| Heaven on their minds |
[16 Aug 2008|04:23am] |
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I'm glad I chose the more frowned upon path today, the-doing-anything-else-but-studying path. Well it was not so much doing 'anything' else that I did and it was not so much of 'not' studying that I chose because I did read through 3 chapters. However, on the whole I guess I did venture off my studying-for-the-whole-day schedule and decided to do something else of more importance to me? (gee mother wouldn't be too pleased about that).
Anyway, today I decided to spend my afternoon painting on a canvas that has seen a lot of shit. This canvas has been painted on and over maybe 6 times now. It has been glued on, painted on with oils, acrylics and texture paste, chucked in a corner and piled on with dust, looked at and given the 'you're not working out' head shake and it's existence in my room has definitely been seriously contemplated on numerous times.
But I'm glad all of that has passed and today we've decided together that this is how it is going to stay from now on...
(definitely looks a little different in real life, some of the colours are a bit off in this picture and you can't see all the textures but this is roughly it)
I really am quite pleased.
This was greatly inspired by The Witch Head Nebula and definitely driven by Infected Mushroom's 'Never Ever Land' and 'Noise Maker'.
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| Jesus christ, George?? |
[15 Aug 2008|02:58pm] |
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if you cant see the amount of similarities, then i dont even know
it's weird, even though my father might've been famous, I'm not so sure I'd be too happy looking like a carbon copy
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[11 Aug 2008|12:44pm] |
Up till now I can still smell the smoke in my hair and the charcoal on my fingers.
He dug a hole in the ground wielding a termite infested spade while I gathered rocks, leaves and twigs damp from today's rain. We prepared the food for roasting, all wrapped in aluminum foil and, with the help of Mr P.Benny, started the fire in the dark. We cooked as if we were fishermen on a rocky, deserted beach; all fresh after a good catch. And I don't believe we spoke much for 3 hours but we enjoyed being around each other nonetheless.
And boy, what a feast we had after that.
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