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I CHANGE MYSELF,
I CHANGE THE WORLD

ISOLATION VS SOLITUDE

SOLITUDE

ISOLATION

A SNAKE THAT CANNOT SHED ITS S

KIN PERISHES
Cut glue paste. That’s
all I’ve ever done.
I’m a shoe maker you
see. Back in the day
they called us coblers.
But I’m just a shoe
maker. I make shoes
with pretty embelishments
in tons of colors.
Fringe boots are
what I made first. Like
Indians, excuse me,
Native Americans once
wore. The red paint on
the shoes is the blood
I cough up. I paint
designs in my blood.
People love my shoes.
They come from far away
to buy them. Because I
make them with my soul.
My soul. My blood. My
life. Your shoes. I make
them in all colors of
the rainbow. They sit
on my spiral staircase
waiting for a home.
Like little orphans.

THOUGHTS ARE THE SHADOWS OF OUR EMOTIONS
The tears she cried were
full of life. I heard a
rumor that her fish died
and she went to burry it
in the backyard. A single
tear fell and she found
the fish flopping again.
It’s like someone wanted
her to be happy. To fix the
unfixable. No one really
knows how or why. She’s
always been special.It’s
a pity you know that the
tears must flow, and the
girl must be in sorrow. Oh
sad sad girl, what beauty
you bring to this earth.
If only tears of happiness
could bring about the same
effect. Eyes are the windows
to the soul; she’s full
of life.

THOUGHT
What is thought? Thought is thought out. Out the door you sill snowman. The unicorn flies solo.
Angry. Anger. Mad. Mad cow disease. Mad chicken disease. That’s one crazy chicken. El pollo loco.
Oh sweet child. Oh sour patch kid. How mischeivious you are. Power
lies in lies. Which lie? I never do, never blue. Unknown.

Moral Culpability vs Freewill

The Beautiful vs the Sublime
bright colors
bright lights
tingling, dizzy
tired.
crunchy,
juicy,
purple, green
thirsty.
fasinated
phone ringning
brain tingling
windy,
smokey fog
swirls
lingers

REGRET

Final Reflection
I noticed that I always had some sort of visceral reaction to the
prompts. I never knew exactly what I wanted to create; I would
just make things as they came to me. I did not notice a change in
my response to the prompts. The visuals I created definitely gave
way to what I wrote. For example, when I drew a picture with
many bright, blocked colors, my writing became choppy, “energy
energy energy, bustling, beaming, bursting”. Of all of the prompts
we worked on, I think my favorite was “Thoughts are the shadows
of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.” I really
enjoyed this prompt because it really pushed my limits of thinking.
It’s such an abstract concept, however, it easily lead to the
creation of art full of meaning. My favorite material we used was
acrylic paint. I loved blending the colors. And painting in general
is always relaxing. I wouldn’t necessarily say that I took any risks
in my art work, because I don’t believe there is any risk in art.
When I make art, it is usually meant to portray a specific emotion
or idea. Unless you are producing art work for a mass audience,
I don’t really think there are any risks in art. Art is not life
or death. The same is true with writing. Writing in a way that is
typically not done is not taking a risk. There is no risk involved in
writing letters on a page or drawing or painting. Some consistencies
I have noticed in my art work are the color schemes I used.
I was drawn to many deep reds and purples. Also, as far as the
final work produced I’ve noticed that I have a tendency to draw
abstract things. Never in my art works did I draw anything as it
appears in reality. Another thing I noticed was that every piece of
art portrays a concept. In my writings I elaborate on the concept
that I created through my art work. I didn’t notice any consistencies
in the emotions portrayed in my artwork. Many of them were
polar opposites. In some works I portrayed emotions of happiness
and joy and in others I portrayed emotions of depression and
anxiety.
Ten themes:
Anxiety Depression Fate vs. Action Drowning
Gravity Karma Curiosity Panic
Death Life Regret Hate