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Dream: 04.14-04.15.2011

Posted in Abstracts., Almost irrelevant topics., Self-reflection. on April 15, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

Can I tell you about the dream I had last night? I know it’s a little off-topic, but really. It’s interesting! And very aesthetic.
You know what? I don’t need your permission because this is my blog, and you won’t be reading it until after I am done writing it, anyway. Winning!

So. We were here at Agnes. All of us. Some of us (well, a lot of us!) were performing in a tribute dance for Michael Jackson- more specifically- Thriller. Almost every girl on campus was dressing up as a zombie for the parade, and Phoebe Perry had taught all of them the appropriate dance. Anyway, a friend of mine in the dream, a girl I’ve never seen before in real life, comes to walk next to me and let me know that she isn’t participating either, so we could hang out and watch everyone else (My dancing is so bad I don’t even do it in my dreams. How sad.) dance down the streets of Decatur. She was in a white dress. That was very distinct. Long, curly hair. Bright blue-green eyes. White, white teeth.
Then it started to rain. She and I (the mystery girl, that is) walked alongside the parade, getting pelted with giant masses of water. The show went on, though. And then! Suddenly, the dancers all began to turn toward us with a deprived, hungry look in their eyes. We raced to a van to find it magically unlocked, and tumbled into the back unscathed. We locked the doors, and only just in time- the girls had begun to smear their sweaty, peeling faces onto the doors and window of the vehicle.
Weird, right? I thought so, too. But wait! It gets better.
I drove us to DeKalb Medical Center, just down the road from school. I figured there could be no safer place considering the situation we had just come from. We got out and spoke with the nurses and any other staff we could run down. Finally, we got a hold of a security guard who believed our story, and he ushered us to a waiting room to allow us to calm down and for him to contact his boss regarding the issue. Little did we know; he had put us in a quarantine room with the intention of killing us. I watched blue smoke creep in through the air conditioning vent, a sure sign of poisoning. Obviously! So I pried open the doors and grabbed Mystery Girl’s hand and headed for the exit.
And that is the end, folks.

I looked up the colors and main themes to try to find some symbolism and/ or reasoning behind all this. My records are as follows:

  • Blue: could mean happy or sad, depending on the context. Wanting to get away from a situation with your clarity intact.
  • White: most commonly “a clean-slate.” Hm.
  • Dark green: indicates materialism, deciet, and/or difficulties sharing. Also a hm.
  • Getting wet from the rain: indicates cleansing from your troubles and problems.
  • Zombies attack!: To dream that you are attacked by zombies indicates that you are feeling overwhelmed by forces beyond your control, or you are feeling out of touch.
  • Hospital: You need to get back to the flow of everyday life, or you are afraid of losing control of your body.
  • School: relates to anxiety about performance and abilities.

So, if I am interpreting this correctly, I want to run away from my problems, all of them, without reprimand, with a clean slate in a new place with a girl who seems innocent but is really out to deceive me and take my money… That sounds like my conscious life, but with zombies. I didn’t need Michael Jackson for that.
I wonder if I could make this dream a painting… ?



Blast from the past.

Posted in Almost irrelevant topics., Mechanisms., Self-reflection. on March 30, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

I have started to see a pattern develop in my work- the underplaying of hypersexualized images, and the sexualizing of everyday images. I ran across an old photo I took of a friend when I was… sixteen. Relatively young. And it wasn’t the first photo in this sort of vein, either. I wish there was a class in which I could simply develop this theme as a way to build my portfolio. Do they do that at Agnes? Do they have portfolio building classes for photography?
I can’t remember ever loving a hobby, a passion, as much as I love photographs. And I know I could be so much better! I’m just an amateur.
All I’m saying is this is a skill I would like to develop as much as possible. Pleaseandthankyou artteacherslashacademicadvisor Nell Ruby. I know you’ll tell me exactly what I need to know about these things.
The photo I ran across:


Most immediately, it is part of a pair, a two part peering into the life in foreplay for this particular couple.
Quite possibly still one of my favorite photos from my collection.
If you are interested in where this came from and my old experiments, you can catch my profile at, and keep in mind that art gallery hasn’t been updated since 2008.

This is one of the few things I can look back and be proud of- my sixteenth year wasn’t all scandalous. Well, you know.

Still Life Critique, or on why there are words around my drawing.

Posted in Almost irrelevant topics., Notes., Still life. on February 22, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

You can choose to pay attention to either title: the one that seems more exciting or more informational, less hassle or less involved. I’m just gonna let you know now that Nell distracted me from my original purpose of explaining my evaluations of peer-pieces, and pushed  me instead to explain the relationship of the words and the shapes in my still life. I try to do something selfless, and look what she does to it. Tisk, tisk.
Okay. Bethany and I ended up with our work grouped together because we both formed a bond between our senses, and that is pretty cool. Her lyrics are much, much more uplifting than mine. I mean, like, whoa. She speaks of Heaven, and I speak of Hell. Another reason I feel like Nell put these pieces together.
Cee Cee’s piece, on the other hand, was not much like mine at all. I had the pleasure of working next to her for the duration of this project and the opportunity, therefore, to admire her pseudo-obsessive attention to detail. The reflections on the hoses in her drawing are fabulous.

Now, onto the real reason I am writing. To explain my musical choices.
Reason #1- Fiona Apple’s “Sleep to Dream”

Reason #2- Cee-Lo Green’s “Fuck You”

You know what makes this pairing awesome? I mean besides the incredible beats, clever words, and catchy hooks… This basically spans my entire existence. Fiona’s song came out in 1996; I was four. Cee-Lo’s song came out in 2010, and I was eighteen. And I put them on the same playlist for me to get angry to, to focus my attention with, in 2011. The range astounded me, and it very much influenced my work. Age. Hm.