Saturday, May 31, 2014

genuine art

bringing back

genuine spirit and thought

behind pure expression

of the most common art




had widespread influence.

because....

excessively powerful
destruction
by order of
reasons.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

my blackout poetry anniversary

returning, after a long time of posting nothing here.
i'm also returning to my one of my senior projects after an almost equally long amount of time after it's exhibition. 

it's what got me so hooked onto blackout poetry in the first place, and this blog's existence. as i worked on my blackout project, i wanted to save the individual poetries as the happened. i have worked on enough projects to have thrown away most ideas of a work staying the same throughout the entire creative process. even if i did want to keep it concrete, it needed to be flexible and changeable in order to be something creative. i allowed that and it worked. a few years after its completion, i am still very pleased and even quite proud of this project. 

it became what i wanted, what i needed. it was personal, but still something i could share, it had impact on others. i found a way to record the changing process. i can look back and know where the switches turned on. i had to take a deep breath and cross out things i thought i needed in order to move on and make all the pieces come together, forming a story i knew was what it needed to become. and i even forgot if i was working and thinking on my art project or life. i find that both have lessons like this to give.




 the starting panel all the way to the end, taking the viewer on a stroll as they read my journey.
as i worked, i was still writing page after page in journal after journal recording my own changes and experiences and trying to make sense of life. 


 each panel carried it's own story and look and feel, but after looking back and around, figuring it all out, each panel lead to the next step of the story.
"we decided together to show people the beginning" this was the last panel of my work. because even though the reading was over, life was still just starting. and by now, i knew i was not alone.




to read the final poem, you can skip to my post called the journal/the journey.

Friday, August 30, 2013

earning and regret

"it's the first time i had to earn it this way."

i understand the regret.



                        growing      polarization       in the city



"it's perfectly true."

Monday, April 15, 2013

in the middle of a conversation with a friend...

"Because it's the broken people 
who know what beauty and intellect actually look like, 
and the cost of having such wonderful gifts that are above the average experience."

Friday, September 21, 2012

slow to realizations...easy to pronounce a metaphor

i have noticed how tunnel vision comes out when i'm making lots of blackout poetry.

one external limit is the words given to me, for example, i have lately been going to an old pocket book of art history. hence so many undertones (or overtones) of religion and such.

an internal limitation is simply, myself. while i'm sure there's some study just waiting to be picked up by a overzealous psychologist, i am limited to words that appeal to me. at least in the initial process.
as i work through it, i get rid of particular phrases or words that direct the poetry into the final theme. occasionally i can only "make it work" by getting rid of a word or phrase that i really want to keep. the problem is that it doesn't flow with all the other words.

somehow, i'm sure this can be some sort of metaphoric life application.

in the meantime, it's nice to be back into regularly working on blackouts. expect many more as i go through this old book.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

hope for christianity, honesty

original structure can still be unbroken

here one feels the protection of Christ

those remaining
are the only
possible
representations of Christianity