Whenever your day is not going well and you feel like it's going to be "one of those days" this is what you need to do:
Get an iced mocha and make things happen.
I've come to the realization that I can be my worst enemy, my toughest judge, and my largest obstacle.
If you feel limited... think about it, 'cause it might be just you.
Did this post make any sense at all?
"Enamorarse puede ser a veces una desgracia, pero nunca un crimen" - Alberto Masferrer
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
"Mi billete de a diez"
El sábado pasado fui a la casa de uno de mis tios y como siempre, surgieron memorias en medio de la conversación. Mi tio nos contó como el siempre quería andar impresionando a las muchachitas :)
"Yo tenia un billete de a diez" dijo mi tio, y nos contó como siempre iba a la tiendita donde estaba la dulcinea que le gustaba. Y compraba gaseosas para él y para sus amigos; y los noventa centavos que salian en total los pagaba con un billete de a diez, para impresionar a la susodicha :)
"Y cuando tenia la oportunidad, me conseguía noventa centavos y conseguía otro billete de a diez para ir a la tienda el día siguiente".
Nos reimos mucho y yo dije la frase "yo tenia un billete de a diez" sería un buen titulo para un libro, y mi mamá dijo que sería mejor "Mi billete de a diez".
En fin, me encanta como las memorias dan color a la vida.
Qué sería de nosotros sin los recuerdos???
"Yo tenia un billete de a diez" dijo mi tio, y nos contó como siempre iba a la tiendita donde estaba la dulcinea que le gustaba. Y compraba gaseosas para él y para sus amigos; y los noventa centavos que salian en total los pagaba con un billete de a diez, para impresionar a la susodicha :)
"Y cuando tenia la oportunidad, me conseguía noventa centavos y conseguía otro billete de a diez para ir a la tienda el día siguiente".
Nos reimos mucho y yo dije la frase "yo tenia un billete de a diez" sería un buen titulo para un libro, y mi mamá dijo que sería mejor "Mi billete de a diez".
En fin, me encanta como las memorias dan color a la vida.
Qué sería de nosotros sin los recuerdos???
Friday, November 12, 2004
Wise Words
"Sometimes when you have an idea you should do it... 'cause sometimes you don't have any ideas."I heard this from one of my art instructors and felt like I needed to share it.
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Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Reverse Foreshortening
Fore·short·en ( P ) (fôr-shôrtn, fr-)
tr.v. fore·short·ened, fore·short·en·ing, fore·short·ens
1. To shorten the lines of (an object) in a drawing or other representation so as to produce an illusion of projection or extension in space.
2. To reduce the length of; curtail or abridge.
Foreshortening
\Fore*short"en*ing\, n. (Fine Arts) Representation in a foreshortened mode or way.
Tonight, in my drawing class we worked on this technique. It was fun... but I didn't do it right.
You're suppossed to look at the model and draw whatever is closer to you larger than what is further away... this kinda makes sense to me, but you have to do a little exageration.
So anyway... I tried.
And I thought I was doing it right... but my drawing was looking funny so I asked someone in my class if the piece looked weird to her, and she said "well, I think the head and the upper body are a little big". No prob... I thought... I'll just keep trying.
But then... it really looked weird to me, so I said to my professor "Hey, I think this is way too funny, could you look at this for a sec?" and he said "Of course it looks weird... you made the feet so small and the leg!!! And look how huge the head is... YOU DID REVERSE FORESHORTENING!!!"
And then my classmate and I couldn't help but laugh!
Then my professor was picking on me... he said "you can make that you signature style! You can draw a bunch of women with huge heads and little legs and feet... you'll make millions!"
Well... there are some things that are just not meant for me.
I'll keep trying, though!!!
On another note... the sunset was amazing today!!! It looked a little like this:
Friday, November 05, 2004
About iced mochas, my artist’s finger nails and other matters.
It’s really cold outside.
The frozen grass lets me know that the new season will not wait anyone.
A nice gesture from a friend lets me know that life is sweet; it will always be that way!
Yes, life is sweet... despite of all the insanity of this world, happiness is real and can be reached by anyone who wants it and is willing to accept the challenges and responsibilities that it entails.
But before I get all poetic I need to get back to my not-so-relevant-to-anyone-else post… I wanted to talk about iced mochas and something that happened to me last Tuesday. I was studying in the coffee house as usual and I thought of getting myself an iced mocha, then the thought of having to pay almost $3 for my so-wanted iced mocha struck me. Then I thought “hmm… what if I spend my lunch money on the iced mocha” and I did it… of course it was worth it. I never like what I have for lunch anyway! I'd get to the food court and think “what sounds good for lunch?” and the answer is always a “nothing” that follows a relatively long period of time (I’m talking about 5 secs here). So I’m glad I had that iced mocha… I’m trying to reduce my caffeine intake to just one iced mocha per week, but it’s really hard! Like today, a friend treated me to one... how could I ever say no to an iced mocha?!
Another thing that I wanted to discuss in this absurd weblog was my artist’s nails. Yeah… my finger nails never look good ‘cause of the charcoal, acrylic, graphite and everything else that gets on them each day. I know that my not-very-attractive nails are just one more thing to get used to when one attempts to be an artist. However, I put some clear nail polish every now and then… but when my friend says “hey… your nails look nice… how come?!” that is an indication that I need to pay more attention to my appearance so people won’t get surprised when I look a little nicer than usual.
And well… that’s it for now. No more comments.Thank you to all my readers and I hope you are enjoying these pointless weblog.
The frozen grass lets me know that the new season will not wait anyone.
A nice gesture from a friend lets me know that life is sweet; it will always be that way!
Yes, life is sweet... despite of all the insanity of this world, happiness is real and can be reached by anyone who wants it and is willing to accept the challenges and responsibilities that it entails.
But before I get all poetic I need to get back to my not-so-relevant-to-anyone-else post… I wanted to talk about iced mochas and something that happened to me last Tuesday. I was studying in the coffee house as usual and I thought of getting myself an iced mocha, then the thought of having to pay almost $3 for my so-wanted iced mocha struck me. Then I thought “hmm… what if I spend my lunch money on the iced mocha” and I did it… of course it was worth it. I never like what I have for lunch anyway! I'd get to the food court and think “what sounds good for lunch?” and the answer is always a “nothing” that follows a relatively long period of time (I’m talking about 5 secs here). So I’m glad I had that iced mocha… I’m trying to reduce my caffeine intake to just one iced mocha per week, but it’s really hard! Like today, a friend treated me to one... how could I ever say no to an iced mocha?!
Another thing that I wanted to discuss in this absurd weblog was my artist’s nails. Yeah… my finger nails never look good ‘cause of the charcoal, acrylic, graphite and everything else that gets on them each day. I know that my not-very-attractive nails are just one more thing to get used to when one attempts to be an artist. However, I put some clear nail polish every now and then… but when my friend says “hey… your nails look nice… how come?!” that is an indication that I need to pay more attention to my appearance so people won’t get surprised when I look a little nicer than usual.
And well… that’s it for now. No more comments.Thank you to all my readers and I hope you are enjoying these pointless weblog.
Monday, November 01, 2004
My Inner Artist
Your inner artist is Vincent Van Gogh!
You and Van Gogh share a very important thread – an unusually strong passion for your pursuits. Okay, so maybe you never chopped off your ear (which is a good thing), but it wouldn’t surprise us if you get excited by all your ideas and feelings. And you need an outlet! Whether you pour your emotions out in theater, the wood shop, on paper, or through exercise, you’re unstoppable when new thoughts come to mind! Maybe you were the kid in class who was always doodling in his notebook. Or perhaps you picked up the flute in college and never looked back. Or maybe you’ve developed a strong voice to stand up for your causes. But whichever magical channel you’ve found, keep at it. You’re at your best when you unleash your passionate force on the world.
You and Van Gogh share a very important thread – an unusually strong passion for your pursuits. Okay, so maybe you never chopped off your ear (which is a good thing), but it wouldn’t surprise us if you get excited by all your ideas and feelings. And you need an outlet! Whether you pour your emotions out in theater, the wood shop, on paper, or through exercise, you’re unstoppable when new thoughts come to mind! Maybe you were the kid in class who was always doodling in his notebook. Or perhaps you picked up the flute in college and never looked back. Or maybe you’ve developed a strong voice to stand up for your causes. But whichever magical channel you’ve found, keep at it. You’re at your best when you unleash your passionate force on the world.
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