charlita chaplin

today i walked into work and resident wacko girl had left me all the chores and a gaggle of helpless photo students. what was a girl to do? put on a mustache for the entirety of her shift. ob-vi-ous-ly.

today i learned my art was about love

balls. absolute balls. but maybe it explains why i fail so much at it in real life.

good karma police! bad karma police!

i am going to mexico city to see radiohead for spring break, and possibly to stalk francis alys with a can of paint. jus' sayin'.

negative creep

as a child, i did the photographically unthinkable: i threw away all of the family photo negatives. i feel like digital photo albums will never seem as precious or precarious. pending a major server crash, of course. hey you, when do you think people began compiling mostly digital photo albums? doesn't it scare you that there are little kids running around out there who have no idea what a film photograph feels like?

watership down

i took an absurd amount of photographs while at home this past break. never really took the time to appreciate texas in winter before--it's a very strange phenomenon. the sky is warm but the air is cold. the trees are dead but the water is still running. pockets of suburban strip malls interrupt a vast agrarian memory. you know, the uzzzzze.

sometimes i surprise myself

art school consists of a lot of conceptual bullshit and justifying yourself through augmented critical vocabularies. i've become shockingly good at it, but sometimes i'd like to think that i mean what i say. excerpted from my preliminary thesis statement:

1. i think a lot about history as a manner of evoking what was lost to the progression of time.
2. i believe that art is an active process for investigating the poetry latent in the everyday.

gulf coast yearnings

flowers for peace

a couple of my current fixations:
a. rituals. i love their rigor. i love their excess. i love that they are best performed under some sort of physical/mental/emotional duress. i love that they don't really mean anything in the grand scheme of things.
b. garlands. this motif recurs a lot in pablo neruda. one certain garland also wore red shoes in the wizard of oz.
c. appending 'for peace' to the end of plural nouns. sentences for peace, y'all! if everyone adopted such a mission, do you think we'd live in a happier world?