one lump or two
Dec. 27th, 2013 06:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamawhich I thought was one leap or two when I saw the posters on the T.
82 days to go until the vernal equinox
I have no idea how this is going to look until I post it, but I'm probably going to update at least twice before the year ends. If I can't make it look good, at least it will get pushed off.
I finally got to see that exhibit at the ICA.
Unfortunately, I can't find much on the Flickrverse, in fact, I get Barry McGee after a few scrolls.
this woman's saying all these portraits are fellow artists Amy Sillman knows, and she says I should definitely check out Poly Apfelbaum; she does really cool floral pattern mosaics like this one:
(Hold on, I had to replace it. This one is better anyway.)
Anyways, the Williamsburg portraits that were featured in posters on the T kind of remind me of my own portraits, except when I fail, I tend to not apply the watercolors to it. When I did ink first, then watercolors/watercolor pencils.
One of them had "Shame Spiral" on it. I was like "You remember that Simpsons episode where Marge drags the family to a self help convention?" and he's like "Yeah. Be like the boy! Be like the boy!" and in unison, we said "we like Roy!"
And apparently, shame spiral is an actual term used by self-help gurus and psychologists, not just Brad Goodman. Also, I learned that people are posting Spongebob clips and titling them with Simpsons episodes. I haven't the faintest idea why.
This is a photograph of someone looking at portraits. I don't know her. It's just something I found. It's also really big.
[lost]
BIG.
These are all big. But livejournal resizes so I'm uploading them to imgur.
There's some stuff by Christina Ramberg. If they become less abstract and grotesque and more sensual, you went in the wrong direction.
And there's a room filled with photographs of life in a depressed former mill town.
A woman was wearing garishly bright chartreuse boots made out of this weird-looking poofy plasticy material. I don't know why I needed to point that out, except I thought garishly colored boots have fallen out of style. Maybe she was European or something, and that, I think, mean garishly yellow boots made out of shiny poofy material will be on everyone's feet by the time I'm actually out of burning questions and entry titles.
Myspace isn't being a dick. I suppose I should take advantage of this situation. Because there's a really awesome band called January, and they sing about dinosaurs. I know that See-Thru and Keep Me From Sleeping are songs by the Boston band*. Rumors is not, in fact, Rumors is very turn of the century (this century, not 20th century) radio rock. I'm not sure if Careful What You Tell The Sky is, though I doubt it. It is worth listening to, I must say. I suspect the self-titled is.
*They're female-fronted, which means I'd have a burning question about this if I was not reading a book with a character named Sarah.
Burning question: when characters have the names of people you know, do you imagine them when you're reading the story, even when they're described as looking nothing alike? I'm reading Hardwired, and there's a character named Sarah in that. I think I've met no less than seven people named Sara/Sarah in the last two years.
82 days to go until the vernal equinox
I have no idea how this is going to look until I post it, but I'm probably going to update at least twice before the year ends. If I can't make it look good, at least it will get pushed off.
I finally got to see that exhibit at the ICA.
Unfortunately, I can't find much on the Flickrverse, in fact, I get Barry McGee after a few scrolls.
this woman's saying all these portraits are fellow artists Amy Sillman knows, and she says I should definitely check out Poly Apfelbaum; she does really cool floral pattern mosaics like this one:
(Hold on, I had to replace it. This one is better anyway.)
Anyways, the Williamsburg portraits that were featured in posters on the T kind of remind me of my own portraits, except when I fail, I tend to not apply the watercolors to it. When I did ink first, then watercolors/watercolor pencils.
One of them had "Shame Spiral" on it. I was like "You remember that Simpsons episode where Marge drags the family to a self help convention?" and he's like "Yeah. Be like the boy! Be like the boy!" and in unison, we said "we like Roy!"
And apparently, shame spiral is an actual term used by self-help gurus and psychologists, not just Brad Goodman. Also, I learned that people are posting Spongebob clips and titling them with Simpsons episodes. I haven't the faintest idea why.
This is a photograph of someone looking at portraits. I don't know her. It's just something I found. It's also really big.
[lost]
BIG.
These are all big. But livejournal resizes so I'm uploading them to imgur.
There's some stuff by Christina Ramberg. If they become less abstract and grotesque and more sensual, you went in the wrong direction.
And there's a room filled with photographs of life in a depressed former mill town.
A woman was wearing garishly bright chartreuse boots made out of this weird-looking poofy plasticy material. I don't know why I needed to point that out, except I thought garishly colored boots have fallen out of style. Maybe she was European or something, and that, I think, mean garishly yellow boots made out of shiny poofy material will be on everyone's feet by the time I'm actually out of burning questions and entry titles.
Myspace isn't being a dick. I suppose I should take advantage of this situation. Because there's a really awesome band called January, and they sing about dinosaurs. I know that See-Thru and Keep Me From Sleeping are songs by the Boston band*. Rumors is not, in fact, Rumors is very turn of the century (this century, not 20th century) radio rock. I'm not sure if Careful What You Tell The Sky is, though I doubt it. It is worth listening to, I must say. I suspect the self-titled is.
*They're female-fronted, which means I'd have a burning question about this if I was not reading a book with a character named Sarah.
Burning question: when characters have the names of people you know, do you imagine them when you're reading the story, even when they're described as looking nothing alike? I'm reading Hardwired, and there's a character named Sarah in that. I think I've met no less than seven people named Sara/Sarah in the last two years.
