I have no doubt in my mind that when I say love is masochistic, people would to think that I am a bitter and dejected man who sees the glass half empty. Well, they would be half right if not mostly right. But this isn’t the opening line to a sob story of love lost, that would be cliché at best and above all else rather pathetic because it’s not like there was something horrible that happened. No one died in a tragic fashion, although I will admit that I wished someone did to make all the bullshit seem worth it. Or maybe it was the death of a mindset or a personal ideal, something so close to your heart that when it goes it rips off a piece of your beating, pumping organ like a fixture adhered to a wooden wall. And let me tell you, there are bound to be splinters any which way you look at it.
But other than personal experience, the best kind of experience, this assessment comes from the observations made in hopes of easing a pain I had a few years ago. It is incredible what people will do for each other, for this strange many limbed creature called love. We suddenly find someone with the right chemistry, the right look and then we begin to do things foreign and strange to us for the sake of someone else rather than ourselves. And to make matters worse, we consider this behavior natural. Natural! As if a sudden shift in personality and heavy dependance that could develop in such a way that without it we may shrivel up and DIE (physically or metaphorically, take your pick) is just run of the mill! It’s ludicrous! It’s insane! It’s the reason those foul tasting Sweetheart candies from NECCO make a profit in this country! And before you stop me, have you ever had any of those sugary abominations? Once the taste of dry and dead glucose wrings your tongue of feeling then I’m sure you will understand some of what I am talking about.
So what was I talking about? Ah yes, love. Love, love, love, love, love. Love is what makes sane people go mad with a pantheon of different emotional outcomes. Love can be the reason for living or love can be the reason you are dead, face down in a gutter somewhere. But that might be a little too much, I’m getting ahead of myself. But to get back on point there is a sort of strangeness to love when it comes to making people act. To be willing to go the extra mile for someone, to care so much for another living soul that you would break your back twice for them. That is inspiring, but oh so very insane. But in a good way. Can you be insane in a good way? Is that possible? I’m getting off topic again, let me move this along. I miss having a high rise bed. AH DAMN IT MAN, GET IT TOGETHER!
I have witnessed love, I have seen how it acts and behaves and I have seen various species of the creature. I have seen large imposing men reduced to soft-spoken teddy bears in the presence of the woman he had found himself with while others playfully grope and fondle each other as if they were children playing some sort of game. I have also seen it be the glue that keeps a bickering and loud couple together despite that they might truly hate each other. It is a miracle, something that can’t be replicated for cheap, something that should never have a price-tag and something that should be cherished no matter what kind of love it might be. But I am not convinced that it is still something that won’t hurt you. I am almost convinced that there will always be some level of hurt involved with love whether you want it or not.
Whether it is insanity or some mental phenomenon caused by a storm of hormones, I am not sure and I have no intention of knowing exactly. Savoring the mystery as it were. But it is clear that we hurt ourselves for those moments of bliss that come with it. We sacrifice our time, our bodies, whatever we can scrape together for it, for that sweet fleeting feeling that the other person on the other end of this diabolical arrangement will accept us and reciprocate those same feelings. When it all comes together as some sort of calm wave and if just for that moment, everything is right with the world. For this and nothing else, I see people exhibit symptoms of what I might consider bipolar disorder. But again, I may be acting out of bounds here. We say it’s normal, or perhaps it’s more normal than most things in life. I’ll go with the latter.
But what makes it OK to hurt ourselves for the sake of emotion, or any reason at all? If we jump right off a cliff, break all our bones, wait a year for everything heal up and then decide to do it again once you can get the chance, what makes this a sound decision? It doesn’t, nothing justifies this example just as it doesn’t justify hurting ourselves for the sake of love. That is what takes a positive force in the universe and turns it into something wretched and cruel, like abusing one’s love for self-serving purposes (Although the pimps and sweet talkers of the world are probably very smart, that doesn’t justify what they do as right. Love and intelligence, what a terrible combination.)
When I see someone who bends over backwards or has a complete personality change, I see someone so involved in their relationship that they are more times than not refusing to see anything else. More specifically, themselves. I will say this once and get it out there, a relationship should never, never, never be the sole reason for personal happiness. Because something two people do together isn’t personal. Personal involves ONE and only ONE person. When it’s two people being intimate, then that’s what I would call a partnership. And when it comes to partnerships, you don’t go in with nothing. That is rude, negligent and above all naive. When someone says you have to love yourself before you love another, they aren’t saying that to be mystical or Dr. Phil. They are saying that for your own PERSONAL well being.
No one will be able to help you the same way you can help yourself. That’s why I find it so important to be able to stand on my own two feet and take care of what I need to for myself and no one else. Because no one in their right mind would want to partner up with someone weighted down with personal crap and no desire to acknowledge those issues. That’s just someone who is childishly trying to shove all its toys in the closet instead of picking them up. But I am not stupid enough to say that there are people who are not messed up in one way or another. We are all screwy, each and every one of us has something deep down that we have to struggle with. What I think is important is the ability to handle these matters while also being able to accept the help of others if wanted. After all, this is a partnership we are talking about.
There is no need to feel the slings and arrows of hurt for the sake of love, but we do it anyway because we can’t seem to have one without the other. But you can limit how much bullshit you deal with by taking care of yourself and being there for whoever it is you have the fortune and misfortune of loving. This is a precious thing, this horrible and deranged emotion that can give someone the idea that they can do anything, it’s just that good. So don’t screw it up by being brash, hasty or just plain stupid. Because if you do, you’ll have a face full of splinters and maybe, just maybe, an STD.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
GN-001 Gundam Exia - Model pt. 4
Well, I said I finished this a while ago, I just haven't had the time to post the pictures. But before I let you take a look at them all, I have to say this is the finest model I have ever had the pleasure to build. I can only image that the next logical step, the perfect grade sets, will be even more amazing to build. And yes, I took these pictures in a kitchen.
It's nice to have something to do that won't drive you completely crazy. Everyone should have one of those.
It's nice to have something to do that won't drive you completely crazy. Everyone should have one of those.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
New seminar blog
http://designseminarspring2011.blogspot.com/
This is the blog where I will be posting a majority of my seminar related work from now till April/May. Feel free to keep tabs on me if you'd like.
Actual posting may or may not happen in the near future.
This is the blog where I will be posting a majority of my seminar related work from now till April/May. Feel free to keep tabs on me if you'd like.
Actual posting may or may not happen in the near future.
Monday, January 10, 2011
The infernal march of time and the next generation
I would like to take a moment and if you would be so kind as to read along then please be my guest.
In more recent news, the Mark Twain novel "The adventures of Huck Finn" was recently going through a change in it's publication where all uses of the term "n*gger" was to be replaced by the word "slave." At first, I was a bit disappointed with this, Twain's book being a timeless classic in American literature and any alterations to it's text felt as though it would be tarnished. It was set in a period in time where things were much different and to maintain this sense of the era it would be best to leave things as they are. However, it's just as I said, it was set in a period in time where things were much different and although Twain's wit and writing is brilliant, much of it is lost in translation as the readers from more than 100 year in the future read it today. Since this is the case, there should be no need to be worried over the simple exchange of a single word, or rather overjoyed that a hateful word is extracted all together. This is the reasoning I have come to understand about this matter and it just seems silly to be upset over the change of a word, regardless of it's context or meaning. Maybe it's better that if a new generation reads the books of Mark Twain that they do not have to ask their teacher "What is a N*gger?"
But this isn't so much about the alteration of books but rather how when something becomes old enough it begins to make less and less sense. As time marches on with every infernal step, things that were once considered important or memorable are now being "antiqued" by the general public, shelved and presented as novelties rather than regarded with the respect they once commanded. Or worse, they are forgotten until some one, some day, repeats a very dreadful mistake or mishap. Now there are a lot of things we leave behind for time to gobble up, things like novels that were less than masterpieces of literature or movies that were alright perhaps even remade but even still weren't all that good to begin with. Those things we don't care so much about and why would we? They are only forms of entertainment.
But then there are things, events and moments in the past that we hear stories about, like when our grandparents told us about growing up in the great depression and how the world was on the end of it's seat during the second world war. Or perhaps more recent, during the 60's and 70's with the war in Vietnam and free love and all the strange, strange things in-between. And here we are, at the beginning of another new year, already buzzing with a few thousand things going on . . . I'm starting to see a trend. As I said, time moves on and on and things are being swept under the rug as we go along. But how much will be lost? How many of the things we experienced last year, five years, ten years ago will really matter to the world of tomorrow? How much will my children know about 9/11? Will it be nothing more than just something that happened a long time ago or perhaps something mommy and daddy saw? And it doesn't have to be political, it could be anything from seeing Michael Jordan play for the Chicago Bulls in the NBA finals or what it was like to listen to an iPod? Or maybe, just maybe they will make me feel old and ask "What is Mario?"
The world will be a very different place for that next generation of wiggling and squirming little brats that may be our children and I wonder whether or not they will learn anything from the events of the past? How will those bygone eras of the 2000's-2010's will actually matter to them?
As a skeptic and someone who sees the glass as half empty far more times than I will ever care to mention, I don't have high hopes. I imagine a lot of things from our collective youths will be fodder for time's gluttony and will be non-existent to the next generation and a hazy memory for us. But for the things that matter, the World Wars that were fought and won, the times that came before when these strange creatures called hippies reigned supreme and all the nasty things we as humans have done because we should have known better, those need to be kept even though they might lose their meaning and their relevance. But even if we change the words around, it'll still be the same at the core . . . right? History is a funny thing, even funnier still is the history that wasn't so long ago. I can hope that the education system our generation will run will do their level best for these children. I hope my children, or at least the children I will one day be questioned by will be inquisitive of what the world was like before they ever arrived. I want them to pick up Huck Finn and ask me what the hell is going on and above all else I want to be able to tell them more than "it was just a different time back then."
So at the very least, remember now. Right now. Right as you are reading this right now. What is happening in the world today? What is special about today? What about you? What are your feelings about today? Were things better before or will they be better in the future? What will you have as an answer when someone asks you what this corner in time was like? I know that this topic is far from original, I'm almost certain I've been posed this question at least 100 times in my 22 year tenure on this rock. But I suppose it's important to ask it again and again because someone may have let it slip past them.
This is the end of a realization I had at 4 am on the 10th of January 2011.
In more recent news, the Mark Twain novel "The adventures of Huck Finn" was recently going through a change in it's publication where all uses of the term "n*gger" was to be replaced by the word "slave." At first, I was a bit disappointed with this, Twain's book being a timeless classic in American literature and any alterations to it's text felt as though it would be tarnished. It was set in a period in time where things were much different and to maintain this sense of the era it would be best to leave things as they are. However, it's just as I said, it was set in a period in time where things were much different and although Twain's wit and writing is brilliant, much of it is lost in translation as the readers from more than 100 year in the future read it today. Since this is the case, there should be no need to be worried over the simple exchange of a single word, or rather overjoyed that a hateful word is extracted all together. This is the reasoning I have come to understand about this matter and it just seems silly to be upset over the change of a word, regardless of it's context or meaning. Maybe it's better that if a new generation reads the books of Mark Twain that they do not have to ask their teacher "What is a N*gger?"
But this isn't so much about the alteration of books but rather how when something becomes old enough it begins to make less and less sense. As time marches on with every infernal step, things that were once considered important or memorable are now being "antiqued" by the general public, shelved and presented as novelties rather than regarded with the respect they once commanded. Or worse, they are forgotten until some one, some day, repeats a very dreadful mistake or mishap. Now there are a lot of things we leave behind for time to gobble up, things like novels that were less than masterpieces of literature or movies that were alright perhaps even remade but even still weren't all that good to begin with. Those things we don't care so much about and why would we? They are only forms of entertainment.
But then there are things, events and moments in the past that we hear stories about, like when our grandparents told us about growing up in the great depression and how the world was on the end of it's seat during the second world war. Or perhaps more recent, during the 60's and 70's with the war in Vietnam and free love and all the strange, strange things in-between. And here we are, at the beginning of another new year, already buzzing with a few thousand things going on . . . I'm starting to see a trend. As I said, time moves on and on and things are being swept under the rug as we go along. But how much will be lost? How many of the things we experienced last year, five years, ten years ago will really matter to the world of tomorrow? How much will my children know about 9/11? Will it be nothing more than just something that happened a long time ago or perhaps something mommy and daddy saw? And it doesn't have to be political, it could be anything from seeing Michael Jordan play for the Chicago Bulls in the NBA finals or what it was like to listen to an iPod? Or maybe, just maybe they will make me feel old and ask "What is Mario?"
The world will be a very different place for that next generation of wiggling and squirming little brats that may be our children and I wonder whether or not they will learn anything from the events of the past? How will those bygone eras of the 2000's-2010's will actually matter to them?
As a skeptic and someone who sees the glass as half empty far more times than I will ever care to mention, I don't have high hopes. I imagine a lot of things from our collective youths will be fodder for time's gluttony and will be non-existent to the next generation and a hazy memory for us. But for the things that matter, the World Wars that were fought and won, the times that came before when these strange creatures called hippies reigned supreme and all the nasty things we as humans have done because we should have known better, those need to be kept even though they might lose their meaning and their relevance. But even if we change the words around, it'll still be the same at the core . . . right? History is a funny thing, even funnier still is the history that wasn't so long ago. I can hope that the education system our generation will run will do their level best for these children. I hope my children, or at least the children I will one day be questioned by will be inquisitive of what the world was like before they ever arrived. I want them to pick up Huck Finn and ask me what the hell is going on and above all else I want to be able to tell them more than "it was just a different time back then."
So at the very least, remember now. Right now. Right as you are reading this right now. What is happening in the world today? What is special about today? What about you? What are your feelings about today? Were things better before or will they be better in the future? What will you have as an answer when someone asks you what this corner in time was like? I know that this topic is far from original, I'm almost certain I've been posed this question at least 100 times in my 22 year tenure on this rock. But I suppose it's important to ask it again and again because someone may have let it slip past them.
This is the end of a realization I had at 4 am on the 10th of January 2011.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Preperations for Phase 2
It took me a while to get as far as I have but I still have a long way to go. Even with my glorious break from academics, I've been attempting to get further along with my seminar projects since I had what I'd kindly call "a late start." But that is all behind me now and I'm glad it is. I got my bearings, now I need to accomplish my goal.
100 pictures for 100 captions.
Despite my set goal, I will probably be making much more art than I need for the sake of being able to pick the best from the best. Although I have plenty of artwork made and finished, some of the earlier pictures no longer have a place with my ever changing thesis and so I have much less to work with than I originally thought. I am able to salvage what I can, but I'm still in a spot now where I have to make images and make quite a bit of them.
All other personal pursuits like the Plastic Beach series that I started close to a year ago will be placed on hold, but there is always a chance I could make another one by complete chance. After all, I am making more than I need. As for the Gundam model, well it's finished. I'll post more about that later.
In theory, making 100 random images should not pose too much of a challenge. I'm hoping I'm right about that because next semester's work load is much more on quantity with more classes to worry about and an independent study for writing. However, I'm not looking for a mercy angel just yet so I'm still hopeful.
100 pictures for 100 captions.
Despite my set goal, I will probably be making much more art than I need for the sake of being able to pick the best from the best. Although I have plenty of artwork made and finished, some of the earlier pictures no longer have a place with my ever changing thesis and so I have much less to work with than I originally thought. I am able to salvage what I can, but I'm still in a spot now where I have to make images and make quite a bit of them.
All other personal pursuits like the Plastic Beach series that I started close to a year ago will be placed on hold, but there is always a chance I could make another one by complete chance. After all, I am making more than I need. As for the Gundam model, well it's finished. I'll post more about that later.
In theory, making 100 random images should not pose too much of a challenge. I'm hoping I'm right about that because next semester's work load is much more on quantity with more classes to worry about and an independent study for writing. However, I'm not looking for a mercy angel just yet so I'm still hopeful.
Friday, December 31, 2010
On second thought . . .
So I re-read the last post I made on this blog and I came to the conclusion that I am not one who should broadcast what I think has to happen to the art world as a whole. Or anything remotely similar to this. It might be interesting to see a different view point, but seriously I should just stop while I'm ahead. It all sounds rather pretentious honestly. Or worse yet, trying to sound much more intelligent then I really am and that is just stupid to begin with.
The same thing can be said when I do segments about music, albums and what have you. But I feel as though my opinions to music as much less authoritative and more about perspective which in turn makes them seem less troublesome. Either way, I have to be sure not to sound like some whiny little bitch who thinks he knows everything. Because ladies and gentlemen, I don't. In fact, the only thing that I seem to discover periodically is how little I know about most things. And that's demeaning and depressing, but also sort of inspiring.
So I guess that is all for now, not really in a mood to post anything new or exciting since the semester has ended, but it's all about keeping the ball rolling. Have a happy new year, whoever and wherever you are.
The same thing can be said when I do segments about music, albums and what have you. But I feel as though my opinions to music as much less authoritative and more about perspective which in turn makes them seem less troublesome. Either way, I have to be sure not to sound like some whiny little bitch who thinks he knows everything. Because ladies and gentlemen, I don't. In fact, the only thing that I seem to discover periodically is how little I know about most things. And that's demeaning and depressing, but also sort of inspiring.
So I guess that is all for now, not really in a mood to post anything new or exciting since the semester has ended, but it's all about keeping the ball rolling. Have a happy new year, whoever and wherever you are.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Art/Design needs to Evolve
Evolve used for lack a better term. And for the record, this isn't a critical analysis of art today, this is merely the realization of what has to happen in order to make successful artwork. So I had a thought as I was in the bathroom this afternoon (what I may have been doing in there is none of your damn business you filthy perverts). It was about surfing of all things, like with a surfboard on an ocean. Shuffling through what little I knew about surfing, my thoughts eventually went to the Graphic Designer and personal favorite, David Carson. For those who don't know Carson, have a looksee below:
I recommend anyone who hasn't seen anything like this before look Carson up. Anyway, Carson did the designs for a now defunct magazine called "Beach Culture" which focused on surfing and other ocean related hobbies in California. Carson himself was an avid surfer in his younger days and might even be so today. But I digress, I need to prove a point. Carson did design work but he also included other passions in his life into his work. The chaotic and almost illegible type relating to the uncertain and liquid state of a tidal wave, or the brashness of youth coming through without a care in the world.
Now, this is just an interpretation of Carson's work, I'm sure he'd probably read this and tell me that I was insane. But art/ design alone doesn't work by itself, it's a piece of a final product. What you combine with art /design is the real interesting element. This isn't some revolutionary concept I'm talking about, plenty of people have come to their own understandings about this subject. But there are some people, mostly young aspiring artists and designers who think that if they work with the basic ideas of art/design alone, they'll be fine and the creativity from these sources alone will be enough. To be blunt, beef stew isn't beef stew with just beef. Beef stew with just beef brings grief.
We need more artists who can push the boundaries of their work by adding more into it. In the future, I don't want to see art that is just art. I want to see art that is a flurry of spices and seasonings all mixed together into their work. I want to see a painting, a portrait with the artist's love of soccer, their admiration for Russian Propaganda, their disgust of fast food, all coming in at once and turning an elementary example of art into something great. Of course, I am not proposing we make chimerical artwork, merely the sum parts of the influences used to create it. In that respect, it might seem easy to make a Frankenstein monster out of art. Cheap and lifeless are not goals I wish people to undertake. You still need beef to make beef stew after all, so use the spices sparingly and appropriately.
Being a student at an art school, I have been graced to see many talented artists' works hung on the white walls that cover the school and there have been a lot of different directions that these people have gone. But there is still more we can do. So that is why I say art/design needs to evolve. Even though design is less based on the personal expressions of the designer and more about problem solving, there is still a personal element that can be thrown into how to solve a problem if not the creation of the design.
So that's my rant, like I said before it's nothing new. It's just something I think that needs to be said.
I recommend anyone who hasn't seen anything like this before look Carson up. Anyway, Carson did the designs for a now defunct magazine called "Beach Culture" which focused on surfing and other ocean related hobbies in California. Carson himself was an avid surfer in his younger days and might even be so today. But I digress, I need to prove a point. Carson did design work but he also included other passions in his life into his work. The chaotic and almost illegible type relating to the uncertain and liquid state of a tidal wave, or the brashness of youth coming through without a care in the world.
Now, this is just an interpretation of Carson's work, I'm sure he'd probably read this and tell me that I was insane. But art/ design alone doesn't work by itself, it's a piece of a final product. What you combine with art /design is the real interesting element. This isn't some revolutionary concept I'm talking about, plenty of people have come to their own understandings about this subject. But there are some people, mostly young aspiring artists and designers who think that if they work with the basic ideas of art/design alone, they'll be fine and the creativity from these sources alone will be enough. To be blunt, beef stew isn't beef stew with just beef. Beef stew with just beef brings grief.
We need more artists who can push the boundaries of their work by adding more into it. In the future, I don't want to see art that is just art. I want to see art that is a flurry of spices and seasonings all mixed together into their work. I want to see a painting, a portrait with the artist's love of soccer, their admiration for Russian Propaganda, their disgust of fast food, all coming in at once and turning an elementary example of art into something great. Of course, I am not proposing we make chimerical artwork, merely the sum parts of the influences used to create it. In that respect, it might seem easy to make a Frankenstein monster out of art. Cheap and lifeless are not goals I wish people to undertake. You still need beef to make beef stew after all, so use the spices sparingly and appropriately.
Being a student at an art school, I have been graced to see many talented artists' works hung on the white walls that cover the school and there have been a lot of different directions that these people have gone. But there is still more we can do. So that is why I say art/design needs to evolve. Even though design is less based on the personal expressions of the designer and more about problem solving, there is still a personal element that can be thrown into how to solve a problem if not the creation of the design.
So that's my rant, like I said before it's nothing new. It's just something I think that needs to be said.
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