Sunday, July 12, 2009

How we grow old.

I'm not sure i can insist upon the fact that anything i have ever done had a good intention. That's stupid.
I know i can reassure anyone, who questions the actions of why i do what i do, with the actions of what i do.
My thoughts are not my own. But neither are yours, until, of course, you look at mine.
My sisters gave me my first sword; no, this isn't one of those Freudian slips, don't be an asshole.

I've seen many Unicorns, and i have hunted them. I would not just sit there and look at it. Only those who cannot handle themselves or have a lack of swords cannot consider to hunt one. It would be those poor bastards, who can only look, most likely masturbating all the while.
As i have stated, my sisters gave me my first sword. I could not end existence for any such creature, of course, but it tipped my existence.
I can stand the thought of getting my hands dirty, but only when my pleasure's wont be found trickling down my arms and into my eyes.
Being my age, i am not tall enough to evade gravity, so as you would imagine, my eyes became pools where that fluorescent liquid would collect, and needless to say, i did fondle every particle i found in those pools. No one told me of the repercussions. Reasons being somewhat obvious, i guess. Who would really want to have that many awkward (or at least i hear it is) conversations with a child. Perhaps i should have been given a book on what is taboo, rather than a cow jumping over a fucking moon. All one would have to do, is provide appropriate implications for a child to understand. But then again, that would take, just too much time.
My first Unicorn came in kindergarden. I saw it sparkling in the dark, the rest of the kids were to fucking clueless to notice one, at least in my world. I've met a few kids who have seen the Unicorns when i have, i got rid of them, but, in a passive aggressive manner so that my actions would not be noticed by to many. Its the ones who notice what i am doing that i can truly have as my friends. "Recess" just started, no better way to make sure a unicorn wasn't killed than to throw the entire class into a domain where we could do anything we wanted to, except, of course, everything we really wanted to do.
I didn't hesitate, the moment i had no eyes on me, my feet carefully and softly made there way to the realm where the Unicorn was. My intention, all the while was to just give it to my mother, I found no harm in this. But, in the end, i was given up by the bitch security tower(which by the way, always consists of a large female figure who seems to have little to no idea on how to really watch over young children, unless you call yelling and throwing junk food at kids a valid way of maintaining order), who's responsibility it was to make sure i didn't do anything out of the ordinary from the moment i left school until my parents came and picked me up. A lesson learned. Next time, instead of sharing my secret, ill take some marbles and put them where i know they will be blindly stepped on and hope from anywhere between, sort of bad to holly shit.

Ted Videos- Such good stuff

I remember seeing a video from a few years ago, but, at that time in my life, being pessimistic seemed to be a cooler way of thinking about things, rather than getting engaged in something worth while. I feel like irony and pessimism have grabbed my generation by the balls, and is not letting go with out a fight. Maybe this happens to everyone, or every generation. I'm not really sure yet. But, i do feel that those two states of mind are sucking the creative life force out of a lot of the people i have met. I know that before i took time off from school and was able to look back and see what i have been doing for the past few years, i was very much a negative little bastard, granted, it was punctuated by amazing surges of positive energy and experiences because of what i have been studying, but none the less, negativity remained a current theme in my state of mind.
The people i am talking about all come from generally the same place as i do. Or at least, we have all come to the same place. Which is, a private art school where we learn basically anything we are interested in. With this privilege running parallel along side the accessibility of knowledge due to the internet and other developments in technology, it seems that there isnt enough responsibility being taken by the people who spend hours on end absorbing information from their computers. And really, being on the front line of all these things taking place with learning and the internet and not really knowing what the repercussions will be yet, how are we to know what to do?
I'm really not sure. I think as more people and organizations take it upon themselves to organize the mass amount of information on the net we might be able to make the internet a more useful tool. Rather than just something that is supplementing T.V. and other forms of media in a negative fashion. Before this point, i think it was or would have been valid to say that the power to fully teach ourselves remained somewhat out side of the individuals grasp. But as more and more information becomes accessible and more people are able to gain access to that information, i think that pessimism and irony will hopefully fall from their relevance in our day to day lives. Really, there are just way to many interesting things out there.

Monday, March 24, 2008

new blog

new blog

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Contain it show.

Hey guys sorry i have not posted in a while ive been pretty busy with all that fine art jazz. Here are some pictures from a show i just had in Dunedin, it is the first real show i have had. It was all installation based and i couldn't do anything to the walls, i pretty much had to keep the pod in the same condition as i first saw it. It was a good time and a really good experience. woot woot yeeeea shapes.

Conatin it show in Dunedin.