Thinking

I've been thinking a lot lately, which is probably a side-effect of having either not enough work, or enough work but no motivation, but I digress.

There's a few things that I (as well as the majority of the world's population) probably find really weird, but don't really comment on because god knows who has the time to think of these things anymore.
Take fluency in terms of language for example. When does one become fluent in a language? When one can carry on an intelligent conversation that goes beyond the whole "hello" "how are you" "quite fabulous thank you"?

Take it from a high school senior taking university-level English, I have encountered people who ONLY know one language and are thoroughly incapable of carrying on an intelligent conversation.

So we can scratch that I guess.

Maybe when you can think and formulate ideas in a language?

I have 3 languages that I consider myself fluent in, and I think in abstract colours with no grammatical structure whatsoever.
So quite frankly, I have no idea.

So this entire thing got me thinking, when do you know if you know a person well?

What kinds of questions do you, being able to state that you know them well, need to be able to answer?

What's their favourite colour?
What was the name of their first beloved childhood pet?
What is the one thing that they need to accomplish so that they can say that they have left a successful existence?

A friend of mine suggested that you need to know them well enough to predict how they would react in certain situations. How they would act, what they would say, what have you.

Alright, I'll take that. I've known my parents for almost 18 years now, I think I know them very well. I can predict most of their reactions, and that is what keeps me on the honour roll, year after year.
But occasionally they throw things at me that are completely out of left field. They react in a way that is completely uncharacteristic of their usual demeanour, and I guess the same holds true for humans in general.

Does that mean I don't know my parents well?

And if that's true, does that mean that none of the people who I hold as important to me are people that I actually KNOW WELL?

It's kind of a weird train of thought to follow.

I have an idea for SOMETHING. I'm just not sure what form that something will take. I also don't know if I'm ready as an artist to do something like this to begin with.

In a nutshell, too much thinking, not enough work being done.

Peace,

~Len

P.S.

I love Adele. So hard.

Springfest 2011

May 19, 2011. Aching feet, grumbling stomach, half-delirious imitations of a decapitated millipede on the drama room floor, panic, root beer milkshakes, and an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.
That's the best I can do to sum it up.

SO. A recap of springfest and the stuff I had displayed.


Nicole's jars and my drug drawings.


"Choose Wisely"
Dramatic angle time.


Panel 1.

Panel 2.


Panel 3.

View from the stairwell. Back at like 6ish, when the natural light was streaming in, it was absolutely gorgeous. Too bad I didn't get a picture :(

Prints!

"I'll Assemble All the Sand"

- watercolour

Didactic Panel

"One In a Million"

- ink on illustration board

"Aut Inveniam Viam Aut Faciam/Either I Shall Find a Way or Make One"

- ink on illustration board

"Maori"

- oil on canvas

The art stairwell that I basically called dibs on.

"Show Them What You're Made Of" (otheriwise known as my never-ending love affair with carbs)

- wheat on poster board

"Performance Piece 2"


All in all, a resounding success of a night :D


I'm gonna miss you, graduating talent of '11

Peace,

~Len

Jars

Behold, the 3-panel monster that I slaved over for hours and hours.

(almost done)

Peace,

~Len

P.S. OH GOD SPRINGFEST ON THURSDAY

P.P.S. Never drawing another jar again

Wheattttttt

So I'm finally getting back into the art groove. Sorta.

Some birthday cards:

And the bane of my existance, a self-portrait in wheat.

Essentially taking this:

And somehow re-creating it in wheat.

Some progress shots:

Peace,

Len

3 Things

1. Foiled - Blue October


I've realized that if I had to listen to one album for the rest of my life, this would be it. It's been one of my favourites for the better part of 5 years, and it's always been relevant, and it's always been amazing. Pure brilliance.

2. Prom shoes

Yessir, the silver ones on the right are the ones I'm wearing :]
I can't believe I just blogged about shoes.

3. Still Life (FROM HELL)

My god this was the most painful still life I've ever had to draw. HUNDREDS OF PAPERS. ART BOOKS EVERYWHERE. GOD DAMN IT ALL.
Done in about 2 periods on vellum, 3/4 of this stupid drawing ended up on my arm anyways. I kind of like it.

Peace,

~Len

Performance art

Final Performance Art,
Many thanks to Amy Chang, I don't know many people who'd agree to be covered in paint with me.

~Len

Tattoo thoughts

I think if I ever end up getting a tattoo, that's what it would be.

I've always had a connection to daisies.
My earliest memory of my grandfather was of him teaching me how to make a daisy wreath. I find half the things I do nowadays relate back to him.
Daisies are the flower equivalent of innocence.
Also, I feel that if I had to show people, brushing my hair off of my neck has some kind of intimacy and vulnerability to it that I find interesting.

Also, I like the way it looks with my profile.

Thoughts?

~Len