il probs never upload the other ones because i will forget, but those are the ones that yo n]can see that i actually did something to the canvas.

rest of today

so i totally left after half of art history, i don't think i will do that again because i feel real bad bout it. ran back from columbus with mat, kathy, minky, and sam in apocalyptic lightning storm of the century. then took ong shower to warm up amd ate. then went to pun intended early because i was way too excited and nervous to wait around.
there were some good pieces tonight, not all good by any means, but not bad. francisco did this thing where he drew an ass on the back of jason(tha teach)'s t shirt in chocolate syrup with his nose, (brown noser) then he drew a tea bag in blue paint on a poster of princess aeah in jaba the hut slave attire( so hot) with his nut sack(blue balls, tea bagging). it was more shocking than funny but yeah.
then i showed my piece which i had kept secrete to everybody even jason, only close friends knew and no all of them either. i booked a small room to show in and on the door i put a sign that said:

if my parents are stupid enough to think this counts as an education than they deserve me wasting their money( that was crossed out but still readable)
i would rather spend all day preparing and making canvases only to waste them than make art

inside were four canvases of varying size and shape, one on each wall. the largest was three by four feet and the smallest was ab out one by one and a half feet. they were just blank gessoed canvases that i made the stretcher bars and stretched and gessoed and sanded by hand to make really nice painting surfaces. in tiny drafting pencil letters i wrote on the smallest one:

i like minimalism and typography

the second one and second smallest said:

its ust like the wall-less prison in thx1138 except that that probably had meaning

on the third and largest it just said:

white power

on the last one it said:

erased banksy drawing
(jason dunda hates banksy more than just about anything)

the crit went really well and i am very pleased that it is over with and my techers seemed to think i did good, then me and kirk and jenni went out to the pick me up diner and celebrated with a very late dinner, we got back at one thirty. i guess i up load the photos of the piece, they really dont do it justice but any way...

fuck you minky

so minky kim is sitting next to me in art history eating a big ass thing of french fries, srunhing right in my fucking face. i think i might knock her fucking brains in in a minute, but any who fucking james yood or however the fuck you spel this dumb asses name, is dumb. so dumb so ignorant to the world outside the notes he has set out for himself for him to give us his mundane fucking lectures, why dont you respond to questions or actual things that happen around you.
yes, it is rooted in germanness, that peice from post world war germany. and i can fucking smell those french fries over my own hate.
none of this matters to me, only these pieces current cintext and meaning, it does not matter to me what you think their meaning was at the time.
so worst wether ever cold and really windy and really rainy, but that ok, i set up my top secret piece for pun intended tonight. the crit is at six and i am fucking excited. so ready for people to be like waht the hell, and then hate it because i was being so mean in crit on tuesday. i also fucking skipped my english class and i thing ma teach is fuckin mad, i had to do a twenty minute presentation that i didnt do, but i has to skip for my own sanity. but it helped and i think im better now.
think i might come home for spring break bitches

constantly seeking tim schade's approval

reflection of recent events

i go wrecked last night, got wrecked last week too, i want to get wrecked in philly and then be alone for a while, take it easy and an say fuck you in the nicest way possible

by the by i dubbed my guitar gigantor

also i wanted to be a contractor for a while because i like to work with my hands, but i realized that i think way too much for that, i cant take orders or work with other people, i would never be happy with the product. i think art is a good alternative, it lets me exercise both capacities i possess. and im passionate about it, at least more than the limp dicks around me who bitch and moan every time they pick up a brush. if you dont love what you do with all your heart, then why bother there are plenty of other professions , youre not stuck just lost so keep looking. lets hang out some time just you and me, take it easy and just talk for a while fuck those other people lets just slow down and enjoy eachothers company. im down for whenever, you just let me know and it will happen, because i really want it to.

rank of pun intended critique last night

finally, i calculated everyone's average rank by adding up all of your
individual rankings and dividing them by 13 (two of you decided not to
rank). i've listed them here in order from highest to lowest ranking,
with your average rank in parentheses:
1) Tim (2.8)
2) Dash (4)
3) Kd (5.4)
4) Jordan (7.1)
4) Kimberly (7.1) (tie)
5) Miah (7.2)
6) Danielle (7.6)
7) Kirk Faber (7.9)
8) John (8.9)
9) Sarah (9.5)
10) Ilana (9.8)
11) Francisco (10)
12) Helen (10.5)
13) Emily (10.8)
14) Elise (11.1)

jinx left me sole-less

so the day after an intense and interesting day. i spent all day in room 410 of the sharp building, except for half an hour at lunch. in core we had an assignment the week before to go out and create/ isolate shapes in a space and photograph them then draw the shape. well i took 200 photos that day and left it off till the weekend when i very quickly realized that the assignment as given was kind of beneath me, it did not move at a fast enough pace, they just wanted eight drawings in black and white that didnt progress much at all. so i did some drawing and two were in pale green isolating the shap... whatever, then i did two oil paintings that i really liked and thought my teachers would like too because there all on my nutz. then as time went on i got nervous, because i kind of ignored most of the parameters of the assignment and thought they would say i did it wrong. then in class we had critique and even before we got to my work pete had said something about somebodies piece, then i thought about what he said and waited my turn and said, "you know pete, i have to disagree with you..." and went on explaining how he was exactly wrong. as somebody else was talking, pete leaned over to me and said, you know what, you're right man i was totally wrong about that piece. then after some people talked, pete said to the whole class how i was right about the piece, then titus, the other teacher said "alright!" and gave me a fist bump right there.
real professional guys.
then when when we did get to my work titus opened up by saying that, i knocked it out of the park. he said and i quote, "you got to the heart of this exercise and then ripped it out and ate it."

for the rest of core i worked on some paintings based on those two, and they pretty much left me alone, like that same old art teacher thing, leave the person who is actually doing something to their own devices and let them figure it out. i stayed late painting and rocking out until after everyone else left. then people for the next class started showing up, and i have that class too so i just hung out till pun intended stared. there was a pretty harsh crit and everybody seemed like they got torn apart, jason had us rank all the pieces from best to least best. he said that my piece was not about what i said it was about and was rather about me making my piece. not that that was such a bad thing, its very post modern in facet, in fact post modernism is the way of the future. so yeah i don't really want to work on that piece for next week, so ive got something else in mind that will blow your brain. i don't feel like blogging any more.