence even correct?

I do like that Video Message Idea.. because I could play it on the speakers behind the class, and then I would be against the wall.. so it'd be.. Me sitting by the wall, then the class.. standing? Should I be elevated? Then the message playing. They would hear the thoughts in my head. I should try not to censor. I censor a lot.

Something too real, that I wouldn't even be able to carry myself the next day. Luckily, I don't have any school on Tuesdays though.

But what you put in, you get out, right?

What goes up, must come down, where there's a will, there's a way! (I typed will instead of 'way' and it sounded redundant and therefore funny.)

Kk

Step by step / Repetition / Trace

0. Ask the class to tie your hair into 5 each strands of ponytails - so as to keep your hair all neat, together, and linear after its cut. (They'll be able to watch the ponytails which they made become separate and lifeless.)
1. Send message to oneself, why / how / about the topic at hand which withholds you, confuses you, you covet. Encouraged to gravitate to the steps which got you there/here in the first place.
2. Play the message which you had previously recorded, set the lights. Start cutting.

If it doesn't fall through, at least my repetition project would be my class mates tying my hair back, and then me having all these pony tails. BAM! Take that Studio practice / Anna, haha.

Anyways, have a good night

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Studio Practice Assignment - Repetition & Trace.

I'm going to get my hair cut by people who I do not know, or either them me.
I'm going to get my hair cut by people who I do not know, or either them me.
I'm going to get my hair cut by people who I do not know, or either them me.
I'm going to get my hair cut by people who I do not know, or either them me.
I'm going to get my hair cut by people who I do not know, or either them me.
I'm going to get my hair cut by people who I do not know, or either them me.
I'm going to get my hair cut by people who I do not know, or either them me.
I'm going to get my hair cut by people who I do not know, or either them me.
I'm going to get my hair cut by people who I do not know, or either them me.
I'm going to get my hair cut by people who I do not know, or either them me.
I'm going to get my hair cut by people who I do not know, or either them me.

My studio teacher asked us to push ourselves for this next assignment. I've been growing an attachment to my hair for a while. I remember being high before and looking in the mirror, pulling at its short ends, wishing that it was long. I remember my face, and the action, the pulling. I can still feel the desperation. Now that I am here... where else to go but back? Or forward.. to another case of short hair scenario. I'm afraid of the withdrawals. I'm afraid that this pent up energy might mean nothing. I'm afraid that I will return, to that lost expression - wanting a new face.

I'm going to get my hair cut by people who I do not know, or either them me.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Making spitballs

I'm going to delete that Bible and Food blog.

It's nice to be in control of what you eat. What I mean by that is, for the past month, my roommate's been splitting on groceries with me, and we've been doing it all hand in hand. But I don't get much of a leash (as I'm sure she would feel too) on independent food supplies. Last night I was up late, until 230 let's say. And I went and did all my grocery shopping before I went to bed. There's this student discount here, and we'll ... without saying it, I did it. Went out and bought my own food. Of course I did tell her that I couldn't continue splitting on groceries on the weekend. But to give me a sense of command, pa cha ya, it's been done. Kudos Kim.

Other than that I'm currently working on my second book project for Studio practise - which is going to be awesome, clean, metallic, shiny, paper-grass like, complete with texture, and an overall light green and beige tone.

I have to do some photography today. I can leave by 11, that's in one hour. Taking pictures along the way. Maybe I'll make couscous first.

So today's Agenda:
-couscous
-photography / 3 contact sheets
-Book # 2
-Anne Frank
-Reading chapter 1 for Writing
-Drawing assignment

Wow, k. Not that much, but some. Top to bottom in order of priority.

I need to make some more spitballs for my book's cover. I don't even know if the paper is acid free.