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Washington, D.C, United States
I came out on the twenty-fifth day of the eleventh month, the year was 1987. Some say I'm reckless--I like to shoot things... and google discontinued products. I listen to museic 24/7, marching to the beats in my tape deck. I drop coins for my closet, but swipe heavily for my lip stain. I am deeply and importantly talented.

4.02.2008

Flipping Books On The Floor



The Struggle







Play Time

4.01.2008

Because She Said So

Pipilotti Rist:

This work included a lot of different imagery, and sounds brought together in an interactive site. There were contour line drawing, color blocking, airy vocals, and different forms of collaging. Rist's site also gave the viewer the opportunity to decide which order they would like to view the work; left or right, move the mouse this way or that way. Viewing this site was far from a bore, the fact that I was in control of a lot of things was a plus; it actually nade me take a closer look as to what was really happening before me.

Mattew Barney:

This work included a series of cycles that branched off into photographs, sculpture, and descriptions. All of Barney's work was very staged, and posed, giving the viewer the chance to explore larger than life imagery. I enjoyed Barney's work, it was extremly planned out, and explained to a t. Each cycle started with a description of what the viewer was about to see, then there was characters, and then sculpture to back it up. It was interesting to follow the map that Barney seemed to have laid out for me.

Bill Viola:

Viola's work is very personal, all of the imagery that I viewed made me feel as if I was experiencing someone's pain, or enlightenment; someone's downfall, or someone's uprising. A lot of the images were of people on fire, or people throwing water on their face, or having water poured over them; the death of one thing maybe, and the rebirth of another. I felt something from Viola's work, it seemed extremly real, like emotion in a photograph.

2.19.2008

1.27.2008

Dear Time


A minute?
Why that’s a whole lifetime.
There are things that are
born, live, and die in a minute.
But don't ask me what dear
cause I couldn't tell you.

-Edie Sedgwick