In Retrospect

Way back in the begining of the semester we had view a dove commercial. This clip shown us how the models actually look, not this photo shopped zombie. As we (females mostly) view these commercials with the "perfect Image" lady in them, some may get the feeling of wanting to look that "perfect" while others think down on themselves. It's nice to know that there is a commercial out there that shows that there real perfect image models are just like us. Imperfect. Too bad i never seen it on TV. Just think of those models and how they feel when thier pictures are being played around with. They are clay in the hands of the photo shopper. I would never man handle any of my picture.... expecially after that commercial. It should be what you see is what you get not what you see is what your canvas is. What moron would want to have someone play aroud with THIER pictures?????????


I thought of this while looking through a classmates blog. :)

Morning

Out where the air is cold, clean, and crisp
You hear the train in the distance
making a mid-morning run
The sky is blue
with a few swirls of cotton candy like clouds
and the trees are still
Once in a while their arms move,
making the autumn touched leaves
Fall gently to the ground
seeing waves of orange, yellow, green, and red
all the way to the horizon,
with houses peeking out
making the scene more amazing
You'll see the river
broken up like a puzzle among the trees
flowing along the edge of SUNY Canton
Above everything you see a cross
Proclaiming Christ;
the creator of this beautiful place

Are you kidding me?!?!?!

Last night as i was bored out of my mind at work, the new cop car's (why does Gouverneur need a charger?????) lights were drawing traffics attention, as the lights screamed "out of the way. Instantally I knew something had gone wrong just not for sure what. Then The Firetruck whailed by giving the same notice. " I know its a car accident!, It sounds pretty bad!" As the firetruck, cop, and ambulance population rose in front of the bowling alley, I am pacing the floor like... What should I do? I am inactive right now... but I can still go and help until there is enough people there to help. I can't. I cant afford to get fired from my job. As I heard more information from our nosey customers the more worried I became. I need to see how bad. I went out side and walked to the end of the parking lot and didn't see much, they are detouring traffic. Little bits of information kept being babbled between our customers.

"A LITTLE BOY DIED!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME??" My coworker called her mother in law and it was confirmed, and little boy died.

"Do you know who caused the accident?" she asked her mother.

"Yes...." They gave us the name.

"Is he dead too?"

"No"

Then the babbles got worst. Hearing all kinds of senarios. Taking my only cigarette breaks to escape the rumors. The boy burned to death.... no he didnt he died on impact. The boy's father died too. Did he really? Is this fact or not? Fact. Two fatalities.

After the camotion died down to just the sounds of mad vehicles coming up the detour. Someone that responded to the M.V.I. came into the store and straightened out the story for us.

It was a two car motor vehicle insident, two fatalities, one critical, and one fine. Then there was the other driver. He was text messaging when he hit the other car head on. This boy just got out of alot of trouble with the law not long ago. He was taken to watertown hospital for drug testing. He walked away physically fine, but with the guilt of causeing the death of a father and a son. The mother of the boy is cut up pretty bad and last I knew wasn't stable. She doesn't even know her husband and her 4 year old baby didn't make it out alive. The doctors didnt know for sure if she would make it.

This passed friday...

- Never got picked up for school
- Almost suspended from school
- I was almost arrested
- Found out a friends stepmom doesnt like me
- Someone broke into my house, but didn't take anything.. thank God
- Was two Hours late for work and had left an hour and a half early to talk to the cops
- The cop I hate the most came to my house
- Fought with my mother
- Fought with Andrew

Wow... I really hate fridays.....

Things I've Stumbled Upon....

These are a few of my first poems I've wrote back in my 9th grade year of high school.

Once upon a dream
I met you, and asked
"are you the one?"
You said "just a friend."
Years gone by one by one.
We were the best of friends,
never thought it could be more.
then one day it happened,
you loved me back.
I never made the move.
Now I sit here all alone,
Longing to be with you.
One simple question,
could have changed it all.
We could have been together,
Just me and you.


Thinking of you makes me smile,
But is that enough for you and me?
We don't talk much about anything,
even when we haven't seen each other.
Sometimes it seems I annoy you,
or make you ashamed to be with me.
I think I may be jealous,
seems you rather be with her than me.
Even though she's just a friend,
Your conversations never end.
I feel mixed feeling about us now.
How does it feel to you?
My mind says 'I love you',
My heart says 'be freinds'.
Someday can this ever change?
Maybe someday but not today.

Leaves vs. tiolet.... What's more Beautiful?

In class on friday, Mr. Strong had shown us some pictures of various arts. One of the photos shown caught my eye because of the many colors in the work. As I looked at the art, many things came to my mind. The way the colors when can represent numerous things, to me my first thought was: it reminds me of our life span, dark to light back to dark in relation to our dependance to independance back to dependance. As a child you are very dependant on your parents, you need them to do everything for you. As you get into your toddler and child years you gradually get more independant. As you get old the more independant you get, but yet eventually you start having to become more dependant on your family or different agencies to care for you as you age.
As for the urinal, that work at first site, I thought Who would take a picture like that, but once I got past the obvious there was a hidden beauty. This beauty, to me, waas not the object in the work, but the color variations from black to white. Even though I wouldn't have thought of a picture of a tiolet would be beautiful before, When the audience looks past the subject, they can find many beauties of the work.
If there was anything I have learned in my drawing class, it was how to distort an image. When you turn a picture upside down or turn it side ways what the work is and what it looks like is changed, your not used to seeing the object in that way. I have found that not only does this help an artist draw thier picture of an obvious shape, it also can help the audience to not see the subject of the work as what in real life it is. You can get past the subject and and make it into something more "artsy" and not look so much like for example, a tiolet.