joejoe, i love your blog.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
One Old One New
Samuel
acrylic and charcoal on canvas, 2007
Good Morning Morgantown
(for you, joni mitchell)
acrylic, sharpie, cardboard
Hard to capture because its asymmetrical :-[
Thursday, March 20, 2008
today was a day where i sat and sat
and had so many intentions
and my appointments were hard
and sad and annoying and sweaty
and clammy and chilly
and i was supposed to breath easily 1234
and hold 1234
and breath out 1234 but i couldnt do it
because its so hard to do anything when i only think im doing it wrong
and now im still sitting here and the only ok part
was when my dad said we'd go on a walk and my brother went too.
and the other day in the hair place sheila said
she doesn't think we can ever truly really know someone
ever, at all
and god that makes me so sad
Friday, March 14, 2008
If I am a brave girl
I will center this more and refine it
and have it tattooed, in all one color i want to say
right in between raw and burnt sienna,
upon my shoulder into a caplet.
If I am a brave girl!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
I am most nervous for applying for honors because daily I go back and forth between whether or not I am good whether or not I could "do that" whether or not I will be rejected, and how that will affect me, etc. I don't know. I keep looking for assurance in other people, which is not attractive. Today I saw my favorite painting professor and she said "don't worry" as in, "don't worry, just apply and see what happens" but of course I took it as, she thinks I will make it. And i got excited but now Im looking at my stuff and I just hate it all. And I can't even call myself an artist cause I can't handle that responsibility right now. I feel like when I'm out of college it'll still be easier to say "Art Major" or "Art Student." I guess it seems pretty trivial, but it really kind of plagues me. I should have done something tonight after all my essays, but I sat here and just kept getting more drawn into myself. Don't you hate that? I'm always doing things that I know will depress me in the end, but they are usually just easier than going outside and getting cold, or having to wait for the car to heat up, or worrying about Junebug in her crate. This is my life and these are my worries. I'm the luckiest girl in the world, without sarcasm. I hope I make it into honors. I really love volunteering for the student gallery, but I don't like being involved in uber critical conversation about other people's work. I don't always understand why something isn't beautiful the way its supposed to be. That is why I always worry I am just getting used to the things I cannot do well, and making them beautiful in my mind. I just hope I make it into honors. I am going to bed, but I think I want to be a Quaker without going to meetings. Is that possible? I have a lot of questions, but I like that they call each other "friend" and I like their testimony of plainness. They are interesting people, but there are lots of interesting people. There's something to be said for those who can stick to a religion their whole life. I feel like I've bounced around, sticking to bits of information that I like, and interpreting things so they mean more to my life. I ate all my oranges tonight and my last apple. Tomorrow is an early day and a late night. Friday is my last day of work. This is my life, and I hope I get into honors.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
My Ceramics Homework
May's Day
by
Sarah Ruggieri
There once was a dino named May.
It was her 9th birthday today!
She got up from bed,
put her favorite hat on her head,
and hoped for presents without a delay!
May ga-lunked down the steps with a flare.
And thought, "Turning nine is so very rare!"
But when she got to the kitchen,
she knew something was missin',
when no cake or gifts greeted her there.
At school no one said a word.
Perhaps they just hadn't heard?
Birthday fun this is NOT,
everyone had forgot!
May felt like a big dino nerd.
Walking home tears fell from her eyes.
She felt silly, unwanted, unwise.
But when she opened the door,
her jaw dropped to the floor,
as everyone she knew yelled, "SURPRISE!"
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Darthanyia
Everyone's got a bitch on the real,
and mine happens to be D-town.
her birthday is next wednesday
so you know I'm hooking her up with
the homeade card, potted plant
and cranberry almond muncheeees
I'll miss her and angel the most from work
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