Thursday, November 29, 2007

Why do I see things the way that I see them?

This is a good time for self-examination, self-analysis, self-understanding.
Why I look in that certain angle
Or in that certain way
And why I see these things like this
And why I feel like that?
And my beliefs are not beliefs; They are routine!
(I do something, and then say it's what I believe, it's the objective way we live)


I think I find particularity in the general view because I know that the most influential and dominating things are the things nobody notices. I know Secrecy, I know that there can be hidden takes behind the way things run, something that people would not think about. So a chair is a chair-- Bot NO I'm saying. No. A chair is all the shades and angles that correspond with what's behind. It's a still scheme of simple and intricate Beauty
entwined with all of our original knowledge and understanding and point of view. It is the deep emotions we feel when we see those exact colors and angles and shapes and sizes. It is a work of art. It is Beauty in all it's form, and I cannot explain this in a better way. Chairs, polls, leaves, bricks, water, I could stare, take pictures, I'm trying to explain to you all what I see and what I love. This is what I love, it's how the water ripples and the trees sway in this Chaotic world!


Tuesday, November 27, 2007

I am sad
for an unknown reason.
I think I just realized how much I missed out by not saying everything

I mean,
I could talk about everything
but I am subtle because I choose to try and smoothly tie everything up in a ribbon.
I try to make things organized in a stylish way.
With tones of my type,
and shades of mainly aesthetic account.

Monday, November 26, 2007

grumble grumble

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Thursday, November 22, 2007


flowers grow
when people are good

These are the schemes of me and you right now:



Tuesday, November 20, 2007

i luv u so very much

Monday, November 19, 2007

I shall start my own art movement

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Tomorrow is the last last last date to have all my plans down of my avodat gemer in art. And I just remembered that little detail, and it came along with my realization that I don't have an idea!
Well, it's more right to say that I have too many.

I want to do something about beauty, or about inspiration, or what inspires me, or who I am. I want to do about how everything you look at, has in it everything in you. Meaning, every object has every shade of every memory. And I want to do something about nostalgia, memories, and how they inspire me, and how they build who we are. And I want to do something about music, and how it's connected to everything, and connected to memories and how when you hear music everything you see looks different, and every note corresponds with every angle and every color. And I want to do something about Words, because that's what I am. I want to express how words are everything. Words come together with everything, all the beauty and music and inspiration and nostalgia.
And I want to do something about people. And how people are distant, and people are roaming. And Mortality, and how life is like a thin thread that can be cut short at any moment.
I want to incorporate photography, and words, as I've said already, because I love photography and poetry.
And something about reflections, and reflecting myself.
And something with angles.
And I want to show how everything is connected to everything else. Like a layer of things and layer of things on top but they aren't placed directly on top, but on an angle so that everything is touching all the different things on top to create different varieties and schemes, because that's what everything is.
And, of course, I want to express the heating volcano I am, and how it's dying to explode.
But then I realize- that is what this art project is, it's my opportunity to explode, so how can I talk about my difficulty of expression in this artistic chance of expression?
This IS supposed to be the expression.
This is time to take the lid off the volcano and let the fire out,
Not talk about the fire that's inside.
But then I realize
I don't even know what's inside
Because there's been so much for so long, that it's all jumbled up by now.
I don't know what's inside.


Friday, November 16, 2007

כל ישראל אחים זה לזה

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Wednesday, November 14, 2007



Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Monday, November 12, 2007

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Monday, November 05, 2007

The middle square is the point I'm trying to show: The line starts at point A, goes up to point B, but we don't see the process. Only the result. The process here is covered up with a blue square.
What I'm trying to show, is that in order for two people to get to the same goal, they go through a different process, so in a way when you expect two people to get to the same point, it takes them different amounts of effort.
As an example, I'll say two students who start school. At the end of the year, they both get 100. One was smart- never worked, one was dumb- worked her ass off. It isn't fair. But all we see is the result, and we don't give the proper credit.
And we're all trying to get to point B, and for some it's harder which makes it unfair, because society judges us by the result, not the process.
So the different squares are all different possibilities of processes to get to point B
long 2
intr.v. longed, long·ing, longs
To have an earnest, heartfelt desire, especially for something beyond reach.


n. pl. syn·er·gies

  1. The interaction of two or more agents or forces so that their combined effect is greater than the sum of their individual effects.
  2. Cooperative interaction among groups, especially among the acquired subsidiaries or merged parts of a corporation, that creates an enhanced combined effect.]
Our power is synergy. If alone we have a strength level of FOUR, then together we don't have eight, but SIXTEEN.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

I want to pick you up tomorrow in a universe of promises
With clouds
And stars
And smiles
And the gift of Freedom and the freedom to Be.
I passed my driving test!!!!!!!!

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Second sketch of my mind

The middle is my mind. It's a combination of everything around the circle. The combined colors in between the main ones are just an expression of how they are all connected to each other to create more things.

This is me.
All inside of me, and it's trying to shoot out through the tiny holes through my skin.
It's stuck in me like a cannon trying to shoot out. But I don't know how to let it out.
Drawing these schemes is actually helping me.

I'm a volcano that's locked on the top
This is a roughly-accurate scheme of my mind and the two emotions that the undefinedness of my mind leads to (below).
The teacher laid out about 25 papers with either words or shapes. She said we should take the word/drawing that represents how we feel and explain why. No, this is not a support group, this is class. This was after half the girls went to Poland, she wanted to know our reactions to Poland. So I took a sketch that looked similar to the one below just more organized (I changed it a bit here to capture my mind a bit more accurately) and I chose the two words below and told her this is how I feel, not having to do with Poland. And she asked me to explain. If she believed that this is truly how I feel, she wouldn't have asked me that- because obviously if I picked up the word SILENCE it means that's how I feel so I'm silent so I can't explain. But obviously she thought I'm not serious, like how most people pick up emotions along the way just to define themselves but it's not true. Well, this is true.
And I was silent for the rest of the day.

I am a Tornado. But a silent tornado. That's why everyone thinks I'm mediocre.