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I am a home appliance owner. I bought a stove and a washing machine today. I now OWN a stove and a washing machine. One might be able to say that I HAVE stuff. eeek. progressing in my life, aquiring things that promote stable living quarters, I have stuff. the roof over my head is turing into a palace of things that I own. it is my home! how cool.
my drawing teacher liked my drawing =-) he laughed and agreed that moving is exactly like that. we did some painting tonight that was cool - he told me to think of an emotional experience that marked me in some way, though he didnt aske me to share it (he acknowledged that it isnt his place to pry, just to ask the question). with that in mind, we did some colour mixing with acrylic paint and then some abstract painting. I chose maternal love as my subject. the event that I thought about was last month when I cried for the first time at the departure of my mother. I've never missed her like this. she is so important in my life, it is intense yo. so I created a fuscia like colour, a midnight blue, a bright yellow, and a bright pink. I firstly painted the whole backgroud fuscia, with it degrading from a saturated coulour to a pale one from top to bottom; then I painted a strip of the blue from the top to bottom in the middle of the image, dragging the brush in one stroke leving the tail end at the bottom rough. I painted some pale yellow lines in the bottom half of the thing, and some pink dots on the blue strip and some yellow strips on either side of the blue one. then Yan had me re-do it with the idea of deversifying the strokes and accents. the background got much more interesting the second time around and the rest sucked, it was a neat excercise. he is so smart. =-) I like working with him a lot. he is quite inspiring to be around. his imagination blows everything out of the water.
it is raining here. there has been thunder and lightning like crazy, the rain has been sparadic and cooling. I like this kind of weather =-) I hope it means that there will be lots of people wanting to eat at the creperie tomorrow so my shifts will be lucritive!
Im hoping for some good conversations tonight with my cousin and hopefully from california too. it would be nice to talk to jihaari tonight. =-P silly business this long distance crap.
the real world knocks on my door and asks how long Im going to wait before letting it in, but Im just starting to imagine what it looks like, I say.
real life is sitting on my doorstep cleaning under its fingernails, patiently waiting for me to accept its arrival. it's all dressed up in bank statements and bills, receits and invoices. his shoes are shiny and his hair is all combed - but how do I know how clean his underpants are? I'll bet the real world is full of skid marks yet to be seen.
he he he.
my drawing teacher liked my drawing =-) he laughed and agreed that moving is exactly like that. we did some painting tonight that was cool - he told me to think of an emotional experience that marked me in some way, though he didnt aske me to share it (he acknowledged that it isnt his place to pry, just to ask the question). with that in mind, we did some colour mixing with acrylic paint and then some abstract painting. I chose maternal love as my subject. the event that I thought about was last month when I cried for the first time at the departure of my mother. I've never missed her like this. she is so important in my life, it is intense yo. so I created a fuscia like colour, a midnight blue, a bright yellow, and a bright pink. I firstly painted the whole backgroud fuscia, with it degrading from a saturated coulour to a pale one from top to bottom; then I painted a strip of the blue from the top to bottom in the middle of the image, dragging the brush in one stroke leving the tail end at the bottom rough. I painted some pale yellow lines in the bottom half of the thing, and some pink dots on the blue strip and some yellow strips on either side of the blue one. then Yan had me re-do it with the idea of deversifying the strokes and accents. the background got much more interesting the second time around and the rest sucked, it was a neat excercise. he is so smart. =-) I like working with him a lot. he is quite inspiring to be around. his imagination blows everything out of the water.
it is raining here. there has been thunder and lightning like crazy, the rain has been sparadic and cooling. I like this kind of weather =-) I hope it means that there will be lots of people wanting to eat at the creperie tomorrow so my shifts will be lucritive!
Im hoping for some good conversations tonight with my cousin and hopefully from california too. it would be nice to talk to jihaari tonight. =-P silly business this long distance crap.
the real world knocks on my door and asks how long Im going to wait before letting it in, but Im just starting to imagine what it looks like, I say.
real life is sitting on my doorstep cleaning under its fingernails, patiently waiting for me to accept its arrival. it's all dressed up in bank statements and bills, receits and invoices. his shoes are shiny and his hair is all combed - but how do I know how clean his underpants are? I'll bet the real world is full of skid marks yet to be seen.
he he he.