Progress. I cannot do two figures (the second is not even close to being finished). I cannot draw hands. A lot of frustration. That sums up my feelings.
So I stuck it into Photoshop and this is more like what I want it to be:
A Dirge
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Rough wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long;
Sad storm, whose tears are vain,
Bare woods, whose branches strain,
Deep caves and dreary main, –
Wail, for the world’s wrong!
Existentialism on Prom Night
Straylight Run
When the sun came up,
We were sleeping in,
Sunk inside our blankets,
Sprawled across the bed,
And we were dreaming,
There are moments when,
When I know it and
The world revolves around us,
And we’re keeping it,
Keep it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable all knowing,
[Edit] <start sarcasm> Or, Free Speech: It Really Sucks. [/edit]
“That’s ridiculous,” I turned away from my computer screen, lips curled in a sure-to-be-disgusting snarl. Like so many Americans, I depend on my computer to escape from every day worries. Too much homework? No problem, I’ll just go surf through some blogs to take my mind [...]
How Do You Write A Poem?
Nikki Giovanni
how do you write a poem
about someone so close
to you that when you say ahhhhh
they say chuuuu
what can they ask you to put
on paper that isn’t already written
on your face
and does the paper make it
any more real
that without them
life would be not
impossible but certainly
more difficult
and why would someone need
a [...]
After many weeks of busy Saturdays, I finally had an open one. So, I went to the university’s figure drawing session again. This man was in his 40s, perhaps. In the room, there is a huge portrait of him, about 5′-6′ tall. He seems to be a pretty regular model. He was the first [...]
The best picture I could get, in the late afternoon. This is only a section (the only complete section). My camera flash made some very shiny spots.
The shirt will not be orange for very long. I will probably end up lightening the background. I don’t want the figures to pop out that much.
Poem
Frank O’Hara
When I am feeling depressed and anxious sullen
all you have to do is take off your clothes
and all is wiped away revealing life’s tenderness
that we are flesh and breathe and are near us
as you are really as you are I become as I
really am alive and knowing vaguely what is
and what is important to [...]
A couple days ago, I got back a math quiz. I’d taken it later than the rest of the class because I’d been out of town when they took it. Another boy, D., had also taken the quiz after the rest of the class, so we got our quizzes back at the same time.
“Man, I [...]
Six Poems for Tamar
Yehuda Amichai, translated from Hebrew by Stephen Mitchell
1
The rain is speaking quietly,
you can sleep now.
Near my bed, the rustle of newspaper wings.
There are no other angels.
I’ll wake up early and bribe the coming day
to be kind to us.
2
You had a laughter of grapes:
many round green laughs.
Your body is full of lizards.
All of [...]
