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1. Post some of your art from the last month (can be prose, poetry, drawing, photoshopped, ect)
Tammy Andreaz was drop dead gorgeous. Little girls prayed at night that they should have her figure when they grew up, fat girls starved themselves to look like her, and no man with a healthy libido would refuse his bed to her. Although Tammy had the looks, she certainly did not have the brains, and she wasn't too well off in life. She went through great pains to make sure that her clothes were all clean, matching, and fit well (and fit well they did!) She didn't have a car, and could barely afford food for the week. Many times, she had to crash at friends' houses when she couldn't go home because her rent was due, and the landlord would be pounding at her apartment door.
Tammy had to walk, everyday, to her job. It wasn't that far ofa walk from her tiny apartment just outside the ghetto to the upscale restaurant where she worked, but she had to pass a construction site, and since she didn't have to go in untill 1, she was usually walking past the site right around lunch time for the workers. She didn't mind the catcalls from the men so much. It was the ones from the two bull dyke lesbians that unnerved her the most.
"Hey, baby!" one of the girls yelled. "How would ya like for ta come home with us tonight, hunny? We could give you things no man ever could."
Tammy, not wanting to be rude, gave them a curt nod of acnoledgement (not of acceptance) and hurried past the girls, her face slightly rosey from a blush that swelled up in her face and neck.
"Hey, girlie. Why not come home with me tonight?" called one of the burley men around his ham and turkey sandwhich. "You ain't never fucked man 'til ya fucked me. Leave them little girls alone, they don' know what they's talking 'bout." This, as always, caused the two lesbians to leer at the man who always made some type of remark like this. Tammy, again, hurried past.
Thankfully, only two of the workers ever talked to her, so she was able to escape without anymore cat calls directed at her.
"Hey, Tams!" her best friend greeted her as she stepped into the back ladies room of the restraunt.
Tammy quickly changed out of her shorts and tank top (her work clothes were much to hot to walk to work in without getting sweat all over them) and changed into her uniform.
"Hey, Alicia," Tammy replied. "Hey, listen, would it be too much trouble to get a ride from you tomorrow? Those cunstruction workers are kind of creey. I'm almost afraid I might not make it to work one day!" Tammy offset her morbid comment with a tinkling laugh to show that she hadn't really meant it.
"Sorry, girl, you know I would, but I have go to a conference with one of Drew's teachers tomorrow at 12. It's going to be tight getting to work on time when all I'm doing is coming from the school. I'll be late if I pick you up. Sorry..."
"It's ok. I know how it is."
The clock in the back room gave a ding, telling them that it was time for the shift change, and they had to stop talking and get to work.
The next day, Tammy took her usual route to work, and, as always, had to endure the cat calls of the construction workers. Everntually, Tammy steeled herself to their comments, and, eventually, she no longer heard them at all.
Finally, it's winter, Tammy thought to herself as she stepped out of the steaming shower and wrapped a large, fluffy, white towel around herself. She had always enjoyed winter. She loved the style of slothes that winter brought with it, and she loved seeing icicles forming on rooftops.
Dressed smartly in black slacks, a brown, long sleeve, V-neck shirt, and a long, black riding coat that had taken her almost a year to save up for, she stepped outside her apartment and shut the door. The cold air grabbed her, and ice stabbed her lungs as she breathed in the cold winter air.
Tammy, no longer able to hear the construction worked, happily strolled past the site, humming to herself as she went. She was listening to some obscure pop band on a cheap CD player, so she had no idea that a heavy duty truck had just lost traction on the thin layer of ice that was coating the road, and was spinning out of control towards her.
"Look out, girlie!" yelled the burley ham-and-turkey-sandwhich man. The two bull dykes screamed at her to get out of the way.
Tammy, still not able to hear them, kept going the same speed and direction. She was soon merely blood and gore scattered on the street after the truck had collided with her. Her CD player had been flung out of her hand and had landed in a large pile of snow, so was unahrmed. The CD kept playing it's happy littel tune, unaware that no one was listening to it.
2. Name two things you do not like about your work, or two things that you would change and why.
A. At this point, I'd like to add to the construction workers' lewdness. I don't think I've conveyed just how annoying and embarassing they are.
B. I would like to strengthen the mental image of the dead Tammy, rather than, as someone suggested, the live Tammy. The reason I don't want to add to how she looks alive is that I want the reader to create Tammy. I don't want to impose my idea of beauty on any one. I want to enhance the image of the dead Tammy to contrast dead Tammy to living Tammy.
3. Name two things you like about your work, and list why you like them.
A. Well, obviously I like the irony of the situation. I like the fact that these workers cause her so much annoyance and embarassment that she goes to the trouble to block them totally and completly from her mind, and, in the end, it is her ignorance of their warnings that is her demise.
B. I also like the imagery of the CD player at the end, a catchy pop CD spinning merrily in it's trap, unaware that no one is listening to it. It kind of, for me, symbolizes how we shouldn't let death get us down.
4. What inspired you to create this piece of art?
In all honesty, I got the idea watching TV one night. I was watching "Malcolm in the Middle" and Malcom wrote a paper like my story, but all the show would tell us was the basic concept: people where harrassing this woman, so she ignored them. One day, they warn her of a car about to hit her, but she is still ignoring them, so she is hit. Really, you guys didn't think I was THAT creative, did you? haha. I really liked the irony of the peice, and I was dismayed that they only gave the basic concept, and they dind't give any detail. So I decided to write in the detail myself.
Comments?
1. Post some of your art from the last month (can be prose, poetry, drawing, photoshopped, ect)
Tammy Andreaz was drop dead gorgeous. Little girls prayed at night that they should have her figure when they grew up, fat girls starved themselves to look like her, and no man with a healthy libido would refuse his bed to her. Although Tammy had the looks, she certainly did not have the brains, and she wasn't too well off in life. She went through great pains to make sure that her clothes were all clean, matching, and fit well (and fit well they did!) She didn't have a car, and could barely afford food for the week. Many times, she had to crash at friends' houses when she couldn't go home because her rent was due, and the landlord would be pounding at her apartment door.
Tammy had to walk, everyday, to her job. It wasn't that far ofa walk from her tiny apartment just outside the ghetto to the upscale restaurant where she worked, but she had to pass a construction site, and since she didn't have to go in untill 1, she was usually walking past the site right around lunch time for the workers. She didn't mind the catcalls from the men so much. It was the ones from the two bull dyke lesbians that unnerved her the most.
"Hey, baby!" one of the girls yelled. "How would ya like for ta come home with us tonight, hunny? We could give you things no man ever could."
Tammy, not wanting to be rude, gave them a curt nod of acnoledgement (not of acceptance) and hurried past the girls, her face slightly rosey from a blush that swelled up in her face and neck.
"Hey, girlie. Why not come home with me tonight?" called one of the burley men around his ham and turkey sandwhich. "You ain't never fucked man 'til ya fucked me. Leave them little girls alone, they don' know what they's talking 'bout." This, as always, caused the two lesbians to leer at the man who always made some type of remark like this. Tammy, again, hurried past.
Thankfully, only two of the workers ever talked to her, so she was able to escape without anymore cat calls directed at her.
"Hey, Tams!" her best friend greeted her as she stepped into the back ladies room of the restraunt.
Tammy quickly changed out of her shorts and tank top (her work clothes were much to hot to walk to work in without getting sweat all over them) and changed into her uniform.
"Hey, Alicia," Tammy replied. "Hey, listen, would it be too much trouble to get a ride from you tomorrow? Those cunstruction workers are kind of creey. I'm almost afraid I might not make it to work one day!" Tammy offset her morbid comment with a tinkling laugh to show that she hadn't really meant it.
"Sorry, girl, you know I would, but I have go to a conference with one of Drew's teachers tomorrow at 12. It's going to be tight getting to work on time when all I'm doing is coming from the school. I'll be late if I pick you up. Sorry..."
"It's ok. I know how it is."
The clock in the back room gave a ding, telling them that it was time for the shift change, and they had to stop talking and get to work.
The next day, Tammy took her usual route to work, and, as always, had to endure the cat calls of the construction workers. Everntually, Tammy steeled herself to their comments, and, eventually, she no longer heard them at all.
Finally, it's winter, Tammy thought to herself as she stepped out of the steaming shower and wrapped a large, fluffy, white towel around herself. She had always enjoyed winter. She loved the style of slothes that winter brought with it, and she loved seeing icicles forming on rooftops.
Dressed smartly in black slacks, a brown, long sleeve, V-neck shirt, and a long, black riding coat that had taken her almost a year to save up for, she stepped outside her apartment and shut the door. The cold air grabbed her, and ice stabbed her lungs as she breathed in the cold winter air.
Tammy, no longer able to hear the construction worked, happily strolled past the site, humming to herself as she went. She was listening to some obscure pop band on a cheap CD player, so she had no idea that a heavy duty truck had just lost traction on the thin layer of ice that was coating the road, and was spinning out of control towards her.
"Look out, girlie!" yelled the burley ham-and-turkey-sandwhich man. The two bull dykes screamed at her to get out of the way.
Tammy, still not able to hear them, kept going the same speed and direction. She was soon merely blood and gore scattered on the street after the truck had collided with her. Her CD player had been flung out of her hand and had landed in a large pile of snow, so was unahrmed. The CD kept playing it's happy littel tune, unaware that no one was listening to it.
2. Name two things you do not like about your work, or two things that you would change and why.
A. At this point, I'd like to add to the construction workers' lewdness. I don't think I've conveyed just how annoying and embarassing they are.
B. I would like to strengthen the mental image of the dead Tammy, rather than, as someone suggested, the live Tammy. The reason I don't want to add to how she looks alive is that I want the reader to create Tammy. I don't want to impose my idea of beauty on any one. I want to enhance the image of the dead Tammy to contrast dead Tammy to living Tammy.
3. Name two things you like about your work, and list why you like them.
A. Well, obviously I like the irony of the situation. I like the fact that these workers cause her so much annoyance and embarassment that she goes to the trouble to block them totally and completly from her mind, and, in the end, it is her ignorance of their warnings that is her demise.
B. I also like the imagery of the CD player at the end, a catchy pop CD spinning merrily in it's trap, unaware that no one is listening to it. It kind of, for me, symbolizes how we shouldn't let death get us down.
4. What inspired you to create this piece of art?
In all honesty, I got the idea watching TV one night. I was watching "Malcolm in the Middle" and Malcom wrote a paper like my story, but all the show would tell us was the basic concept: people where harrassing this woman, so she ignored them. One day, they warn her of a car about to hit her, but she is still ignoring them, so she is hit. Really, you guys didn't think I was THAT creative, did you? haha. I really liked the irony of the peice, and I was dismayed that they only gave the basic concept, and they dind't give any detail. So I decided to write in the detail myself.
Comments?