wait what?

Sitting around doing nothing..

THAT'S funny.

Being bored. . . . .

that's hysterical.

A still mind.

that's preposterous.

unconventional flower power.

There's something about today. An essence of beauty that is silent. Maybe it's because when I woke up I read the first 20 pages of A NEW EARTH, for the trillionth time. I can't help it, it gives me a certain passion afterwards. An unstoppable passion. It made me realize my certainty of a personal life goal: to make an impact. That's all I want. To have a rightful influence on the surrounding people that I love.

So today's topic is transformation, which is the concept of my new project in my Fibers studio class. I chose to pick an inner transformation--a normal state of mind transitioning into a shift in consciousness. The idea of awareness wholly derives from this book I'm consumed in, which I think is great because, if for some reason I lack in motivation, I can go to the book for a little pick me up. The materials I'm using are everyday things-found objects. So far I've got, aluminum foil, cereal boxes, and uhaul boxes. A soon to be addition is tape. BTW, I'm making flowers from all of this. I've also noticed the transformation aspect being shown through the alteration of material to be used in an innovative way. It's a key to my concept. Flowers representing that blooming of awareness, a new level of being. We must learn from the floral species. I envision a wall to be covered, an installation. I have less than four weeks, can I even come close to accomplishing this? I figure if I keep this end result as a vision, it's at least in reach. If time permits.

Have I mentioned the next couple weeks will be jam packed? I plan to not even take a breath until November 5th-which is critique day. But if this feeling that I have inside of me continues, I won't care. This feeling I have is riveting-a thirst, a hunger, an addiction just to live to my full potential.

Thank you blog for being a place to release, most of the time I solely come on here so I can figure out my thoughts and sort the mess that they're in, as if this is a file for my reflections. And thank YOU for reading. I think I shall post art projects on here more often. If you have any suggestions, materials I should use, want to challenge me in using a material, holla.

food for thought.

Okay blog, I think we've gone to the level where I can tell you now.

I'm going to Italy next semester.

Before you get overly excited there's a point I wanted to get across so I felt the need to tell you this in order to proceed to the next step. [We will jump for joy about Florence some other time, yes? Yes. It's a date.]

This thought came to me within an hour ago. I was thinking if I wore a sticker on my head that said 'I'm leaving for a whole semester abroad in Europe in only a couple months, take advantage of my amity' whether this statement will speed up current friendships. -Don't judge, it's solely an idea that will never be put into play. It's a ridiculous and overdramatic way to say how I'm feeling.- The surface-y conversation here and there is becoming monotonous. I want that feeling of knowing how that person is and them knowing my mannerisms as well. So THEN we can go out to the world and paint it any color we want. I have been thriving to find someone here that shares my need for spontaneity, to simply share a delivered pizza with at 11 o' clock at night, or to go on silly adventures in spite of the moment without hesitation. In other words, I suppose I'm just saying that I miss my BEST friends dearly. My brain is rather unfamiliar with the word 'homesickness', but the more I linger around the word the worst it gets. In other OTHER words, I must be praising how well my summer went. Because indeed it was the summer to end all summers. But enough of this sobby riff raff. God of Tucson, tell the brilliant ones to step forth because I do not have the patience.

On, a side note: I DO love the people I'm meeting though, there's some tremendous potential out there. And as for the art kids, I can't get enough of them. By the way, I'm tired of not using my camera on almost a day to day basis like I did in the summer, my sister is wearing down Niko more than I am.