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It becomes increasingly difficult to handle now that I've had a taste of the potentialities. According to quantum mechanics, those potentialities are hovering above me in the form of space-time. What could have been (but never was) is only a gaze away, is only one upward tilt of the chin, is only one innate command to eyes otherwise plummeting ( Read more... ) -
Spiral out. Keep going.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself ( Read more... ) -
This post is linkalicious.
Okay, okay.
I am seriously considering making an Etsy account for selling. But before I dive head first into a potentially very bad idea, I need to gauge interest.
If I were to make small, silly pieces like this guy, or sell prints like this guy, or take custom orders, would anyone be interested in purchasing ( Read more... ) -
functioning on 7 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours.
quick update to say
a.) hello, how are you?
b.) providence is incredible.
c.) I'm in love with RISD.
BED. -
0:45-0:57
I just spent the last three hours with my head in between my speakers (literally), completely and positively immersed in sound and thought. It's unreal how fucking uplifting a night of music and intellectual inquiry can be. -
acrylic, vellum, graph paper, thread, gauze, canvas tape, coarse paste, rub-on (Mercator) + more.
When I made the process book for my found object series, I was set on its topic: dehumanization. I began work on the pieces, but it was near impossible--I was going through what probably was my most intense artistic rut. I was questioning my path, my art, my career choice, etc, but I wanted had to at the very least redeem myself after the Failure ( Read more... ) -
The letter that will never be sent.
It's a funny feeling, this lump. Certain days I feel proud to carry it, as an indication of my sort-of actualization. Most days, I want to leap out of the 93 Max in hopes that the lump will degenerate in the 16 mile walk home. What is it's half-life, I wonder ( Read more... )
