The Art Show took place on April 13th,2009.

it was amazing ; but as per usual, not all the things I had done were put in there.

Story of my life.


Dr. Rice, my previous teacher, had put in my Zebra painting, an ink drawing I'd done during my 5th semester trial , and a charcoal drawing of a hand.


Mrs. Mason, my current teacher, put in a watercolor I had done within Dr. Rice's class.
[ She fought for my Faerie Glenn painting, but they ran out of frames. ]

Mr. Craddock, my ceramics teacher, put in my Coyote head :].

And, Ms.Chivington + Ms. Landom put in my Van Gough Interpretation in.


All in all, I was happy with the selections made.
And I'm glad I got at least one thing from each class.


I shall be adding up deviants of all of the previous mentioned art work.



New Project.

Many people or few, have noticed I had made a "TOOL Inspirations" Art folder for favorites.
As well as Mudvayne, Slipknot, and Marilyn Manson.

For a few weeks, I was growing addicted to Tool. The music, the influence, hell, even looking up the meanings of their songs. I grew into the song "Vicarious".
If you know the song, you may understand my concept.

Anywho, I drew up in my sketch book with my pen, and two sketches later, showed them to my parents. [ Mom didn't understand as per usual, and Dad saw it ]
Gave the sketches to Mrs. Mason, and she totally understood it.

So I chose a canvas at United Art and Education, and I believe it's about a 20 X 22 or something of that sort.


[ I like my concepts big :]

and i get to work with oils
I've NEVER worked with them. and every time i open my jar and get my plastic plate of paint out, I'm excited .



Sadly. more has happened since then.

I don't know where my ex is.
And I miss him like crazy.

I even cried yesterday. In front of my teacher, Mr. Craddock, as he was explaining something to me about our project.

He was definitely shocked. I didn't even know why I was crying, it just... happened. :[

twas saddening, and I've only talked to one of my friends about. Everyone else, hasn't said a damn thing. And it pisses me off, because I'm usually there every fucking minute for their problems, and I didn't get a damn thing, other than them bitching about their problems, as if theirs are any better.


I dunno.
I'm bitchy, and pissed.


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