Post on 10-Mar-2016
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The “Unreachable” Goal
We watched the rats climb up from the sew-ers
The time for action is now Flushed with pain but mostly blood
These wounds, we are prepared to heal
We grab our old and sick quotesPrepared to lash them out at any defense
Our action are to help allAnd yet others have said no before
The air is thin and coldAs we approach the single goalIn the distance we see it grow
The red cross that we wish to share
But we were blocked by a bitter foeIt was the fat and the elephantsThey knew of the cross’s powerThey wanted it for themselves
We fought and we tried to overcome But we were too weak, and they were too fat
Both groups’ hearts stopped beatingLeaving the cross to rot alone
Click, Click, ClickThe torque is almost unbearableI know it looks fake But it’s better hidden
Click, Click, ClickThe Force is like that of 1000 steedsI am woundI wound if the strain is worth it
Click, Click, Click The bringer delivers yet againAnd yet again what is left hurtsHe leaves me realizing his mark
Clcik, Click, ClickThere is no longer a reason to jam the gearsI try to free them but it’s uselessMe and the man of tin shout in unison
Click...Click...Click...
Trigonometry
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Throughout the whole project when I was given a prompt I would draw blank. I wouldn’t be able to just unzip my brain on to the table. So often I would find that I was the last to get started, because i would spend so much time just thinking about what to do.
I would try to separate my piece from the prompt in my mind. Then I would write whatever was provoked after. But in the end it usually could be related back to the origi-nal prompt. My favorite prompt was probably the one about shedding one’s skin in order to progress, at least that’s what I believe it was. And my favorite material was colored pencil and black paper, because it was very simple but the piece that resulted was my favorite.
During the surreal unit I decided to go with an idea that I thought might be difficult and not work. It was a piece in which my character looked like he had light bulbs screwed into his head. First off I wasn’t even sure if my idea was going to work as a piece. Then I had to trust that I would be able to custom wire two light bulbs in a fixture that would work. Next was the post production challenge that it present-ed. It was a difficult task in all, and a risk, but I am very glad I took it in the end.
I tend to create pieces that aren’t that busy. Maybe a few objects would be in the piece, but nothing really more than that, with the exception for one. And throughout I get a sense of irony in my work. It may be that I know what the work is symbolizing. But the actual meaning of all of them have some ironic twist on them in my head.