Observations

People filter by

one by one then in groups.

The sub is blindnig and so bright

but it's still freezing out.

People drinking coffee to try and stay warm.

Loud train whistles roar through the quad

hitting and ricocheting off of the buildings.

No smoking beyond this point!

Yeah right.

Roberts bike sits alone in the bike rack.

A crow perched on Cook

stares at me then takes off in flight.

People walking back to class,

time to go.

Change it up...

Speckled sheen eggs
like gold
weep out of a copper lonely nest.
Aching bricks float
from the liquid base
inflating it's unblinking eyes.
Exaggerations always ignite.
Moonlight hangs over top
of this sexless mule.
Nameless colors of who amd what
border around it.
Poision guitars draw you in
and make you weep.
Cotton is fuzzy in it's ways
leaving such a harvested creation
so upturned.



From a flaming red tree to this...

Flaming Red Tree

Jagged red branches

Like flames

Jutt out of a boring brown stump.

Cruel screams weep

From the bloodless base

Surrendering it's aching belly.

Opposites always attract.

Skylight hangs over top

of this eye popping natural art.

Bland colors

Dark green and browns

Engulf around it.

Drastic exaggerations draw you in

and make you wonder,

Why, how?

Creation is mysterious in it's work

Leaving such a beautiful creation

So lonely.

unfaithful friendship

Jack sits on the kitchen table
Empty.
Come stumbling in
morning after morning
Looking for comfort.
The fly on the wall doesn't know what's wrong.
Shaking like a coked epileptic
He runs through my flooded veins
Leaving me wanting more.
He's been my rock for so long
Singing songs that resolve me like my life never will
Drowning away my tragic sorrows.
Stomach acid finds a way to make me sick
again, dead silence,
da-dum, da-dum, da-dum
I can hear my own heart beating
Faster and faster.
The essence of him still lingers
Swimming in a pool of quick sand
I reach up to grab his hand
and come back down with an empty bottle.
He let me down.
Silence always told me what I needed to know
And now
All I need
Is one word.
One word to save me.


Just a piece I was working on one day while I was bored.

That damn dog

-She is sitting on a stool in the kitchen while she makes half decaf half caffeinated Starbucks hazelnut coffee in her cheap fifteen dollar coffee pot. It's a cool autumn night and she is dressed up in her wedding gown for her ritual Friday night sob fest. There is a knock on the door. She frantically moves her way through her cluttered studio apartment, spilling her half-calf all over her designer wedding dress.
-The smell of bacon, sunny side up eggs, and blueberry muffins traveled from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into her room, waking her up from a deep sleep. It was her ninth birthday.
-Greg busts down the door because Sheri is screaming in agony. His eyes are glued to this delusional, coffee scorched, divorced bride as she lies on the floor sobbing and laughing at the same time.
-Her father never spent any time with her. As she ran down the stairs, the one thing she wanted for her birthday was for her father to just be there. Ready to devour her favorite breakfast foods and begin celebrating her birthday, out of the corner of her eye she catches a glimpse of her father sitting at the kitchen table, awaiting her arrival.
-He leaves the door open to her apartment and slowly begins to walk over to her to make sure she is okay and the neighbor's nappy little dog from across the hall prances in. Sheri finally stops scrying and they both reach down to pet the dog and before they could get close to it, the damn thing attacks. It jumps so viciously onto Sheri, biting and ripping a huge chunk out of her wedding dress, and then prances out the same way it came in.
-Because he was sitting there, this was the first birthday she had ever remembered. Every emotion possible shot through her body as she sat down next to him. He looked at her and said, "Hey, pass the bacon would ya?"
-Things could not get any worse. They sit down on the couch and get ready to watch a movie while stuffing their faces with fatty foods full of cholesterol. Again, a knock on the door.
-That was the first thing that he has said to her in so long.
-She finds her way back through the cluster, careful not to spill her coffee this time, and makes it to the door. She slightly opens it to see who is there because her door lacks a peep hole, and there HE is. Her ex-husband, standing there with two dozen white roses(she hated red ones becaue they are so cliche).
-He may have just been there for the breakfast, because he didn't speak one word to her for the rest of the day, but it didn't matter to her. She loved him unvonditionally, even though he didn't seem to love her back, and his presence at breakfast was enough to make her whole day, maybe even year, special.

99 ways

Take 1: Creative Writing Excercise

Alarm rings at 6:15 a.m. I frantically get myself ready for the day. I fall down the stairs as I rush to leave my house. After I leave, I'm forced to drive through Potsdam to drop off my boyfriends SKOAL he left in my car the previous night. Exhausted, I make my way to Canton getting stuck behind every school bus imaginable. Finally, I make it to school and walk to Cook 206.

Take 2: Safe sex campaigne

She wakes up to a phone call from her lover. He tells her he can't hold it in anymore and he is ready to take it to the next level. She rolls out of bed, half asleep still, not able to grasp what he is telling her. She gets ready for the day and comes to the realization that he wants sex. As she walks out the door, she tells him if you don't have a glove, you get no love. On her way to Canton she stops at a drugstore and buys a package of sheer pleasure. She drives through Potsdam to drop it off to her boyfriend with a note attached: If you love me you will protect me. As she arrives at school she gets another call from her boyfriend who tells her that protection is better than rejection. She walks into Cook 206 with a smile on her face.

She was the kind of girl who...

She was the kind of girl who....

She was the kind of girl who took an hour long shower and slept while she was in it.
She was thekind of girl who ate at McDonalds every day and didn't gain a pound.
She was the kind of girl who went to parties and ended up dancing on the table.
She was the kind of girl who regreted everything she did.
She was the kind of girl who never had a date in high school.
She was the kind of girl who slept with a stuffed animal until she was married.
She was the kind of girl who was married and divorced by age 25.
She was the kind of girl who kept secret stashes of vodka in randon places in her house.
She was the kind of girl who talks to herself.
She was the kind of girl who was the only child of 3 who was not loved by her father.
She was the kind of girl who tries hard to make everyone like her.
She was the kind of girl sho sits around in her wedding dress, eating potatop chips and watching sappy movies with her gay friend.

Meant for each other

I've always been interested in tattoos and other forms of body art, probably because my parents would never allow me to express myself that way. I think it's amazing how people can express themselves in such a unique form. Probably one of the most unique people I have come across in different research is Julia Gnuse.

When I first came across her and this picture I thought wow that must have hurt and although body tattoos can be a from or art and a way to express yourself, why would anyone want their whole entire body to be covered, especially your face. After doing more research on her I found out that she was born with a disease called prophyria which is a condition where sunlight causes blisters on the skin and in turn causes a great deal of scarring. To cover up her scars she started getting tattoos and ended up becoming known as the "Illustrated lady" and holds the world record for being the woman with the most tattoos.

It's crazy to think that one would hide their condition by covering it up with tattoos, but it is also very creative and she will always have a story to tell.

While searching for information about body art, I also came across The Lizardman and Katzen, two people who have covered their bodies in tattoos. In my eyes, they were meant for each other.

My Biggest Fear

My biggest fear is looking out windows at night. I had a couple bad experiences with windows at night when I was younger (even though they were due to my idiotic friends or my brothers friends) and ever since then I have never been able to look out them at night.

Sliding Glass Doors.... (in class free writing)

Freaky.

Come home from school to an empty house

Daylight still holds onto everything around me.

Afraid of the dark.

Sit down in the comfy recliner and fall asleep,

Awaiting my parents return.

SHIT! it's the weekend and they are in Rochester visiting my brother.

Wake up.

Darkness has taken over.

Time for some action.

Parties are fun,

But cleaning up after them is a drag.

After all is picked up the recliner once again

calls out my name.

I sit back down.

Everything will be O.K. as long as I don't look out the windows.

But what do I do?

My eyes wander to the large panes of glass

making up the sliding doors.

I'm brought back to a time when I was 5 years old.

Brother babysitting,

Both asleep on the couch.

A loud bang, thud, smack on the window.

Slowly peak over the edge of the couch and there he is.

A man in a ski mask.

Screaming takes over followed by my brothers laughter.

Turns out my brother has some idiotic friends,

but I'm left scarred for life.

Back to reality,

BANG!

Heart beats faster and faster

Eyes closed in fear of what they will see.

One eye opens, only to find

a slimy frog stuck to the glass door,

starring at me and laughing at a coward.

True story. My brothers stupid friends scarring the shit out of me when I was only five has caused me to have this huge fear of windows. And that stupid frog, I could have killed it I was so pissed. My bedroom is in the basement of my house (no windows thank god) and to this day, when I go upstairs at night I close my eyes every time I walk through the house.

The Wizard of Oz

One of my favorite movies of all time is the Wizard of Oz. It was one of the first, if not the first full length movie to use color. When I was in 9th grade, my studio art teacher made us do a lot of artwork based on surrealism and, being a huge pink floyd fan we used to listen to that music to get our minds going. I know, what does pink floyd and the wizard of oz have to do with each other. Well, according to my teacher, the band found a type of loop hole and made their CD, The Dark Side of the Moon to fit in with events that happen in the movie the Wizard of Oz. If you start the soundtrack right after the MGM lion roars the third time, the music goes right along with the movie. Since the movie was made in color it was very expensive, and my favorite, and the most noticeable part is when Dorothy opens the door and steps into a world of color and the song "Money" begins to play. (I added that clip) It's very hard to explain but I think it is awesome the way it fits together. Who the hell has the time to come up with something like that, it's amazing. Here is a website that explains it a little better and a few video clips from the movie. They are kinda long, but you should take the time to watch them. Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon & Wizard of Oz

Pink Floyd-Dark Side of the Rainbow 1

Pink Floyd-Dark Side of the Rainbow 4

Exquisite Corpse...

Wow. What the hell is this was the first question I asked myself when I came across this work of art by an artist named Fernando Garrido. Today in class we composed two creative writing pieces called an exquisite corpse where you write a sentence based on the previous sentence only. It was a great exercise and we made some really great pieces. Exquisite corpse was I guess initially started with painting and drawings. I don't believe that this piece of art was intended to be such a painting but it looks as if it could be. I have no idea what this piece of art is supposed to mean or what kind of message that the artist was trying to portray but when I look at it I get a feeling of total chaos. To me it represents both life and death, creation and damnation, and everything in between. It almost leaves me speechless.

On a different note, I did some actually research and browsed through some actual art pieces that were created through the method of exquisite corpse and here are two pieces I came across that were totally different.

The first one seems to be just an average, like cartoon picture but you can see the different areas where they kept adding to the picture. The second one however, although the artists i'm sure were not meaning to do this, tells a story.

This is the story I came up with when I saw this picture:

Two star struck lovers share in a sentimental kiss. One that is full of passion and lust, but is the lust really towards each other. The woman (we will call her Thelma) looks into the eyes of her lover (we will call him Greg) and realizes that his eyes, which were once full of fire and flame have burnt out and are now a dull, without even a single amber glowing. She still feels passion in the kiss, but realizes that it is for someone else. In anger she grabs a gun and contemplates killing him right there on the spot and then BAM she shoots him. A mess of mass chaos occurs and neither he or she really knows what is going on. All of a sudden she looks down and he is laying on the floor dead with the weight of everything that has just happened lays in that single moment of vulnerability.

I don't know. Call me crazy for seeing that in this particular work of art but it is what it is.