Another reason to love Rog + art
The lovely dysprosium pointed THIS out last night, further prooving my assertion that Roger Waters is, indeed, a badass. But, you know, in a distinctly British way. He just manages to keep providing me with reasons why being a bass player totally rocks:
♥ Instead of having to worry about extended guitar solos, you get to focus on writing timeless songs that relate to millions of people.
♥ If those millions of people trash your concerts by lighting fireworks, you can spit on them and then write a phenominally successful concept album about it.
♥ You make so much money off said album that you can purchase multiple paintings by famous artists.
♥ You get to wear a blazer, office shirt, PINK scarf, and jeans to gigs, and no one says anything (maybe because you'll spit on them).
♥ Although you looked awkward in your 20's, by the time you reach 62 you surpass your fellow band members in physical attractiveness (no offense to Nick, Dave, or Rick---they all look great!...Rog just looks more dashing).
*sigh*
Anyway, on to stuff some might actually care about. Well, probably not, but I'm going to pretend that you do: ART! I managed to get decent photos of my 3D Design work from this semester. I didn't bother with my plaster carving because it isn't worth the effort, but everything else is alright. I'm supplying links to the AC because there are artist statements included. Sorry they're so long, but being wordy can really help your grade if you write well. Plus, the practice will be good for SCAD (and if I ever get my own show).
"Pieces" Series: the first project for the class. We were supposed to create a cube, cylinder, and pyramid out of supplied cardboard and create a theme, visual or conceptual, by attaching "stuff" to the shapes. My theme? Miscommunication in relationships. It was great because when we did critiques we all paired up, and the guy that did mine said, "that it was evident that the artist had been through a lot of pain and blamed herself for it". HAH! I love it!
Close up of "Broken Record"; view #2
Close up of "Fragile"; view #2
In case you're wondering, the text under the glass says the following, repeated over and over: Where the hell do you think you’re going?! No, no-get your ass back here! What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you think I’m stupid? Get in here! GET IN HERE! Look at this-what the hell did you think you were doing? Huh?! LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU! Look at me! LOOK AT ME! You’re such a fucking moron, did you know that? I mean, some days I wonder why I even try… Hello? Is anybody there? Pay a-fuckin’-ttention when I’m talking to you God damnit! Are you deaf? Or are you just stupid? Oh, right-I already know the answer to that question. Where the fuck are you going---what the fuck do you think you’re doing? You think you can leave? You can’t fucking leave! Where the fuck are you going to go? LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU! You’re going to get what’s fucking coming to you. Do you like that?! Do you fucking like that?! Why do you make me do these things to you?! DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO?! DO YOU?! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO FUCKING MAKE ME DO THINGS LIKE THAT?!! HUH?! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THAT TO ME?! Fuck… Just…fuck…forget it. Fuck you.
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For as long as this piece took to make, the result sure doesn't look as spectacular as I wanted it to. I mean, if I'm going to constantly work on something for 2 weeks, while causing extreme blisters on my fingers, I want it to be damn good. But, it just looks...average. The title comes from this, aka, the first song I "learned" how to play on bass. :)
"Fletcher"
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Weeeeird story with this last project. It was our "final" for the class, and we're all paired off and critiquing each other's pieces while Shawn (my professor) walks around to get a closer look at the projects. She leans in on mine to read the dog-tag, and suddenly jumps up. She looks at me with a very surprised expression and says, "Where did you come up with the name 'Fletcher'?" I said I had come up with the name the previous week and it seemed to "fit" with the dog. I had gotten the tag made at PetsMart. She says, "This is really weird. I was over at a friend's house all day yesterday, and their 12-year-old son (who had cancer) passed away while we were over at their house. His name was Fletcher." WEIRD! I mean, there have been stranger occurances, but it was just one of those odd phenomena. When class was over she mentioned that, if I ever decided I didn't want to keep the piece (and she didn't imply I should give it up..."you probably have great plans for this piece" is what she said), that the family might really like it. "It's just weird, because Fletcher would've loved this piece; he was in to quirky things like that." I think I really will pass it on to the family. I mean, it's a cool piece, I guess, but it just seems like the "right" thing to do. And I'm not particularly attached to it.
Baaaaah...another long post. Sorry to everyone who misses skimming over my LJ. I don't make it easy, now do I?
♥ Instead of having to worry about extended guitar solos, you get to focus on writing timeless songs that relate to millions of people.
♥ If those millions of people trash your concerts by lighting fireworks, you can spit on them and then write a phenominally successful concept album about it.
♥ You make so much money off said album that you can purchase multiple paintings by famous artists.
♥ You get to wear a blazer, office shirt, PINK scarf, and jeans to gigs, and no one says anything (maybe because you'll spit on them).
♥ Although you looked awkward in your 20's, by the time you reach 62 you surpass your fellow band members in physical attractiveness (no offense to Nick, Dave, or Rick---they all look great!...Rog just looks more dashing).
*sigh*
Anyway, on to stuff some might actually care about. Well, probably not, but I'm going to pretend that you do: ART! I managed to get decent photos of my 3D Design work from this semester. I didn't bother with my plaster carving because it isn't worth the effort, but everything else is alright. I'm supplying links to the AC because there are artist statements included. Sorry they're so long, but being wordy can really help your grade if you write well. Plus, the practice will be good for SCAD (and if I ever get my own show).
"Pieces" Series: the first project for the class. We were supposed to create a cube, cylinder, and pyramid out of supplied cardboard and create a theme, visual or conceptual, by attaching "stuff" to the shapes. My theme? Miscommunication in relationships. It was great because when we did critiques we all paired up, and the guy that did mine said, "that it was evident that the artist had been through a lot of pain and blamed herself for it". HAH! I love it!
Close up of "Broken Record"; view #2
Close up of "Fragile"; view #2
In case you're wondering, the text under the glass says the following, repeated over and over: Where the hell do you think you’re going?! No, no-get your ass back here! What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you think I’m stupid? Get in here! GET IN HERE! Look at this-what the hell did you think you were doing? Huh?! LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU! Look at me! LOOK AT ME! You’re such a fucking moron, did you know that? I mean, some days I wonder why I even try… Hello? Is anybody there? Pay a-fuckin’-ttention when I’m talking to you God damnit! Are you deaf? Or are you just stupid? Oh, right-I already know the answer to that question. Where the fuck are you going---what the fuck do you think you’re doing? You think you can leave? You can’t fucking leave! Where the fuck are you going to go? LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU! You’re going to get what’s fucking coming to you. Do you like that?! Do you fucking like that?! Why do you make me do these things to you?! DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO?! DO YOU?! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO FUCKING MAKE ME DO THINGS LIKE THAT?!! HUH?! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THAT TO ME?! Fuck… Just…fuck…forget it. Fuck you.
"244225252"
View 2
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For as long as this piece took to make, the result sure doesn't look as spectacular as I wanted it to. I mean, if I'm going to constantly work on something for 2 weeks, while causing extreme blisters on my fingers, I want it to be damn good. But, it just looks...average. The title comes from this, aka, the first song I "learned" how to play on bass. :)
"Fletcher"
View 2
View 3
Weeeeird story with this last project. It was our "final" for the class, and we're all paired off and critiquing each other's pieces while Shawn (my professor) walks around to get a closer look at the projects. She leans in on mine to read the dog-tag, and suddenly jumps up. She looks at me with a very surprised expression and says, "Where did you come up with the name 'Fletcher'?" I said I had come up with the name the previous week and it seemed to "fit" with the dog. I had gotten the tag made at PetsMart. She says, "This is really weird. I was over at a friend's house all day yesterday, and their 12-year-old son (who had cancer) passed away while we were over at their house. His name was Fletcher." WEIRD! I mean, there have been stranger occurances, but it was just one of those odd phenomena. When class was over she mentioned that, if I ever decided I didn't want to keep the piece (and she didn't imply I should give it up..."you probably have great plans for this piece" is what she said), that the family might really like it. "It's just weird, because Fletcher would've loved this piece; he was in to quirky things like that." I think I really will pass it on to the family. I mean, it's a cool piece, I guess, but it just seems like the "right" thing to do. And I'm not particularly attached to it.
Baaaaah...another long post. Sorry to everyone who misses skimming over my LJ. I don't make it easy, now do I?