I just got an e-mail from the School magazine people. They wanted me to write a short bio with my interests in it so they could put it in the book itself. Oh, and a list of my accepted works and what inspired me to create them. So.. what exactly does one write?
This was what I ended up sending in:
I was born at a very young age, grew up, and now I'm attending SLCC for my A.A. in Humanities and an A.S. in General Studies which I'll be recieving this Spring. Depending upon who you talk to I'm either an extremely wise and old soul with knowledge beyond my years, or a young unexperienced girl making my way about the world for the first time. I'd like to think that I'm the first one (I'm prideful and stubborn like that), but I'm pretty sure I'm inbetween the two in my quest to become a better human being. My interests include researching history, reading, men that seemingly don't exist, collecting masks, techno music, the arts, stand up comedy, taiko drums and splendid conversation over a good cup of coffee. Ask me if I like philosophy and I will demonstrate the most horrified and disgusted face you have ever seen, I promise.
I am responsible for the following pieces: Troubled Angel, Busy Day, Victory, and Unrequited Desire.
Troubled Angel was a statuary piece that I found in the National Gallery of Germany in Berlin. It's an inspiring piece in person, located right next to a floor to ceiling window where the piece stares out onto the city with a sad expression. I named this peace originally "Troubled Angel of Peace" because the laurel wreath in her hand and her forlone expression. Since the world has only known a total of four years without known war or conflict, I imagine that a true angel of peace would also be holding such a symbol of power to the side and wondering why we humans continue to treat each other the way that we do.
Busy Day was taken from a laregish bridge over one of the busiest canals in Venice on my way the Rioalto Grande. I chose to take this picture because I wanted to share with others that the Venice I knew wasn't empty canals with a gondolier drifting with two masked lovers. No, indeed the entire city brims with life every day and I have never been in love with anything more than I have with Venice.
Victory, on the flipside was a set of statuary pieces that I found in the Ancient Greek wing of the Altes Museum of Museum Island. Victory, sometimes sweet and sometimes very bitter, but nonetheless a great motivator of mankind throughout the ages. Each of these pieces were actually several hundred years apart from the other's creation, but they still carry the meaning that victory holds for us today.
Unrequited Desire was a piece that I wrote for multiple reasons. We've all felt the sting of loving someone that we are certain will never return the sentiment or know of our feelings. If not, you are a lucky bastard and I can most certainly say that I've never had the pleasure of experiecing your ignorance of the subject. Some British doctors are even now working to get the condition entered as an actual physical ailment because of the multiple symptoms that take such a toll on it's sufferers. So to exorcise a demon or two I decided to write this for in fun of myself and other hopeless romantics out there that may also need to take a break and realize that perhaps it isn't the end of the world when they cannot express their love to that certain someone. With my luck I'm certain the man that haunted my dreams and heart for years will also read this and chuckle from time to time. He'll never know that it was my utter exhaustion from the feelings I had for him that inspired the piece. Kharma is a bitch like that.
This was what I ended up sending in:
I was born at a very young age, grew up, and now I'm attending SLCC for my A.A. in Humanities and an A.S. in General Studies which I'll be recieving this Spring. Depending upon who you talk to I'm either an extremely wise and old soul with knowledge beyond my years, or a young unexperienced girl making my way about the world for the first time. I'd like to think that I'm the first one (I'm prideful and stubborn like that), but I'm pretty sure I'm inbetween the two in my quest to become a better human being. My interests include researching history, reading, men that seemingly don't exist, collecting masks, techno music, the arts, stand up comedy, taiko drums and splendid conversation over a good cup of coffee. Ask me if I like philosophy and I will demonstrate the most horrified and disgusted face you have ever seen, I promise.
I am responsible for the following pieces: Troubled Angel, Busy Day, Victory, and Unrequited Desire.
Troubled Angel was a statuary piece that I found in the National Gallery of Germany in Berlin. It's an inspiring piece in person, located right next to a floor to ceiling window where the piece stares out onto the city with a sad expression. I named this peace originally "Troubled Angel of Peace" because the laurel wreath in her hand and her forlone expression. Since the world has only known a total of four years without known war or conflict, I imagine that a true angel of peace would also be holding such a symbol of power to the side and wondering why we humans continue to treat each other the way that we do.
Busy Day was taken from a laregish bridge over one of the busiest canals in Venice on my way the Rioalto Grande. I chose to take this picture because I wanted to share with others that the Venice I knew wasn't empty canals with a gondolier drifting with two masked lovers. No, indeed the entire city brims with life every day and I have never been in love with anything more than I have with Venice.
Victory, on the flipside was a set of statuary pieces that I found in the Ancient Greek wing of the Altes Museum of Museum Island. Victory, sometimes sweet and sometimes very bitter, but nonetheless a great motivator of mankind throughout the ages. Each of these pieces were actually several hundred years apart from the other's creation, but they still carry the meaning that victory holds for us today.
Unrequited Desire was a piece that I wrote for multiple reasons. We've all felt the sting of loving someone that we are certain will never return the sentiment or know of our feelings. If not, you are a lucky bastard and I can most certainly say that I've never had the pleasure of experiecing your ignorance of the subject. Some British doctors are even now working to get the condition entered as an actual physical ailment because of the multiple symptoms that take such a toll on it's sufferers. So to exorcise a demon or two I decided to write this for in fun of myself and other hopeless romantics out there that may also need to take a break and realize that perhaps it isn't the end of the world when they cannot express their love to that certain someone. With my luck I'm certain the man that haunted my dreams and heart for years will also read this and chuckle from time to time. He'll never know that it was my utter exhaustion from the feelings I had for him that inspired the piece. Kharma is a bitch like that.


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