Feeld Trihp

We went on a field trip last Friday.
I was most excited to see Klimt at Neue Gallery. It's mostly because I'm so envious of his painting skills. I wouldn't have the patience to make all of those dots, nor would I have the talent to make it look like anything. Anything at all.
Every time, or the past 2 times, we've gone to a museum to look at a particular artist's work I've felt overwhelmed, mostly when I see the signature of said artist. It feels eerie. This also happened when I read the diary of Anne Frank and saw Picasso's work hanging at MoMA. Because you know it's so significant and important and there it is in front of you the actual thing, for lack of a better word. And it's almost impossible to really hate "it" because you know it's such a big deal. Like The Beatles.
I got to see the tree. The tall buildings around it made the tree look smaller. And it's a big tree.
I really loved the show. Unlike in Cage, I thought every cast member was incredible. Especially the band. The way the cast all harmonized was so beautiful. I also liked their one hit wonder covers after the show. I feel like I should be discussing something more significant like the fact they incorporated a screen into the show or how they flew at one point. I liked the music.
What else, what else, what else?
We, my group and I, looked at the windows displays at Saks, I liked that part too. And...
And we also went to Central Park that was really nice. I really liked that part. I was expecting it to be colder. It wasn't. These words are fillers I haven't much else to say. Good night. I liked the trip. Ok, good night.

Sunday Fun Day

This post has nothing to do with Sunday being a fun day or the Bangles. I just wanted that as a title.
I was absent for 2/5 days this week. I know I missed The Prisoner. Poo. And I'm assuming collaging. I really like collaging. It doesn't really involve any thinking. Which is nice sometimes. Cut and paste and then you've got something. Sadly, I only got to make one but I'm excited to see it hung up in the halls.
I want to do more. MORE.
Please.
Tomorrow, or technically today looking at the time, I'm going to finally start up my 365. I think it'll be fun. I subconciously "bitch" everyday I might as well write it down to look back on.
Although I probably won't look back on it much and if I do I'd probably break my computer. I never like my work for more than a week. If even. Every paper I've ever written, every text, every picture, every conversation. Hate it. I always feel like I sound stupid or like I'm trying too hard. Which is ironic because if anything I don't try hard enough. When I try too much it comes out worse I think. I don't know if it's me not trying hard enough or maybe I'm just acting on what I'm thinking so it seems like I'm not working hard at all. Get it?
We'll see, we'll see. I think it'll be satisfying once I'm in the hundreds, even if they're all horrible posts, it's nice to stick with something.

my first late post of the year

I'm actually pretty proud that I've kept up with my blogs. Except for today I mean.
Today I worked on a few more sketches. I don't think I'm getting much better at it. I space out while I sketch and when I finally wake up from my temporary coma I realize I've just scribbled an oval with what looks like fur. Hopefully I'll get better at it.
I'm also hoping that this will help me in the future when I'm extremely successful in the advertisement world. Because I will be.
I still haven't got a clue on what to do for my 365 (see previous blog post).
I'm going to apply for some internships at advertisement firms soon so I can learn a bit over the summer. Maybe they'll like me.
I'm sorry this is so short but I really don't feel like I have anything of value to say today. Or most days. But especially today. It happens.

Daily Practice. Again.

I'm still having trouble coming up with something to do for my daily practice to get better at what I want to do. Advertising.
I like the thought of my ideas influencing other people to do or buy something. It's funny. Well not really funny, kind of scary. That little things can influence a person so much. Little things like color and music. I don't think most people think about that. Most of the things you buy are because of the flashy advertisements not because you really need them. There's something fun about it.
I haven't got many ideas for what I could do. Basically because they're all the same idea. I wouldn't mind reading. I wouldn't mind do anything. I don't know. I don't know what to do that would actually help me improve on my knowledge/skill of advertising. Skill of advertising doesn't sound right. Skill of advertising.
I'm not totally sure what I have to do to work in advertising. I assume I need to take marketing or communications or advertising classes in college. But then what? Do I just apply for a job? Where do I start? What is the process? Where do I end? How much of the process am I a part of? Do I work alone or with a partner? Etc. etc. etc. I'm nervous.
I haven't got much influence to work off of. Only from what I see on television (Full House) and what I can assume.
I think reading would be most helpful. But I'd prefer to let you decide if you don't mind.
I figure there are hundreds and hundreds of books on propaganda that I could read up on. Read up on. That could help me(?). I'm really, really stuck. Really. I'd like to understand the business of it. Although this is an art program, business is an art. But I'm not sure how I could incorporate that into a daily practice. I'm just throwing out some of the things going in my head I'm lost. I am lost.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Daily Practice

When I grow up I want to work in advertising. Preferably writing commercials and jingles. I'm always coming up with jingles in my head and think of ways to improve commercials that are already out. I usually forget a few seconds later. But I'm happy I'll get to write them down to see how I can improve on them and eventually to see how much I've improved.
So I decided for my daily practice I'm going to write a jingle each day on anything I see.
I'm hoping this will help me become better at being creative on a dead line. And being creative in general.
I like the idea of maniplulating people into buy things. I like having that kind of control. If you think about it the only reason people buy anything is because of advertising. It's actually scary. To think just because something is bright red or sparkly with an upbeat tune people are more prone to buying it. It says a lot about us as a society. But now I'm getting off topic.
I think this will be fun. And will ultimately help me in college and hopefully when I get a job after college. Bite me economy.
Not hopefully. I will get a job i advertising. I will. I will I will.

Maturity

This week is a huge blur. Too many last minute quarter assignments and tests on my teachers part. So i'd like to talk about something I've been thinking about lately: maturity.
I've been wondering what exactly makes one mature. I have a few friends that I think would like to think they are super mature and smart but really they're just pretentious, overdramatic, jerks who lack certain people skills that make them seem less human.
Did I say they were my friends?
I can't stand how they think they're so mature just because they're maybe more selfaware than the average 16 year old. I am guilty of sometimes feeling superior to some of the more "dicky" kids in the school but at the same time I'm happy they're dicks! Usually because it makes me feel better about myself. But also because I'm happy for them. Because although there might be a chance that they don't grow out of it when they're older they're just plain stupid for the rest of their lives, but there's also a chance that they'll have really good memories that sum up the times. I don't want to say I'm jealous of that mostly because I hate pitying anyone especially myself.
I think I just went somewhat off of what I was saying earlier in the blog post.
What's more mature? Being self-aware, using big words, and being an articulate speaker? Or being oneself even if that means you're an obnoxious tool?

The Empty Space

I figured you'd be reading enough Metropolis posts tonight and this week so I took the initiative to write about something else. You're welcome.
I want to talk about something that was bothering me in "The Empty Space". In the first chapter "Dead Theatre" or something to that affect, Robert talks about how he's frustrated that audiences aren't getting the true meaning, purpose, of the artist's creation. As the consumer, I don't care about what THEIR purpose is. I care about what I take from it. What it means to me. And if and when I produce pieces I want people to take what they want from them, even if it's the complete opposite of my purpose. I'd just be happy that someone was affected by what I created in some way. I do see where he's coming from, some pieces could be very personal and the artist would want the consumer to know exactly how he felt, what it means, why he did it, who, what where, when, etc. But no. I care more about my opinion.
Metropolis was OK.

Le Film

I'd like to start off by saying, happy Halloween.
You're welcome.
I'm really not into action, mystery, "mind-fuck" movies, but I like this. I say "this" because I can't remember what it's called. It's for the best. I would've wikied it if I knew.
The only problem I have with the movie is keeping up with the female characters. I feel like they all look the same. Maybe because there aren't many female characters. Or maybe because there aren't many main characters. I couldn't tell you who the sister, the friend, the lesbian, the wife, etc. are. That's ok though. By the end of the scene I figure it out. I'm more than excited to see the rest of the movie in full.
I think the reason why I like this movie is because it's in French. If this were in English I probably wouldn't have been as interested at first. I'm trying to save up my minimum wage paycheck to buy myself a Rosetta Stone for Hanukkah so I can learn French. Oui? Oui.

I ate too much candy. Most likely to puke 2012.

Trip Trip Trip

Although I ditched my second day of work most likely putting me on pins and needles with my boss, it was worth it. Trips are my favorite part of STAC so far, it brings us closer together. Our group spent most of the time getting lost but we ended up in some interesting places in result.
I didn't really understand the show, only because I struggled to see most of it. That and I passed out after intermission. Sorry. I did get that the main character and his mother had a bad relationship, other relationship problems, and that led to him almost killing himself. But I'm hoping to be clued in tomorrow.
I loved the Pratt gallery most. I understood psychogeography a bit more after seeing it. My favorite was the perspective of the city in gelatin. I liked how the artist portrayed the city, how fragile it is, and how it could topple over any second. Amazing.
I hope they fire me.

Edit Me

Be Kind Rewind

Being that I am a "noobie", this was my first Be Kind Rewind experience. I liked it, I wish we could make one monthly. Although, I'm sure the floor scenes would quickly become aggravating. I had fun though. I'm really just happy that I got to dress in drag.
It's difficult creating a storyline with a group. Especially when there's no guidelines. Everyone has a million different ideas and opinions and we've only got so much time. I do really like our movie though. I just wish we took it a little less seriously. It's supposed to be a fun project but there we were worried so much about every single detail and in the end we had to go with it. Too much planning.
Any oppurtunity I have to have to draw facial hair on my face is a good one. I got three whistles when I walked through the hallway after class Friday, just saying.

not feeling the prisoner

It's technically a brilliant show but I really just can't get into it. To be honest, I don't watch much television, and when I do it's the 'Real Housewives' shows on Bravo or Law and Order: SVU. Stop judging me. It's not that I don't like to think, I love to think, I'm thinking right now in fact. I just don't find it as entertaining as the rest of the class. I'm not alone. I know it.


Side note: plug to upload pictures to computer is MIA.

the trip

Admittedly I wasn't as excited about going to the MoMA as I was about seeing the show, not to say I wasn't excited for the MoMA at all. But when you see the pictures in front of you, the exact ones the artist painted, right in front of your face it's so overwhelming. You look at it and think: this piece changed the art world, this person changed the real world and how people think. It's incredible. My favorite Matisse I believe is called 'The Bather'. I snuck a picture of it on my phone but I unfortunately can't send it to Blogger. There was something so innocent about the boy in the picture. At least I saw him as a young boy. I don't have much time at the moment to write this but I will write more and post the pictures I took tomorrow. Thank you for the trip. Really. Thank you.

Explanation

When I first read "liminal space" in the attached assignment, I literally pictured myself sitting in a corner, watching the room closing in on me. No space. No air. Just a shrinking room. A claustrophobic's nightmare. I went with my first instinct and shot corners in my house. Some frequently sat in, some not. There's literally liminal space. When I think of liminal space, I think crowded, hard to breathe, and tight. Exactly like a corner, sitting in a corner.

Pyschogeography Part Deux

THE GAME CAN'T BE OVER

I don't want the game to end until there's one person left. I.e. me. NOW I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO PROVE MYSELF! I hope I won. I want to win. It's ok if I don't. But no, I want to win. Little Miss Sunshine is on. That's my cue to go. We will see the outcome. Be seeing you (Monday).

The Explanation

The idea came to mind while I walking through my house the next morning. It was too obvious for me to think of.
There are certain areas, and objects I avoid routinely. The pictures are in order of what I see first to last in my day. Either because it's been branded into my head by my parents or it's just a pet peeve of mine.
Picture explanation:

Carpet threshold: there was just a scarring moment when I was younger and barefoot where it was way too cold. Not a big deal you say? Well I cried. Now I hop over it. And wear socks.

Door bumper: another traumatic event. When I was younger I tripped over it and banged my chin on the tile. Again. I cried.

Old concealer: I don't know how long it's been there but long enough for it to have grown some sort of mucus-y fungus (the green thing). I also don't know why it's never occured to anyone to throw it out. I still haven't thrown it out, even after taking the pictures. My arm turns into a noodle everytime I have to get something behind it. I touched it once by accident and immediately washed my hands. Twice.

Cracked tile: I don't like stepping on it.

Drain: When I was younger, once again, I was taking a shower and without realizing it a bar of soap had somehow made its way on top of the drain making the water level rise. It went up to my knees, I was shorter, and I nearly had a heart attack. I have a fear of whales and I imagined myself in the ocean and they were going to get me.

Shadow: the main focus is the shadow on the right side. I only step on the parts of the floor with light on them. At night I have a personally carrier. He carries me.

Rip in the rug: there's wood under the rug. I went exploring, yes when I was younger, to find out if it was really wood. I got a splinter.

Display: "This is worth more than you."

Display number 2: "This is worth even more..."

Storage room: It's cold and dusty and last I was in there a cricket jumped on my leg.

What I Avoid Touching in My House

SO HUNGRY. I AM. SO HUNGRY.

I hate Yom Kippur. I really shouldn't be on the internet right now. But I also really shouldn't have done my psychogeography project all morning either. But it's done, and I really like it. It will be uploaded sometime tomorrow. I know. The suspense is killing you.

I am awkward and have bad posture.

SO TODAY IN STAC...

We watched the second episode of The Prisoner and I don't know how I feel about it. It's odd because I feel like I know everything already but it's only the second episode. I predict repetition in some of the plot line: Number 6 attempts to escape, fails, seduces a woman on the "dark side" resulting in them switching teams, etc. We'll see.

I also found my fellow teammates today which was pretty exciting. Together we will conquer. And after we do, I will conquer them. They don't know that yet but it WILL happen. I'm out for blood.

And on that note, I'm off to get my sketch pad. See you tomorrow.


P.S. I hope we get to see the reinvented Swan Lake, I just googled and it looks incredible.

Thoughts on The Prisoner

I actually really liked it. I usually don't like action-y type shows but this was interesting. I have so many questions: how did they get there? Why are they there? Why is he, Patrick McGoohan, there? Where in the world is this place? Why was it created? The list goes on. At first I wasn't sure if there was a Robert Owen type utopia theme going on there but then I realized unlike the Utopias Robert Owen came up with, these people didn't work. It's confusing kind of like Lost. Not that I would know because I don't watch Lost but everyone else does and says it's confusing so probably if I watched Lost I would compare the two. Or not. I demand an answer to all my questions now. I'm anxious and excited to keep on watching AND for the rest of the year in STAC. Be seeing you.