I am selfish.
I am human.
I change myself, I change the
Thoughts are the shaddows
of our feelings
misuse of power, eternal damnation
all their fibs merely grabbed our
and made us realize we truly hate them
Forget it all
We will become
You’ve ruined something beautiful
You’ve ruined something special
All the burdens you left behind
I hope you burn in Hell.
Beauty vs. the Sublime
Through the vortex of your heart, everything
Moral culpability vs.
I’ve been sitting in this completely
beige cell for 6 hours 22 minutes and
43 seconds (44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49)
I am nothing without my technology.
As I sit here upon the heath, I can’t help but ponder the bittersweet feeling that is isolation.
Savoring the glory of the scenery, but always knowing in the back of my mind I’l always be alone
Isolation vs. Solitude
Your body is scattered along the solar syste
m; A rememberance of where you’ve been
The snake that cannot shed
I noticed that my artwork, for the most part, correlated well
with my prompts. There weren’t any drastic differences between the
prompts and most of them questioned existential forces and consequential
and impending doom. I mostly stuck with writing poems or
letters, with an interpersonal voice reflecting about an event.
The visuals acted as a mise en scene of sorts and allowed me to
elaborate about what I drew in the form of a story. My favorite prompt
was probably isolationism because it resulted in my favorite drawing
and story. My favorite materials that we used were probably just the
pencil and paper because it was very simplified and allowed me to fix
my mistakes more effectively than say charcoal or paint.
I took risks in most of the prompts because I went at it blind and
hoped for the best. It’s always risky when you have to come up with
something to write based on the artwork you create and don’t have a
basis for it.
Some consistencies I noticed from my artwork were that it is
quite negative and also, all my characters that I draw are my own style,
something I never realized before.
The futility of life
Lack of perception
Coming of age
Ways of escape