Saturday, April 18, 2009
Sunny Day
In the wake of the sun finally starting to show itself on a more regular basis, and with the noticeably rad natural light, I thought it was due time to have a mini self photo shoot. Here is the result: 
Happy Birthday Miss Lily Bean!
Yep, one year ago, my lovable and sweet Lily Bean was born. Exactly 8 weeks prior to taking her home. If given the opportunity, she would be mine solely. Alas, she belongs in full to my Dad, whom I picked her out to protect and take care of. But that doesn't change the fact of our close knit bond to one another. A month or so ago, I was, un-benounced to me, initiated into the 'dog park pack' circle, when Lily jumped on my back and insisted I be her playmate for the remaining stay there. Apparently, that was a first for everyone there to see. Hmmm.... Am I the next dog whisperer?
In honor of Lily Beans day of entrance into this world, I am honoring her with a photo and video montage of the past 10 months of her life in my family (sans 3 months when I was in London).
June 3, 2008 Puppy pick out. 10 puppies, one choice. Glad we had first pick. From the first moment I picked her up, I new she was the one "I" wanted. I refused to put her down until my Dad agreed that she was 'the one'.
June 14-15, 2009 Coming home weekend. She loved being held by her chest and having her back legs sway while you held her. She also adored Prince, The Spoiled Pomeranian. Sadly, he was attacked and killed by coyotes in the west hills. R.I.P.
July 6, 2008 Learning to love the camera.
July 20, 2008 Growing her main and loosing the 'puppy' fur.
February 21, 2009 I leave for London, and when I return, Lily's a dog! One who loves going to the dog park and long hikes.
March 1, 2009 Happy 60th Birthday Dad!
March 29, 2009 Waiting for Dad. Lily is turning into such a lovely dog.
In honor of Lily Beans day of entrance into this world, I am honoring her with a photo and video montage of the past 10 months of her life in my family (sans 3 months when I was in London).
June 3, 2008 Puppy pick out. 10 puppies, one choice. Glad we had first pick. From the first moment I picked her up, I new she was the one "I" wanted. I refused to put her down until my Dad agreed that she was 'the one'.
June 14-15, 2009 Coming home weekend. She loved being held by her chest and having her back legs sway while you held her. She also adored Prince, The Spoiled Pomeranian. Sadly, he was attacked and killed by coyotes in the west hills. R.I.P.
July 6, 2008 Learning to love the camera.
July 20, 2008 Growing her main and loosing the 'puppy' fur.
February 21, 2009 I leave for London, and when I return, Lily's a dog! One who loves going to the dog park and long hikes.
March 1, 2009 Happy 60th Birthday Dad!
March 29, 2009 Waiting for Dad. Lily is turning into such a lovely dog.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Looking To The Past
A while ago I ran into some of my old work. It was interesting to analyze it and remember way back when to when I was working on those particular pieces. From as long as I can remember, I have always been incredibly attached to my work, even to the point of making my parents purchase the pieces back for charity. Don't ya just love Catholic school fundraisers? Anyways, sometimes you need to look back to see where you were, what you've done, how far you've come and the potential that you posses some creative ability. Yes, slumps blow, and creative searching for inspiration is often needed. Mine today, has been looking to the past.
Circa 1993, 10 years old. Even from a young age I was conscience of equality. Check out the Eskimos and the the Eskimos yo-yo in their hands. I was enthralled with their culture at a young age and adored going to the Arctic Museum on the WOU campus where Paul Jensen was my personal tour guide and offend took pieces out of the display cases to show me how they worked. It was a favorite past time. Oh, and yes, this piece is one I did while at Catholic school, where I made my parents buy it back because I liked it so much. HA! What a child I was...
At a young aged I learned how to be a master copier. I remember liking a particular Matisse piece one afternoon and decided that that was what I wanted to draw. The first imagine I started with water colors. The proportions weren't right, and I got frustrated (yes, I've always been a perfectionist), so I moved to pencil and color pencil. I thought it turned out better that way. Now, the rejected one and the final are framed and hung next to each other. I like it that way.
Circa age 20. Ah, college and the required classes. Below is one of the first 'typographic' pieces I ever did. The class was Intro to Typography, and everything had to be done by hand. Color pencils used to be a good friend of mine. I will always love this piece.
I believe the sketch below was from an Advanced Life Drawing class. I remember we had to do a series of three 20 min. sketches. This was one of them. It's interesting looking at pieces and always getting the same reaction. The piece below always makes me want to take a life drawing class, just for the hell of it.
Circa 1993, 10 years old. Even from a young age I was conscience of equality. Check out the Eskimos and the the Eskimos yo-yo in their hands. I was enthralled with their culture at a young age and adored going to the Arctic Museum on the WOU campus where Paul Jensen was my personal tour guide and offend took pieces out of the display cases to show me how they worked. It was a favorite past time. Oh, and yes, this piece is one I did while at Catholic school, where I made my parents buy it back because I liked it so much. HA! What a child I was...
At a young aged I learned how to be a master copier. I remember liking a particular Matisse piece one afternoon and decided that that was what I wanted to draw. The first imagine I started with water colors. The proportions weren't right, and I got frustrated (yes, I've always been a perfectionist), so I moved to pencil and color pencil. I thought it turned out better that way. Now, the rejected one and the final are framed and hung next to each other. I like it that way.
Circa age 20. Ah, college and the required classes. Below is one of the first 'typographic' pieces I ever did. The class was Intro to Typography, and everything had to be done by hand. Color pencils used to be a good friend of mine. I will always love this piece.
I believe the sketch below was from an Advanced Life Drawing class. I remember we had to do a series of three 20 min. sketches. This was one of them. It's interesting looking at pieces and always getting the same reaction. The piece below always makes me want to take a life drawing class, just for the hell of it.
Monday, April 13, 2009
And My Heart Breaks
You know when you have a moment when you hear and/or see something, not necessarily meaning anything all, yet your heart cracks. You're saddened. Inquisitive. Pondering the meaning of why. Or rather, why not (me)? Or why the paths never completely line up together. With recent events, and so many friends in relationships and spring in full bloom, being single sometimes just isn't where you want to be. Seeing it all just kind of makes you want to vomit a little in your month. Don't get me wrong, I would love to be in a long term relationship again, but the idea of it now, I'm not so sure about. I can honestly think of only one person that if said they were down for a try, that I might actually be in. HA! Wouldn't that be funny. But really, I guess like the saying goes, you always want what you can't have. And I would consider distance in miles to be a factor of not being able to have. Bummer, but oh well, I suppose.
When it comes down to it though, relationship wise, today, I would probably choose a huge career leap vs a long term relationship. I think I need that more now than ever. It would make me happier. Success now. Love later. Unless the two could somehow be one....
On a completely different note. This morning I went to church. Catholic church. Flash back to Catholic school as a child, let me tell you. Anyways, I know right. What was I thinking? Well, I'll tell ya. 1_ I am visiting a friends family who attend church this weekend. 2_The other day I was watching the t.v. show '30 Days' on hulu. The episode was titled: 'Atheist / Christian'. It placed an Atheist in a Christian family and she had to participate in all their activities. It made me remember that it's always good to be excepting of other beliefs and the 'blessing' that we have a right to choose what we want to believe in.
Now, as many people close to me know, I've very non-religious. I think being a good person and doing good things is a better motto to live by. Let alone the fact that I like proof of things that exist. O.k. o.k., yes, I believe in the Universe and the theories around it. But I have to say, my proof of work is declaring to move half way around the world and then 3 months later doing just that.
But what I really wanted to comment today on my experience at Church. And man, if you're going to pick one day a year to attend church, what better day then when a 'mortal who died for our sins' was resurrected? Funny, because the priest mentioned how only a select few got to see him. Hmmm..... Makes ya think, doesn't it?
At the end of the service, a very sweet old women next to me started a brief conversation. It went something like this:
Old Lady: So what did you think of the service today?
Me: It was lovely. (Mustin't be rude now)
OL: I knew you would like it. (smile of excitement) I know you're not this religion, so you must be practicing something else?
M: Yeah, something like that. (after that I thought best to head out)
My first response was to say I don't believe in god. I'm agnostic. But I didn't think that would have gone down too well. And although I knew the prayers and motion from days back when (I went to Catholic school for good schoolings sake), I purposely chose not to go with the flow to 'fit in' today. It's not me, and even for an hour, I will not pretend. It's just not me. Done and don
When it comes down to it though, relationship wise, today, I would probably choose a huge career leap vs a long term relationship. I think I need that more now than ever. It would make me happier. Success now. Love later. Unless the two could somehow be one....
On a completely different note. This morning I went to church. Catholic church. Flash back to Catholic school as a child, let me tell you. Anyways, I know right. What was I thinking? Well, I'll tell ya. 1_ I am visiting a friends family who attend church this weekend. 2_The other day I was watching the t.v. show '30 Days' on hulu. The episode was titled: 'Atheist / Christian'. It placed an Atheist in a Christian family and she had to participate in all their activities. It made me remember that it's always good to be excepting of other beliefs and the 'blessing' that we have a right to choose what we want to believe in.
Now, as many people close to me know, I've very non-religious. I think being a good person and doing good things is a better motto to live by. Let alone the fact that I like proof of things that exist. O.k. o.k., yes, I believe in the Universe and the theories around it. But I have to say, my proof of work is declaring to move half way around the world and then 3 months later doing just that.
But what I really wanted to comment today on my experience at Church. And man, if you're going to pick one day a year to attend church, what better day then when a 'mortal who died for our sins' was resurrected? Funny, because the priest mentioned how only a select few got to see him. Hmmm..... Makes ya think, doesn't it?
At the end of the service, a very sweet old women next to me started a brief conversation. It went something like this:
Old Lady: So what did you think of the service today?
Me: It was lovely. (Mustin't be rude now)
OL: I knew you would like it. (smile of excitement) I know you're not this religion, so you must be practicing something else?
M: Yeah, something like that. (after that I thought best to head out)
My first response was to say I don't believe in god. I'm agnostic. But I didn't think that would have gone down too well. And although I knew the prayers and motion from days back when (I went to Catholic school for good schoolings sake), I purposely chose not to go with the flow to 'fit in' today. It's not me, and even for an hour, I will not pretend. It's just not me. Done and don
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