"Pink: Deconstructed"

This is the project i most recently completed for my digital darkroom class. The assignment was to create three composites based on a word of our choice. The prints are 2' x 2'.

"Fiat ars - pereat mundus."
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I'm tiptoeing into another epoch where the distinction between endings and beginnings have adopted the blur of the vision of a thin twenty-something after rapidly gulping a fifth of Everclear. i'm finding beauty in the anti-aesthetic and ugliness in the decadent. I'm finally beginning to be developed into the positive of the negative of myself that's been exposing for the past twenty-two years.
what will emerge in the developing bath?

A grainy, over-enlarged image from 800 Lomographic color negative film.

"the rainbow still looks pretty when it bleeds."

i love the feeling of relief that comes with leaving class on thursday and embracing the weekend. Even though i have a lot of work to do this weekend with my type book being due on monday, shooting that needs to be done for my digital darkroom class, and working on my independent study video, it still feels wonderful to know that i get to sleep in a little bit for a few days and work according to my own schedule.
the later it gets in the semester, the more my amount of sleep each night decreases. I've been going on 4-6 hours each night. Coffee is my saviour and my rapidly approaching graduation is my motivation. Just six months left to go.
the highlight of my week has been going to see Brent perform in a drag show at the Warehouse on Sunday night. He was absolutely Fantastic. Goddamn him and those long legs - he makes a prettier woman than i am.
The rest of the week has been the typical routine of waking up too early, going to class, coming home to get some [but never enough] work done, going to hang out at the S Elm St. domicile for bad reality television, random conversations, giggle fits, and tea time, then coming home too late and crashing just to wake up and do it all again the next day.

i Love Kate Nash.

Skeleton you are my friend
But you are made of bone
And you have got no flesh and blood
Running through you to help protect the bone
Skeleton we have been friends for years
And you have seen me through some trials
And tribulations and some tears
But everybody thinks I'm weird
And I should have known
That it wouldn't be long
Until you, you've got me standing in an awkward position
With unwanted attention and a need for explanation
And it's not that I'm letting go of you
But I don't know what to do
Skeleton we are so close
But you have got no body
So why do you insist on wearing clothes
Skeleton when we were young
It was easy
Even though the other kids
They would tease me
But I was only seven I had you
But now I'm twenty-two
And now it's different, when I take you out
And you, you've got me standing in an awkward position
With unwanted attention and a need for explanation
And it's not that I'm letting go of you
But I don't know what to do
'Cause sometimes at night,
I dream of the most terrible things
I take a hammer and I creep out of bed
And I raise it high
And I smash your head
Fibular and tubular
And ribs and cages, too
In fact, while I'm here
I'll smash the whole of you
Smaaaaaaaaaaash !
But Skeleton, you are my friend
And I could never bring your life to an end
Yes Skeleton you are, you are my friend
And I will be there for you until the end
And even though, when I take you out
You've got me, you've got me standing in an awkward position
With unwanted attention and a need for explanation
I could, I could never let you go
And that is all I know
And that is all I know
And that is all I, that is all I know
And that is all I know, know

got home about an hour ago. spent the night hanging out with faith & friends drinking a cheap bottle of white wine, gossiping, and gazing at the boob tube occasionally. I felt exhausted and didn't even want to bother with driving home and carrying my laundry across the street and up three flights of stairs . . but of course the second i end up inside the apartment, i feel wired. i got on my computer to try to get a little more of my video edited, popped my headphones in, and turned shuffle on. of course the first three songs in succession were all tracks that remind me of different exes. and while they didn't leave me disheartened for the reasons most people would suspect, they just left me nostalgic not so much for the specific people they bring to mind, but for everything else that was going on in my life at the time i was with them. living in the attic and painting gold poetry on the walls, living in the Tondee, driving to the beach, flying to different time zones, car rides, hours spent on the roof, day trips to record stores, indie shows, 40s, noise rock, personal pan pizzas, bad horror flicks and worse foreign films, laying in bed wishing you would stop working or worrying, submarines, blurry vision, cigarettes on the curb . . .