Parting Words (by jacobdwyer)
I felt like drawing Katniss after I saw the movie —- here is what I based it off of. I KNOW HER MOUTH IS OFF. I aint no artist and I didn’t spent long on it. I just felt it, so I drew it.
so, I haven’t posted anything ~~real~~ in awhile. since The Shins’ new album is releasing, I was thinking about how I consider The Shins one of my top 5 favorite bands even though I never heard them on the radio, they haven’t released a new album in 5 years, I honestly don’t even know what most of them look like and they just aren’t considered “celebrities” to me. They’re artists through and through. I enjoy music without even knowing the people who make it most of the time—and it’s the same way with art for me. If I feel something when listening to the string of sounds and words, I like it. I hold onto it. Because feeling something—actually being moved by someone else’s words or actions or thoughts or emotions is so rare in this electronic age. I’ve come to realize that. It’s the same way with Oasis—I get a chill when I listen to their words. They split up 3 years ago…but that means nothing. When an artist dies (like most famous artists ARE dead), people don’t forget their work. It’s not like that with celebrities though—-they fall through the cracks, forgotten. Their beauty fades from memories. Those whose art lasts are so rare and special and I can’t help but feel so full thinking about how I will never forget these artists. They will live on in my mind.
What was the point of all this? There really was none. It’s just something I realized when “Stop Crying Your Heart Out” came up on my shuffle and I stopped surfing blogs or whatever it is I do on the internet to listen to the words. That’s the reason I love music. It’s an art-form like no other.
i just made a shitton of watercolor art—-officially obsessed. this is one. i had NO ideas in mind….i was just experimenting with mixing colors. this isn’t well done and i don’t care—-im not a pro and i don’t pretend to be. i just like paint
could i love every member of the Coppola family any more?
look at her room
look at the lead singer of Rooney
look at the guy from Rushmore
look at SOFIA and The Virgin Suicides
look at the Godfather
why did i “aww” so much at this…i just like it
Home-made book cover.
Should I add more filigree?
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off by Jay Ryan
so my mother and I decided to take a little tour of the museums next to St. Thomas U . the Menil collection museums
(we actually didn’t go into the Menil itself because it was getting dark and I’ve been there before)
so we went to Rothko Chapel, Cy Twombly Collection (THE BEST) and the Byzantine Fresco Chapel
and there was a park in the middle of all these museums where a bunch of hipsters were hanging out (i actually saw some people I knew walking into the Menil, but I didn’t feel like running over to them and saying hi so i texted them instead)
the Rothko was pretty good—very solemn and deep, as Rothko is. there was a Broken Obelisk artpiece outside of the chapel that I liked better. pictures soon.
the Byzantine one was my mum’s fave—-it was like a modern version of a chapel. it had the arches and stuff but made of plexiglass and the building itself was made of some gray stone thing. idk but all these museums were contemporary.
the Cy Twombly was SO GOOD though. basically, most of the paintings looked like somethign a child would scribble or throw-up onto a wall, but I liked them. The ones that were less plain, at least. I don’t know why, I just really liked that type of abstract art. I will look out for Twombly.
all in all—-pictures & art & outdoors & good weather. good day.
Russell’s Christmas present and a selection of pages.
i can’t fully comprehend this and i love it
everything i believe in
December 31, 2011
This year was everything I expected it to be, really. I considered having this final picture either be a summation of my year or a tie to the first picture, but then I realized something. I started this to be better at photography and to document an eventful time in my life. However, I end it realizing that interesting angles, beautiful landscapes or blurryhipsterbackgrounds are not what makes a good picture. A picture that freezes a moment in time I want to remember or evokes any type of emotion/deeper thinking is a good picture. So, I kept it simple with the people I celebrated this year with.
By the way, I did grow this year. After graduating high school, I knew what “missing” someone actually meant. In college, I realized a lot about myself and other people. After moving out, I learned to appreciate family.
Happy New Year to all! I don’t even think 2012 can be better than 2011, honestly.