mailbox project

Here is my illustrious sister's new mailbox. We started with only a bare wooden post, some gold spray paint and some extra tile we collectively possessed and 24 hrs later voila! A new mail box du jour. You like? Maybe she'll sell you one.

Major Sunburn!

metamorphisis of the eye cloud

watch how an eye materializes in these after-storm clouds. It appears in the top middle of the cloud. Can you see it? It appears most obviously in the third picture then it goes away. These were all taken in a five minute time frame so you can see the metamorphisis. Gotta love Idaho in May!

Iris

Intro: Bm-Bsus2-G


VERSE:
D Em G
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Bm A G
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
D Em G
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
Bm A G
And I don't want to go home right now


VERSE:
D Em G
And all I can taste is this moment
Bm A G
And all I can breathe is your life
D Em G
And sooner or later it's over
Bm A G
I just don't want to miss you tonight


CHORUS:
Bm A G
And I don't want the world to see me
Bm A G
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
Bm A G
When everything's made to be broken
Bm A G
I just want you to know who I am


VERSE:
D Em G
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Bm A G
Or the moment of truth in your lies
D Em G
When everything feels like the movies
Bm A G
Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive


CHORUS:
Bm A G
And I don't want the world to see me
Bm A G
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
Bm A G
When everything's made to be broken
Bm A G
I just want you to know who I am


CONTRAST:
|Bm|Bm/A|G|G| x4

|Bm|Bsus2|G|G| x3

|Bm|Bsus2|

|G|F#m|G|Bm| - |G|F#m|Bm|Bm| - |G|F#m|Bm|Bm|

|Bm|Bm/A|G|G| x4


CHORUS:
Bm A G
And I don't want the world to see me
Bm A G
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
Bm A G
When everything's made to be broken
Bm A G
I just want you to know who I am


Bm A G
I just want you to know who I am - x3


Outro: |Bm|Bm/A|G|G| x4

Excerpt from That Hideous Strength

"It is incredible how litle this knowledge moved him......The indicative mood now corresponded to no thought that his mind could entertain. He had willed with his whole heart that there should be no reality and no truth, and now even the imminence of his own ruin could not wake him......Often the man knows with perfect clarity that some still possible action of his own will could yet save him. But he cannot make this knowledge real to himself. Some tiny habitual sensuality, some resentment too trivial to waste on a blue-bottle, the indulgence of some fatal lethargy, seems to him at that moment more important than the choice betwen total joy and total destruction. With eyes wide open seeing that the endless terror is just about to begin and yet (for the moment) unable to feel terrified, he watches passively, not moving a finger for his own resuce, while the last links with joy and reason are severed, and drowsily sees the trap close upon his soul. So full of sleep are they at the time when they leave the right way."

Heil Hitler or Hail Mary? (how's that for a headline?)

The image of Nissa Berbawy (pictured below) reaching up towards the camera was the subject matter for a life-size painting I did for painting I. Unfortunately, after completing much of the project, it was brought to my attention that she looked like a Hitler youth and she had the whole "heil Hitler" thing going on. While this was definately not my intention, the humor/misfortune of the dilemma is only enhanced when one takes into account that I am from North Idaho, known primarily throughtout the country for potatoes and arian nation parades. Oops, that piece of info could be a mukraker's goldmine if me and my portrait of a superior race ever graduated to the status of contraversial in the public eye.
For this project I took a mold of Nissa's forearm and hand so that I could attach it to the panel and make it so that she was actually reaching out to the viewer. My reasoning was that I could thus portray a creation reaching out to its creator, but instead it looks more like the symbol of loyalty to a tyrant.
If only this was the end of the accidental symbolism that occured in painting I this spring. My friend Amy also caused quite a stir with the content of her painting project. When you read this you'll wonder how she ever could miss the symbolism, but it snuck past all of us until we gazed upon it the last day of class when it was fully assembled. She basically had the mother Mary stepping out of a stained glass window, coming to life and coming towards you(it was actually 3D so she really was coming at you!). Amy was trying to show that religion is something that is alive and can't be contained in a church, which was a really good idea, but it definately was upstaged by the obvious connotations about the catholic church and incarnations of Mary. She would've used Jesus coming out of the window, but He would not have made a very colorful composition, as He is usually only wearing a white robe with a red sash. Anyway, it was pretty funny setting those two paintings up next to eachother and it was especially funny setting them up facing eachother which made my misrepresented painting go from "heil Hitler" to "Hail Mary". The moral of this story is that if ever you are contemplating creating a composition with a message, make sure that it is clear from any pop-symbolism which will most definately steal your thunder.
The other pictures are of Christina and I exploring the historical significance of Spangle Washington (notice the bullet holes in the stop sign), and of us traversing the skywalk labrynth of downtown Spokane.