Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Painting with Light

I was pretty proud of myself when I finished this.
Not when I got to class though and found how ornate people had gotten with the project. Bugger. Oh well, enjoy what my disco lighted spheres!

Hey, I have to be proud of something between the emotional emo rot, back spasms, and lack of proper meals. I can only last so long on mac and cheese dinners. And I'm lactose intolerant. The fake cheese is eventually going to get to me.

Maple Tree

In front my house back in Chelsea, Michigan, there once was a giant old maple tree. We figured it was probably actually two maple trees that grew too close together and fused into one eventually, it seemed so abnormally huge for a maple. It towered over the house and the neighborhood, and from my elementary school playground that was a block from my house, I could see the top of the maple tree above the rest.

Then several years ago an ice storm hit. Trees were felled under the weight of sparkling ice that winter, but the maple only lost branches. It stood tall and proud still... or so we thought. Come the spring thaw we noticed that there was a small split where the trunk branches off in two. The maple's days were numbered, seeing as now if another bad ice storm like the one that hit came again, the maple could fall apart and possibly on our house.

The summer of '06 we finally did the sympathetic thing to the king maple tree - brought it down in peaceful pieces with a chainsaw. We were curious to find out how old it was, but we'd never know.

As the maple stood tall and proud, it had begun to slowly rot from the inside out. The core of the maple was pure mush. We figured this was probably happening, but it was still surprising to see it. You would never guess by looking at the tree that it was really only supported by what you were looking at.

Tall and proud but no internal support.

Occasionally I feel like that - Trying to keep the appearances of being tall and strong, but on the inside I'm emotional mush and I'll crash and fall if the right storm rolls by.

Oh, and you should've seen the grubs that feasted on the maple's rot. They were HUGE! It was disgusting!

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Every once in awhile there comes a time for some sort of new addiction. Once it was Lord of the Rings, for awhile it was Harry Potter. Superheroes are up there in the addiction, along with pirates and random Japanese animations. As you can see there's a pattern, being that all my addictions are of the visual moving picture sort.

And now I have a new addiction.

Sex and the City.
A bit late, seeing as the series has been off the air for a few years now, but better late than never!

And now is not the time for artistic updates because I have none.
It's 2:30 am and I'm staying online with the help of cashews.
Why not.

And hey, check out my new digs over here. I decided to go for a different look over here, use good ol' Star Hawk rather than Tiffany the Sorostitute Villainess. Good times, good times.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

I'm making the move from my other blog, an-animated-life.tumblr.com, to over here. I've noticed more people seem to use this site, especially for artistic postings, and I can see why. Any way, on with the move.