cowscanjump asked: Can you ask yourself questions?
Apparently you can.
Lordy
It’s getting cold. I was going to go to school today and I was waiting at the bus stop. The water pooled in the road had frozen over night, and I had the urge to go over and step on the ice. So I did. I took one step, then another, then another; slowly and carefully as not to trip and give a one-man-show to that lady walking her dog over yonder. My feet slid across the icy trickle, and for some reason I imagined my life was in danger, and I talked to the ice. Yeah, you heard me. I talked to the ice.
Jump: “I’m taking another step. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. You seem really slippery, and my heart is beating faster. God, if you make me trip I am going to…wait, I can’t quite do anything to you at the moment. But…but you better not make me trip!”
Ice: “……………..”
The ice must have been shy.
Hi
Art blog schmart blog. I have no time. I might upload something when I feel like it. I’ll probably dedicate this blog to mere ramblings of mine. I always have interesting philosophical and randomly unimportant jib jab occupying my mind so it won’t be hard. I’ve been drawing elf creatures lately.
I feel liberal sometimes. It’s sorta conflicting. I might go on a rant. It’s 1:22 am so I might be in a ranting mood. I like to rant and list things meticulously. Sometimes.
. I wish I could make up my flipping mind.
. I wish other people could make up their flipping minds.
. I wonder why I act like a grinning pseudo intellectual creeper at times and at other times act like an awkward bookish girl.
. Why do I keep changing my personalities in different places and times. I should make up my mind you know.
. She’s there. She’s not. She comes. She goes.
. I want to see that glinting metal fork again. It was stuck in her hair.
. Authenticity, flower print skirts, boxes of chalk, flowers, overpasses, and pterodactyls. I want to see all those stuff.
What Blog is this if it doesn’t Contain Some Self-Oriented Posts?
Jump is still in Korea right now, and the materials have been packed up in boxes and sent away. Leaving the home to be by itself is a bad idea. The home has no plans to be forlorn for one year, it shall have a crazy old companion who cannot take care of his own home correctly. This home, located in Seoul Eunpyung-gu near the Bukhan Mountains is special. It was bought by the father using debt for the sake of the family, but it was worth it. It was one of the best homes I’ve lived in so far. It has a lot of good nooks and crannies where you could store stuff. Water is nearby. You could go there to cool your insanely heated-up mind. Or else you could keel over with the heat burning your brains inside out.
As the father prepared for the one-year rest period in the states, I packed up. I Saw the empty room. My voice echoed. A picture of a bat using echolocation in a cave comes to mind. The floor might straighten up the crooked back of mine. The crazy mint green notebook of mine was packed up also, so I didn’t have anything to unleash gibberish into, except for this Tumblr blog that I didn’t use much. This was supposed to be an art blog, but being away from a scanner or a tablet for so long changed things quickly. I plan to be reunited with my artsy inanimate family soon. An artsy reunion will ensue.
Summer homework is about half done I believe. All those laws and codes are muddling my mind with useless psychology which isn’t hard at all. Not at all. Apples are the banes of existence.
Laurent Laveder - Moon Games
A series of shots that are focused around the moon, a whimsical rethinking of our nearest celestial body—as a lightbulb, a clock, a balloon. The moon can be harvested, snipped, or tossed between playmates. Laveder is able to capture the moon in all her shining glory, in an array of phases, including lunar eclipses.
You sir…er ma’am, er sir…oh fudgebuckets
Me: Art, are you a boy or a girl?
Art: I’m a hermaphrodite.
