I made it to the school didn't I? yes, why yes i most certainly did!
so strange, the sights you see every day, as if it were normal behavior. I suppose it is considered normal, since, as i said it does occur on the daily. The uncommon and absurd have become my close companions. the question of life and the vitality of consciousness is addressed within many of the conversations that are held between two young people who would otherwise seem immersed and enveloped in popular culture.
There is one place where i don't seem to fit in. Pop-culture. I don't Lady Gaga's songs, i don't know who the chick is who spells her name is a $ sign...so much of the mainstream culture of today's younger generation is a ghost to me, the dead skin dust of something that had already been done in the underground of my generation, and i find myself in complete disinterest. Ignorance, purely.
Anyways, I have created some interesting projects since I've been here, in this apocalyptic city. This gray, wet, bitterly cold run down place. A city of such beautiful architecture, a city drowned in gifted artists, smothered by sculptures. The weather is depressing. I am depressed. Kinda, not too depressed, not "I'm going to kill myself, i cant take it anymore!" depressed, but "If i don't see some color soon my eye balls will melt into a hot sticky syrup and slowly eat my skin like acid..." depressed.
Ever had the pleasure of reading that book The Rode? beautiful book, very much a tribute to Camus, a rebuttal to Dostoevsky. Anyways, that Kansas City, the film they made about that grey static book, they had to have filmed it here. This is not spring.
whatever, here is a picture of my final project for my arting the find class.
Its all paper. even the grey and the red, its just painted paper.
I was making it so that i would quit smoking...but the piece in all reality is a total failure, i got half way through it and started right back up....it was all the tubes i had to roll.
These are two of my rough drafts for the valentines i sent out this year.
There were a few, but i only took picutes of these two, and only of them in thier first stage.
So I have to go pack.
I'm going home to visit. Im so happy i could cry.
