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I love that they look like wings. Bruising doesn't show up well under most things that aren't studio lighting or natural daylight. Neither of which I have access to.

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Smoking is bad, kids.

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Installation/ Critique day! Hooray!

I like my crown.

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A teensy bit late, but I was in the sculpture building until late late late.

Tomorrow or Friday, I should have pictures up from my installation! Hooray! Sleeping- I get to do it again.

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I stole Tyler's mat because he stole my sunglasses. Nyeh!

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This isn't technically late, because it's on Olivia's camera. Today's picture is of me in front of an amazing painting by John Portman. At least I believe that is his name.

I saw a Rothko painting! Two of them actually. They were both small, but I stood in front of one of them and truly felt something one might suggest was approaching the sublime. Maybe I was just really excited. I think I had an artgasm.

Also, I played Magic today. I didn't do too well in the main tournament, but I took 2nd in my draft. Got a bunch of awesome cards, which would be great if I ever planned on having time to play again in the near future.

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One at lunch. One at home. I don't want to get over it.

Aaaarrgggggggh. Nom.

"I would say six days out of seven I wear black. Obviously on Sunday I wear a hair shirt."- Robert Smith

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Shut up.

Still can't sleep.

OH GOD. And there's music videos too.

I might never sleep.

Oh, Allison.

I have somehow managed to become completely besotted with a man I will likely never meet. It's strange. Even with Billy Corgan, who I obsessed over in my teenage years, I don't think I was ever quite this strange about it. I just spent over an hour looking for pictures of Robert Smith, saving them, trying to figure out ways I could mimic the outfits. I'm not just "in love" with him, I want to be him. It doesn't really make any sense. Herein ties my complete weakness for voices. If someone has a fantastic voice, I'm much more likely to find them attractive than someone who doesn't. It's an obsession for me, and so I say this with great gravity:

Robert Smith has the best voice I've ever heard.

And because of this, I love him. I'll probably never meet him, and even if I did, it wouldn't matter, in a way. Because it's not Robert Smith the person I love, it's his voice, as it was, as it is, as it will remain in recordings. In interviews, in dialog in South Park Episodes. I don't know anything about him as a person. But the way he presents himself, even now is also fantastically appealing to me. The complete irreverence and peculiarity of it all is almost magical.

Goodness, this is silly. But oh, Robert Smith, I do love you, I think.

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So, I was building my wonky little shelf. I put the screw into position, put the tip of the screwgun into the back of the screw, leaned my body into the screw... and slipped. The bit got rammed into the nail on my thumb with quite a bit of force. I tried to take a picture of the wound, but I don't have a macro lens, so this is the best I can do. The impact cracked the nail just under the cuticle, leaving a hole. It actually spurted when it happened, and I freaked out because I couldn't get it to stop bleeding for a minute or two. Duct tape, a bandaid and some Neosporin make it all better.

Not really. Still hurts like a bitch.

Unrelated.

Staggering depression at the moment. Struck me across the face. Don't really have anyone to confide in.

I'm everyone's second place.

Art Rag

This past weekend, I was discussing the progress on my 80 project project with some classmates, and a teacher, and due to the comments and suggestions that they made, I decided to switch gears completely. It's hard to cohesively describe what it is that I'm doing. In my head, all of it works out.

These are just pictures of a few of the individual pieces I have done. Not pictured is a wonky metal looking thing. 3 x 4 1/2 floor piece made of spot-welded sheet metal. The ball of wire with the red tin triangle in it is exactly what it sounds and looks like. About 5 inches high. The two red floral-esque shapes are more of the same red tin half assedly brazed onto scrap pieces of rod. The dark wooden triangle is about a foot high, and will have a piece of steel on it.

Got a lot more done this afternoon, didn't take any pictures of it. Will see what I can do about that later.

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Because of the 80 project project, I'm schlepping my camera around, taking lots of pictures, as I will be using them as part of the installation I'm going to be doing.

This means: Hooray! Allison will be taking more pictures of herself in places other than in her room. This is on the balcony on the second floor of the main art school. I smoked many, many cigarettes here last semester. Now they have big angry black signs announcing that there is to be no smoking there any longer. Bah!

It doesn't matter any more, I suppose.

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Spent all day in the studio.

All. Day.

I am sooty. Smelly. Ugh.

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Allison did not have a measurable amount of sleep. She went to bed at 4:30, and "woke up" at 9:30. She remembers being restless and unable to sleep for a good most of that four hour period. So, Allison had hard time with functioning today.

This is a steel rod. One of a pair I bought at Lowes today. I also bought a shitton of pvc tubing, 9 gauge wire and some welding gloves.

I am so tired.

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Late post, but from last night, before I left for Ritual. This was me as Robert Smith. I feel like I look a good bit like him. However, turtlenecks are nobody's friend. By the time we got there, after a visit from the drama llama, it was raining, and my hair had fallen. Oh woe is me.

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The sculpture graduate students that share my classes are fabulous. I got some very solid advice/ help/ secret place to use as a pseudo studio from one of them today.

I now have an idea of how to build the space I'm looking for. I'll need 2x4s, 3 panels of 4x8 sheetrock, some spackle (which he said he'd loan me), some paint, some carpet, and then all of the other things that go into this project.

Tomorrow, I'm going over to a friends to see if the desk she had floating around her house will work for what I'm going for. This weekend at some point, I need to make a Lowes run. First I need someone with a truck. This might be tricky. Uuugh. I'll get it done- I have to!

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This photo once had my head in it, but the combination of the way my head was turned, the scarf, and my derisive gaze resulted in a multiple-chin situation that I didn't see need to show.

One of the only pictures that has ever been made of me at work. Reasons why should be evident. Smocks are not foxy. Even in the small size, they make you look like you're wearing a garbage bag. This was after a long, long night working in smoothies. We have a full-timer who is supposed to run the station, but naturally she ducks out for about 30-45 minutes every hour and comes back to admonish us if there is any work for her to do. Add to this that the blenders all took turns being broken, and then were all broken at once, and then took turns again, and you have a bloody wonderful night at smoothies. The damage to the pants isn't full visible. But it's there.

Glad to be home. Tired, have reading to do, and really want to play lego Batman.

Art Rag

For my installation class, we were giving the assignment to do 80 pieces in 2 weeks without any classtime to work on them. At all. I'm mildly freaking out about it, but I think I have a pretty solid idea.

I want to create a space, whether I have to put up two false walls, or use a small room downstairs. The piece will be made up like someone's room, but only one part of it. There'll be a desk and a chair, and the rest of the space will be empty. The walls will be covered in posters and notes, and the desk will be filled and covered with my pieces. The theme I'm working with it the story of a man who wants to become a superhero, and is taking steps to do so. Things like drawing a symbol, pros and cons of having a cape, cans of protein shakes, sweat rags from workouts, poster of batman and superman and the flash and the green lantern will cover the walls. There will be various bits of attempted costume all over the place. Evidence of a neglect of schoolwork will also be found. I might make some doll-figures to put on the desk.

And then I realized that I was making a self-portrait.

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Woke up, took picture. No makeup, no clothes. Lots of mousse in my hair last night makes it go WHOO!

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So I've been given my first project in two of my classes. I don't have as much of an idea on the casting project that I do the metal fabrication project, but I'm working on it. These are some sketches for the "steel box" project. The requirements for this project are that we weld a steel box that is 7 3/4 by 7 3/4 by 7 3/4. After we successfully do that, we are free to do whatever we want to it to create an art object.

I have decided that I will cut one of the sides off of the box, and weld it to a 6 ft tall metal pole/ wave type of construct. This construct will have a circular circumference, and will have 3 or 4 1/4 inch rod supporters. The rest of it will be in 9 or 12 gauge wire that I'll stretch and twist along the supports. Then I want to seal the inside of the box and paint it a bright lime green. Then I will fill it just beyond the point of spilling with water.

This is what I have so far. Still brainstorming. Not even sure if it'll be structurally stable with the added weight of the water.

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Got a bloody nose today in class. No clue why. Prolly because I pick it.

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I bought this flannel shirt. On the surface, I bought it so it could be a work shirt for my metal and foundry classes, but for the really real, I bought it because it looks like Kurt Cobain's flannel shirt that he wore on the cover of Rolling Stone.

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This is Anne. She is my sexbox treesiddy. We are BURST FRONDS.

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FUCK YES.

Batman briefs.

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New hair! Hooray! Was about time. Was getting a little mullet-y for my tastes. Now off to Tae Kwon Do to kick some ass.