So school work is slowly getting me out of my rut, that and not working retail anymore. Thats a good move forward.
Today I looked up Nick Knight the photographer because I he did the Vanity Fair photo shoot of Lady Gaga a couple month ago, and wow I knew I loved him. :-) I remember seeing his photos in magazines years ago and having my breath taken away. That scene of fantasy dream land that first inspired me to be a photographer before I knew how to verbalize it... So that was inspiring to connect the dots of an old puzzle that I left unfinished years ago. Why do I not have a digital SLR yet??? man I am lagging. oh yeah, money!
Well it was nice to see the bit picture again... If it was brief and among a whirl wind of to-do's and homework. Join AIGA of Oklahoma, attend the Ok Ad club Career day next week... I just want to kiss my lover to the sound of Lady Gaga
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Rediscovering my imagination
Date 7-30-2010
Rediscovering my imagination,
So I have been in a rut that not even school could get me out of. I am either battling idiots at a supposedly stress free job or allergies that try to kill me. Finally Lady Gaga's concert came around and loved it so much my friend and I got tickets to her Dallas show. And even still I want to see her again and again. I have listened to nothing but her albums since. I have been put in a fantastic dream state that I don't want to end. I even tried to get my return flight from Orlando changed to Kansas City and catch her show there. Who cares if I had to walk back to Oklahoma City.
Even though I am so evoked by her dreamy show and story I have to force myself to listen to different music. I miss her! Her? Really? More like the freedom to scream my lungs out and jump till my legs hurt. Even as hard as it was to see over people on the crowded floor I was still mesmerized by the speckle.
Now I need to create! Keep the energy flowing into some creativity. Create high fashion costumes to wear at halloween at least. I have to keep that energy flowing over to my graphic design, stained glass and stop motion animation that I want to learn.
A goal (or dream) is to work for her some day creating an animation video for one of her songs. Just an album cover even... Which ever this little monster has some work to do. After this amazing summer of Gaga, Dallas, Orlando and making some amazing new friends it is achievable.
Rediscovering my imagination,
So I have been in a rut that not even school could get me out of. I am either battling idiots at a supposedly stress free job or allergies that try to kill me. Finally Lady Gaga's concert came around and loved it so much my friend and I got tickets to her Dallas show. And even still I want to see her again and again. I have listened to nothing but her albums since. I have been put in a fantastic dream state that I don't want to end. I even tried to get my return flight from Orlando changed to Kansas City and catch her show there. Who cares if I had to walk back to Oklahoma City.
Even though I am so evoked by her dreamy show and story I have to force myself to listen to different music. I miss her! Her? Really? More like the freedom to scream my lungs out and jump till my legs hurt. Even as hard as it was to see over people on the crowded floor I was still mesmerized by the speckle.
Now I need to create! Keep the energy flowing into some creativity. Create high fashion costumes to wear at halloween at least. I have to keep that energy flowing over to my graphic design, stained glass and stop motion animation that I want to learn.
A goal (or dream) is to work for her some day creating an animation video for one of her songs. Just an album cover even... Which ever this little monster has some work to do. After this amazing summer of Gaga, Dallas, Orlando and making some amazing new friends it is achievable.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
One of many wicked dreams I have
This is an old entry in my journal, among others that I need to post...
dated December 31, 2009 (Dream)
While suffering massive allergy attacks and the headaches that accompany them I got this song stuck in my head. The migraine and medications used to try and relieve it kept this song on a continuous loop while dreaming. "To France"- Mike Oldfield. Was such a vivid dream it took me a couple of days to shake it out of my head actually.
I started out flying over Paris... (my friend Beau was talking about spring break yesterday and Paris was the destination.) Flying above Paris in a helicopter and gazing down on it's black and white beauty amazed I was actually there. Everything was amazingly gorgeous of course. Except the river, I noticed it was full of trash. It ran brown-green with trash piled on the banks and floating through it. I said "Fly in closer, I can't believe this!" I was horrified and had to find out if what I was seeing was true.
So down closer to the river of cars, refrigerators and paper trash the water flowed fast. Then I was in it... bobbing past a car island and watching wood and paper pass me. The current was to strong to get to the shore and hold on. I remember kelp like plants that tried desperately to grasp me. There was also a bees nest floating on a kelp island that I came really close to smashing into and had to go under water to avoid. Somehow the bees survive just fine floating along and keeping house.
I floated swiftly and watched as Paris buildings passed me with the Ifle Tower in the distance. While floating among the trash I was still able to enjoy the architecture. I had to, who knew how long I would live in this.
Up in the distance I noticed one side of the bank was glimmering and shining. The shore was lined with hundreds of square bins that were full of diamond studded broaches and gold rings. Jewels of all kind each separated into a wooden bin. Some famous man lived here and lined the bank of the Seine with millions of dollars worth of jewels. The gardens where meticulously manicured behind his mansion. Must be Lagerfeld or some other designer just as amazing. This was his way of beautifying Paris and making up for all the trash. I'm just glad that bees nest stayed on the other side of the river from me, my allergies are bad enough with out them.
I had to work at Target early the morning of this dream with my head all stuffed up and hurting. My eyes all puffy and bloodshot. I'm sure I was late once again and that made me even more fustrated. So with "You'll never get to France" mocking me over and over in my head and visions of Lagerfeld's diamond lined river I folded cheap shirts. Absurd thoughts kept running in my head like all the jewels and no one stole them. Even worse, was someone employed to go out there and organize them everyday? Did they have planograms like we did at this crappy job showing the placement of each style of jewelry? What a nightmare, like this job...
dated December 31, 2009 (Dream)
While suffering massive allergy attacks and the headaches that accompany them I got this song stuck in my head. The migraine and medications used to try and relieve it kept this song on a continuous loop while dreaming. "To France"- Mike Oldfield. Was such a vivid dream it took me a couple of days to shake it out of my head actually.
I started out flying over Paris... (my friend Beau was talking about spring break yesterday and Paris was the destination.) Flying above Paris in a helicopter and gazing down on it's black and white beauty amazed I was actually there. Everything was amazingly gorgeous of course. Except the river, I noticed it was full of trash. It ran brown-green with trash piled on the banks and floating through it. I said "Fly in closer, I can't believe this!" I was horrified and had to find out if what I was seeing was true.
So down closer to the river of cars, refrigerators and paper trash the water flowed fast. Then I was in it... bobbing past a car island and watching wood and paper pass me. The current was to strong to get to the shore and hold on. I remember kelp like plants that tried desperately to grasp me. There was also a bees nest floating on a kelp island that I came really close to smashing into and had to go under water to avoid. Somehow the bees survive just fine floating along and keeping house.
I floated swiftly and watched as Paris buildings passed me with the Ifle Tower in the distance. While floating among the trash I was still able to enjoy the architecture. I had to, who knew how long I would live in this.
Up in the distance I noticed one side of the bank was glimmering and shining. The shore was lined with hundreds of square bins that were full of diamond studded broaches and gold rings. Jewels of all kind each separated into a wooden bin. Some famous man lived here and lined the bank of the Seine with millions of dollars worth of jewels. The gardens where meticulously manicured behind his mansion. Must be Lagerfeld or some other designer just as amazing. This was his way of beautifying Paris and making up for all the trash. I'm just glad that bees nest stayed on the other side of the river from me, my allergies are bad enough with out them.
I had to work at Target early the morning of this dream with my head all stuffed up and hurting. My eyes all puffy and bloodshot. I'm sure I was late once again and that made me even more fustrated. So with "You'll never get to France" mocking me over and over in my head and visions of Lagerfeld's diamond lined river I folded cheap shirts. Absurd thoughts kept running in my head like all the jewels and no one stole them. Even worse, was someone employed to go out there and organize them everyday? Did they have planograms like we did at this crappy job showing the placement of each style of jewelry? What a nightmare, like this job...
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Chosen without method
I'm super tired all the time. My allergy shots feel like they are killing me instead of making me better. There are many other factors wearing me down but this is the one that hurts the most right now. I think I may need some steroid shots to give me some energy. I have no motivation to create anything at all. I know its summer break but I still need to be creative. I have a garage full of supplies that need to be organized and made into art to sell. It would be nice to quit Target and focus more on graphic design and film. I got a book all about Animation from flip books to flash. I read a little bit of it every night. I am also keeping a journal of my Dreams and other ideas that would be cool short animation ideas.
I know this is major random stuff but I just feel to drained to complete my thoughts.
I know this is major random stuff but I just feel to drained to complete my thoughts.
Monday, May 3, 2010
What name?
Here I am without a name again... My actual name is to common to use in creating my accounts online and the ones I like are usually taken. In the third grade I wanted to change my name to Candy. I had two great logical and thought out reasons ready for mom when I got home to tell her the news. 1. This girl at school was named Candy and she was really nice. She pushed the merry-go-round all recess with me on it. 2. I really liked eating candy. To my brief dismay mom did not go for the pitch. Oh well... I don't think I would have made it out of high school alive with that name anyway. I have a running list of monikers that I will use to create my brand. I hope it's not already taken...
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