student juried art exhibition

I wanted to give you an update on what's going to happen in the next week with my project. this coming week, I will be sanding down the edges of each piece of canvas board. then painting the edges. after they are dry, i will be drilling holes into each piece so that instead of hanging them on panel they will be hanging freely on string. I will also have other parts to do but that is a suprize.

step three

This is step three...well whats left of it. I took the viewfinder to each piece and cut out what i thought looked appeasing. then with the band saw, i cut out each piece...these are the scraps...

Sorry for the glare...these are the abstract pieces. I will be using a viewfinder to break them into pieces to make a more pleasable composition...each piece right now is 14x18 inches and painted with acrylic. I used mostly my fingers and some straws...oh and a painting knife... :D. After i break them apart and paint the edges for a clean look I will be mounting them to wood panels with a background painted of white or black. remember each piece is inspired by a poem but im not going to post which ones they are from until im finished with the whole piece. I will be posting more of the progress as I go along... so far, my teacher says I'm a hidden painter lol...

my new project...

Well, finally I will have some pictures to show tomorrow but just a synapses of what I've been doing besides coloring my fingers every color of the rainbow...no I have not been into my bag of skittles...but I am in the process of creating abstract pieces of art to correlate with some of my poems and others that I have posted here...keep watching...I'm going to be posting the final steps to finishing my creations... this is so EXCITING! I can't wait....oh and I will be posting other pieces that i have created also but those will have nothing to do with my big project. hopefully I will have them done in time to enter the juried art show here... YAY me!

spring?

A re-birth of your spirit takes hold.

and the chemicals in your brain run in ecstasy mode.

Your everything that you had felt before, 

this moment of peace recreates itself

with a new contentment.

The breath of fresh air so to speak, 

has awakened your cold desolate soul

if only for a moment.

As i grace the outdoors with my presence, 

I am lifted immediately to a beautiful place.

Though the bitterness of the cold seems to deliver

an unwanted sadness, the inhalation of spring seems

to offer hope.

There's a discontentment drawn back after the first initial

neuron has re-triggered into the realization of the winter cold.

but the hope that was brought on by your breath of warms spring air,

still leaves happiness lingering in your spirit.

before the initial impact of the scent, 

our lives seem to move in slow motion. 

but after you taste the smell, the smell of spring,

the feeling of being "alright" when the 

inhalation of spring offers hope.

The Next...

Angry thoughts, sadistic dream, How come we only hear 

the deathly screams?

Horror stories and crazy suicidal deaths

from second or higher stories

Bloody tears and a loss of hope

from the lack of being able to cope.

From wanting a good life to having a bad dream

only because your knowing your life,

will be torn at the seams.

 

Lost and deathly afraid because society

makes you sell your body just to get paid.

It's not enough anymore to do it for love, 

but now you have to make it above.

Not receiving any money to be able to live in the crappiest

hotel, but be able to die in a roach hell.

 

The next Generation won't be the same so the thought

of your children growing up is also driving us insane.

It's where we become angry in our thoughts 

and have sadistic dreams because after hearing ours,

we hear the children's deathly screams.

Hi, Hello, How do you do?

I live in a box on a street and

my life can not be beat.

You say bad things, but mess with my life, 

and see what hell brings.

HI, Hello, How do you do?

Your not too good for anyone around you.

You don't have to say anything, but

I know i'll brighten up your day 

and make your smile bring out everything.

I may look grody and poor, but

that doesn't mean that I'm a bore.

You act like your too good for me

but you don't see, what I see.

you never asked for my opinion.

You just looked at me and made a decision.

Go ahead and say bad things, but 

it will hit you hard when you see what hell brings.

The devil lurks in all of us 

no matter if we're smart or nuts.

Not at all cool of you to judge me

by the view I give you.

I'll say it one more time, 

Hi, Hello, How do you do?

Whispering Laughter

Everyone says that their your friend, 

but do you know what they say

when you're not around?

Whispering laughter. Do you know what it is?

it's what people do. can it be the new trend?

It's not a good thing you see

because you are laughing at someone 

and who they can be.

talking behind their backs, laughing

because they lack what you have.

How disrespectful can you be?

you're probably laughing at me.

we can all agree that not everything 

is beautiful to see.

laughing and talking behind someone's back 

is a danger to all, for your friendship

is all they need to breathe.

for

your whispering laughter is what they scream

before they commit to a life they they want

that's like a dream.

Death of a fairytale love

Smiles are emitted, laughter is found. 

Deep in your heart, love is a protruding sound.

Holding hands, your feet and toes tickling in the sand. 

Making sure everything you say can be easy to understand.

Playing in the grass tickling each other and wishing.

the laughter brightens up the sky and makes you feel

as though you could fly.

What will the next day bring?

He said those words that brought a tear to my eye.

"I'm in love with you."

I knew just then there would be a good bye.

He dried my tears and kissed my eye.

that feeling made my hearts pain subside.

Each day goes by, lately he makes me cry.

He calls less and is absent when I need him.

Some days I walk to his house on a whim.

Then with our friends all around, he said that word.

bye.

His hand reached inside my chest and ripped out my heart.

That's when I felt he and I had fallen apart. 

The butterflies died and my heart shriveled inside.

That's when the hole he filled, emptied and a part of me died.

Now, I cry every night.

Every time he's in my sight. 

I know that we will never be again but I still have the fight.

Those words still sing like the devil in my ears,

"you have been victim to death of a fairytale love."

I Have finally got around to creating a blog...

what the title says... :D