kornereyes

I had a bit of a moment today, while staring into space instead of watching a video.  There was a mop outside the classroom, leaning against a wall, with a sparkling-clean floor beneath it.  So clean, the mop's reflection could be seen in the floor.  I believe the floor is a bit of a two-dimensional object.  So there it was, a perfect inverted drawing of the mop!  Isn't every reflection two dimensions anyway?  Therefore, if you need any proof that dimensions can easily be viewed in one form or another, simply look into the mirror.  Your three dimensional world--boom!  Two dimensional, right in front of your face.  Don't believe me?  Put your hand up to the mirror.  Just try and get three dimensions out of it.  You can't!  But you can run your arms through your environment (most of the time), thereby proving to  yourself that you live in three dimensions consisting of side to side and DEPTH, the space above and below you, all around you.  Does what I'm saying make sense?  Am I merely stating the obvious?  That our three dimensions can easily become two, and all the proof you need can be found in a mirror?  What if you traced what you saw in the mirror?

Anyway, I suppose that's about all I had to write.  Oh, and I made a website for a class.  Visit it if you get a chance.
www.digital.mica.edu/ea210_13/kbuckley/project3

okay, i think i'm alone on this one. i'm embarrassed.

i'm not embarrassed cause i could do better. i'm not embarrassed because i think i'm a bad artist (yes, i have self hatred issues, but luckily, they leave me alone when it comes to art).

i just...don't like showing people my art. as a general rule.  if it were possible for me to be recognized as an okay artist and never have to display my stuff, i would be happy. and no, it's not because my stuff is precious or something like that.

it's because...i put myself into my art so much. i feel like i'm naked when you look at my art. dA is different, there aren't people, right next to me, looking at what i've done.  i seriously feel like i'm unclothed, the world sees me, every inch of me, even the ugly parts. i'm pretty sure that if you put me up on-stage, naked, i'd feel the same exact way i do when my art is being looked at and i am near.


this is something very private, that i don't think i've ever talked to anyone about. i guess i just need to get it out of me. i always forget that i feel this way, perhaps cuz it's one of those things i don't like about myself. a thought just entered my head: i should post this in a forum. yes, that would be fun. anyway...i forget that i feel this way and i go out of my way to show my art to my friends, bringing it to their houses and such. but when the moment of truth comes, i want to vomit. i gag. i choke. i can't turn the piece of paper over to show them. no, it's too revealing. not that my friends don't know the real me; they certainly do, or else i wouldn't consider them friends.

this strange phenomenon, however, leaps beyond the boundaries of friends. it applies to anyone that stands next to me and looks at my stuff. i know, i know. i should be proud! and i am, i am. and not an unhealthy amount either. i fight this feeling. i display. i talk to people. i try to sell. but...it doesn't work. the feeling never goes away.

at least i'm able to fight it, right?

am i alone? do other people put so much of themselves into their artwork that they're left with nothing? i might was well just paint myself naked...yes, actually, this seems like a good project. maybe, once i've bared all, the feeling will go away.

goodness gracious, how long has it been since I last posted? too long, my friends, too long.  Mi Madre--it took up my time, my life, my world, it is what I have been working on this whole time...can't say I'm too happy with the end result.  I kind of want to put my foot through the middle of it, but due to protests from all who have seen it, I'm resisting the urge.
so what has stopped me from posting since the completion of mi madre, you ask? oh god.  fucking finals.  some how i was exempt from photo, thank god. that class really proved not to be my forte this year.  whatever.  i was exempt from all my finals (which means i had a 91.4 average in EVERYTHING, BITCHES!).  so mhmm. i got a shit ton of awards. had to fight for my renaissance one (given to those with a 3.75 gpa, i had a 4.1, and for whatever reason, they didn't give me one...assholes...).  I got two scholarships from school *thank heavens!*, and two departmental excellence awards (art and journalism, newspaper). coolness, right?  oh, and i graduated. no pictures for you guys though.  how demented is it that we have to wear caps and gowns? fucking old bastards with their academic institutional traditions, i'm done with it, it's bullshit...grrr.  i know, this may sound weird, but i truly despise tradition.  especially caps and gowns.  they are archaic and have no place in my world.

in other news: i got a mac! a macbook pro, to be exact.  it is extremely gorgeous in the creepiest of ways. i can make comics, movies, photoshop shit, ahh, it's glorious. i'm a lot happier than i've ever been. it was my graduation present, my ONLY graduation present. note: they're pretty expensive, it took a lot of savings for this.  but MICA is a mac campus, so i should be good from now on.

i hope you guys like the new work i submitted.

oh! and i almost didn't mention the most amazing thing of all. DRESDEN DOLLS FANS, LISTEN UP: i met amanda and brian! oh god it was amazing.  i saw them at the true colors tour, among others, then i met them, had them sign my sketchbook.  i was pretty much a speechless idiot.  then, waiting outside.  amanda came out and played a cover of radiohead's creep on a two dollar ukelele.  so amazing.  i touched her arm and told her i loved her. then she turned and sang to ME! oh, the crowning moment of my life. such a gorgeous and awesome woman...yes, i am swooning. she is amazing. they are amazing.  seriously, if you ever have the chance, SEE THEM LIVE!!! they were, unfortunately, the opening act, so they only played five songs.  but when you were watching it, and i don't know if you've ever felt this way before, you felt like you were watching true genius being born. seriously. i know it sounds corny, but you were. it was utterly amazing. and their cover of war pigs was crazy. so yes, i love the dresden dolls, an unhealthy amount, which is bad, because i'm sure i was all ready way past that amount before seeing them.

woo! so trhat's it! sorry if i wrote too much to hold your attention...anyway, you macpros out there, teach me something! toodles!

update!!! *update dance* yay!

too bad all my huge pieces are at school, right? eh, you guys'll see them soon enough. and i'm not kidding when i say huge. they're humongus (sp.?)

uhh...i'm going ot MICA, in baltimore for college. fun, right? i hope so.

fighting with friends sucks....

so here's the news.
i lost my camera + i got my hair cut = i can't show you all. but it's REALLY short.

the world is still turning, unfortunately.

and i'm working my ass off. maybe one day i'll submit something...