Where The Road Runs Out: les portes des enfants controversiale

Friday, January 15, 2010

les portes des enfants controversiale

So, even thought every step of the way my art teacher practically held a sign saying "the end is nigh" (to say the least) i actually got a tonnnnn done this break/december/early too oh won oh
anyway heres most of it! the first few are paintings for les classes d'arte controversiale

mr d especially hates these two

this is one of those art peices that is an installation..and lasts for 5 seconds (becaue it was about to be washed away)

: gandhi, union square
: the pentagon

: forsythia flowers--bring morel mushrooms

academia: machine for crushing ideas
: made up of potato masher, standing mixer, and something anonymous
zoom in to see annotations (screw of tradition, government handle, etc)

a collage on my wall i finished!

earth/womb

3 comments:

Kat A.January 17, 2010 at 12:25 PM
looovveee these
leaves a good taste.

You have conquered the odds.
Climb that non-human orange hairless precipice metaphorically, climb!
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gwen k-dJanuary 18, 2010 at 9:39 AM
hairless, orange, and southern are always a bad combination!
thank you!&i will rock climb that precipice, i will rock climb it!
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Sammie JoFebruary 9, 2010 at 2:44 PM
i am in love with the last one.
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I keep hearing talk of the doom and they're sending the meek home
And that ain't half as bad as the shadow that's caught in the hollow of a cheekbone
And all day long I hear talk of the doom and they're sending the meek home
And that ain't half as bad as the shadow that's caught in the hollow of a cheekbone

One day me and my cousin
We crossed town on the city buses laughin and cussin
All the live long day

there was a hollow in the woods where we studied other zones
a circle round the fort made of animal bones
and i know i'll never ever ever feel alone
with my cousin mr. george jerome

i keep hearing talk of the doom and they're sending the meek home
and that ain't half as bad as the shadow that's caught in the hollow of your cheekbone

the next day we was walkin downtown
i looked up and saw my old dancing shoes
hanging from a telephone wire

i saw two rows of cushions on the morning bus
and the exchange of secret handshakes without a modern touch
and i thought about my cousin and the codes that meant so much
we speak a dead language now our world has turned to dust

i bought a white chocolate tea in the park on my lunch break
i bought a painting off the street of a haunted lake

and i tried hard
to make the world an exciting place

i keep hearing talk of the doom and they're sending the meek home
and that's ot half as bad as the shadow that's caught in the hollow of your cheekbone
and all day long i hear talk of the doom and they're sending the meek home
and that ain't half as bad as the shadow that's caught in the hollow of your cheekbone

all day long

when your heart goes boom, my heart goes boom too
when we walk into the room all the wallpaper comes in bloom

sit up and move the garden into the bedroom and have tea and crumpets like a bride and groom (we had breakfast in beeedddd)

i said goodbye
on a hazy day
i had a head full of thoughts
and they were children
of the faces

oh get on a school bus and go