Lithography

I am studying to be a graphic designer and for some reason I had to take a lithography class. Oh? You don't know what lithography is?

I don't either.

Neither does my professor.

He started out the semester by saying: "Lithography is hard to explain; it's like alchemy. It's like magic."

Basically the general idea is to grab a big-ass Bavarian limestone and doodle all over it with a greasy crayon. You get to use all sorts of goopey liquids and scary acids that can burn your hand off on in the process and it's pretty exciting and scientific.

We are working on a technique called "tusching", which means I get to mix more potion-y stuff to make my picture look neat-o.


This is what tusching looks like. It's got a watercolor-y effect. Very pretty.


I wanted all my projects in the class to follow a theme and I've chosen to illustrate the short stories from The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury.

This time I'm illustrating the story No Particular Night or Morning. It's about this rocket man who looses his mind while traveling through space and stops believing anything is real. In the end he jumps out of his rocket and floats through space forever! Que divertido! Just kidding.


Here's my little rocket man floating in nothing. The tusching will make up the space around him. I'll post the finished project later.

Ooooh! It feels good to come out of the art student closet.

Hello

I will post more on this blog soon I think.

I think I will come out of the art student closet and show some things I have been working on.

Please stand by.

I just had to walk home in the rain,

and I am a very sad little girl.

Sad Dragon

B: You were drawing!

S: Yeah. It's a three-headed dragon and two of its heads got tangled and it's sad.

B: Are you the dragon?

S: No.

B: Am I the dragon?

S: No.

B: Who is the dragon?

S: No one. It's just a three headed dragon.

B: Ugh. (somewhat disgusted, but in a joking way)



To me this conversation was very thought provoking and I'd like to remember it.

I'd only waste it again.

So there I am, minding my own business, feverishly typing up a paper due that was due in six hours. I had spent the day in St. George washing windows, playing Mario Kart, and eating homemade cupcakes at my brother's birthday party, trying to forget about my collegiate alter ego's scholastic responsibilities. I arrived back in Cedar at around 11:30 and immediately felt the colossal tidal wave of impending deadlines crash down on my weary body. I somehow found the strength to crawl to the nearest refuge, the 24 hour computer lab full of my fellow peers, their desperation apparent in the frenzied clacking from typing on the keyboards. It lifted my spirits to know I wasn't alone.

It was around 1:30 when I heard the scream. Not the scream of a frustrated student who had forgotten to push save before closing their word document- no. It came from directly outside the building. It was the sound of a man whose life had come to an abrupt and violent end. The scream was initially acknowledged only by a few swift glances to the door by a couple of distracted students, but the second time it was not so easily ignored. The gaggle of abercrombie-clad girls sitting nearby giggled stupidly and I made eye contact with the boy sitting five chairs away from me. We exchanged looks of horror, but he quickly returned to the safety of his computer screen. I, however, warily surveyed the room, carefully calculating my chances for survival for I alone recognized that god-forsaken scream. That terrible sound had been the last utterance from a man who had clearly just been devoured alive by a SWARM OF FLESH-EATING ZOMBIES!!!!!!

After desperately searching for an escape route I came to the dismal conclusion that there was no escape. I was damned to become a savory entree in an all-you-can-eat human buffet for the living dead...

I thought back to the events that had occurred earlier that day; how I had danced barefoot in the grass... how my little baby kitty cat had crawled sleepily into my lap... how my sister had worn a safari themed outfit and felt a little insecure about it, but still looked so beautiful... and I realized it was in these seemingly wasted hours that my time on this earth had been best put to use. I was grateful and at peace. Then I finished my paper and walked home alone in the dark.

I've got the whole world in my hands

Spaceball

I'm starting up a league. Meet every Wednesday on the moon for practice. Our first game will be when the Martians attack.

Working Girl

First I finished knitting my fingerless gloves.

Then I watched a million episodes of Teen Mom on MTV.com.

Then I spun around in my chair for a while and then I looked at some pretty scarves:

made by Vera Neumann.

I hope I'm this cute when I grow up.

Also as a side note, I somehow always get these totally awesome minimum wage jobs that allow me to sit around in front of a computer for hours and hours and do whatever I want. Now if you'll exuse me I have some a couple of Teen Moms that need attending.

Riley you shouldn't have deleted your facebook account

cause I haz something to show you.

Prada Spring/Summer 2011

Do you even get on this? I guess it's posted so eventually you will... I hope.

War of the Worlds

And this thing I saw! How can I describe it? A monstrous tripod, higher than many houses, striding over the young pine-trees, and smashing them aside in its career; a walking engine of glittering metal, striding now across the heather; articulate ropes of steel dangling from it, and the clattering tumult of its passage mingling with the riot of thunder.

Blog Time

Mom: watching Real Housewives of Orange County.

Riley: trying to figure out Blogger.

Brad: being a zombie.

Me: trying to get a good picture. I hate pictures.

Happy Sunday.

I just drooled all over the keyboard.

Ah man. I love me a good pair of sneakers.

Early Bird

I was so sad because I had to wake up early today after doing homework until really late.
My alarm went off and I was so confused until I remembered that I was a human being with an agenda and it was time to get moving. I slowly trudged across the muddy field that sits between my house and school, toting along with me the two stupid class projects that had insisted on denying me sleep. My hands were frozen from carrying the stupid things and when I got inside people started giving me funny looks because of the cargo I carried. This annoyed me greatly as it is never polite to stare. So I lumbered on and because my hands were too frozen and too full of stupid school projects I was unable to flip the rude onlookers the bird, but managed to look extra morose as to avoid anymore unwanted attention.

I finally stumbled to the studio only to find the door closed. And here I must digress and explain to you my unwarranted fear of closed doors. It is unclear when or how this fear came about, but it has often times prevented me from going to class if I have arrived late and find the entrance to the room closed. "It's just a door! What you need is just beyond this three inch barrier. Turn the handle and go in. Even the raptors on Jurassic Park could open doors!" the logical side of me will say. But the morose side that likes to flip people the bird will grumble in my ear: "Everyone's gonna see the door open and stare at you as you walk in."

So this morning with a tremendous amount of effort and an immense surge of courage, I thrust my hand towards the door nob and wrenched the door open. It was just as I feared... I heard voices. I exhaled slowly and braced myself for the large crowd of people that were sure to be turned around in their chairs to gawk at me as I walked into the room.

But lo! There was no gawking to be had this morning! There was only one boy in the room with his headphones in his ears blissfully and unabashedly singing out loud to an empty room. When he saw me moving from the corner of is eye he stopped abruptly, but the damage was done. All my sullenness had been chased away and a half smile slowly crept onto my face.

I quietly placed my projects in a corner of the room and left the boy to resume his song. I smiled when someone made eye contact with me and as I skipped across the green lawn I found a dollar winking up at me.

I think today is going to be a good day.

I may have spent more time googling these though:

Again, so cool. That's the only phrase I can think of to describe these. If I didn't spend all my time googling images I'd work on developing a better vocabulary.


All done by this little cutie, Kenojuak Ashevak. SO COOL.

I just spent an hour googling these:

I really want to get a Navajo Chief blanket. They're so cool!

Belated Balentine's Day

I'm making Sir Thomas Valadez take me to the Romeo and Juliet ballet tonight. I'm so excited. We're gonna get dressed up and I bought him this huge ruffly heart shaped box of chocolates and I'm gonna try to hold his hand. Just kidding. I already tried to joke with him about that and he wasn't into it.

Me: Should I wear my hair up or down?

Thom: Wear it down.

Me: Ok, but only for you. Should we go somewhere before? Like for ice cream or something?

Thom: Ok. Sounds good.

Me: Ok, are we gonna hold hands?

Thom: I'll pick you up round sixish.

Me: Ok..


I can't wait.

I couldn't find my way out.

It's been a revealing 10 seconds.

I was just thinking about how much I have changed over the years. Then I started thinking about how much more I'm going to change. Then I realized I haven't really changed that much at all so this is kind of a pointless post.

Worst Roommate of the Year Award

Goes to...
WHICH EVER ONE OF YOU BROKE MY WINDOW

Did you know it currently 19 degrees outside? I did, because it's also 19 degrees in my bedroom.
Thanks a lot you guys. Way to start the new year off right.

New Years Resolution

To be as cool as Riley.

"Everyone in this town is bitches, apparently."