This is a temporary end.

I have loved blogging while it lasted but as of today I do not have internet access at home, this will last for 4 months. My blogging will be only now-and-then for a while. I am leaving this city to go home, and I will deeply miss everyone I know here and the life I have here. Living with people will never happen again and although I was never in love with the idea at the time, now that is over, I will moss them all and this way of life. It is sad. I feel like I will have two lives, I do have two lives, neither are the same and no one in on this earth crosses over into both. It happened briefly three times, but  that was not enough to prevent me from feeling like I am leaving this life for another. I will be back.

It is a sad day.

Why?

I am leaving.

I will not see them for a while.

I did not get in. 

I don't have one yet.

I am out of paté.

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Another definition question. Maturity. Seriously what does that mean? I think it has a different meaning for everyone and that is totally valid. Whose to say what is and is not mature. Obviously there are the occasional commonalities, but really, who chooses what one can do and still be considered mature and vise versa. I guess the discrepancy is more apparent in what is immature than what is mature, we all know it is mature to admit to being wrong and to help someone out with nothing in return, but immaturity, what is that? Is it immature to laugh loudly in public? Is it immature to make a funny face? I think a lot of the times people who have made the self-proclamation of being mature people, confuse silliness, frivolity and acting crazy as immature behaviour, when really this is so open for debate, who are they to say this is immature. Now intellectual maturity is another thing. Have you only reached maturity once you are able to communicate your feelings well with spoken word, or once you feel confident in crowds, for example,  and are the lack of those characteristics in a person not just as legitimate as having them? Maybe, maybe not, I don't know yet for sure either. Being able to develop your thoughts and a state of awareness of oneself are mature qualities, do we all agree? But isn't someone who goes around accusing others of being immature for simply committing acts that they themselves would never do an immature person themselves? It seems in some weird backwards way that "mature" people can't always understand where others are coming from and when they do not understand something in another person, they ill-accuse the quality to be immaturity. I do not mean to sound as though I am opposed to maturity, because that would just be silly, but I simply think we all need to question what the word means to us and realize there are legitimate variations on the term. Is this a fair request, I think so. Right now, at this moment in time, maturity for me means knowing who you are and being fully comfortable with that, but in a way that come so naturally that you are completely unaware of this thoughts presence, because the moment you cling to  your own sense of maturity, you lose a little piece of it. 

Do we actually still make that?

Polyester shirts? Really? Why? Have we not advanced enough in fashion to stop the practice of creating fibre's from chemicals to wear on our bodies? With the concern for the environment and the movement towards organic foods, I would have thought we would have discontinued the use of man-made fibre's in garment making for the more beautiful fibre's which grow naturally; linen, cotton, silk, rayon (well it is sort of natural). I can understand the need for synthetics in leggings, shoes, waterproof clothing and other such garments, but what is the need for a polyester dress shirt?  "Oh yes please. I do think I would like to wear a plastic bad around my torso so my skin cannot breathe ad I look like an idiot, thank you". Ummmm not!

And Sorry "Glamour" is what exactly?

I just had to explain the meaning of glamour to a boy I know whose second language is English and did not understand the meaning of the word. Everyone in the room used me as an example of what the meant, which obviously flattered me intensely, but then began to think about what the word "glamour" really means? It is such a general term. The dictionary says that glamour is the exciting quality that makes things special, but this is even to general for me, partly because people and there lifestyles, not things, are glamourous. I do not expect to find a definite answer right now, because the only thing I can do is to give examples of what glamour is and is not. A beautiful woman in a vintage gown smoking extra long cigarettes with a fancy hat placed delicately upon her well coiffed hair is glamourous. A black and white movie star strutting down a red carpet wearing a couture gown and covered in diamonds is glamourous. Sadly these images are reminiscent of years gone by because it seems today people choose sex appeal over glamour with the misconception that they are indeed portraying glamour and beauty instead. Glamour does not mean showing skin. Glamour is not being rich. Glamour is not being prudish. Glamour is not being sexually provocative. To me being glamourous means being sophisticated, not in an intellectual way, but rather just simply in your presence as a human being, your finesse and style in the way you live your life, and being able to allow yourself to naturally and consistently portray a lifestyle that shows more elegance than the day to day lives of most people, but most definitely in a non-proud way, as if it is so natural you hardly notice its existence. 

Seriously, you too?

Why does everyone back home also want to learn French? It won't make me so special anymore. Ugh!

A beautiful photo I wanted you to see.

I just came across this photograph, (I believe it is a Gucci advertisement) and I thought is was so fabulous I wanted to share it with all of you bloggers. The blouse is nice (seeing there really are no bottom garments, that is all one can say) and the shoes and wonderful, but that is not why I like this picture so much. I don't care what it is advertising. The composition is amazing, and the reflection turns it into something stunning. Her hair and facial expression is just plain fantastic. I would only wish the top of her head had not been cut off by the edge of the photo. Perhaps the photographers error, or just a google image cropping error from the original. I would like to think the latter. 

Quick thoughts before bed.

No one really knows who I am. I am mis-understood a lot. But not in that lame teenaged-angst woe-is-me, type if way. My personality is such that I knowingly perpetuate this thinking in other people. I don't really like that. I like the alternative even less. I am too scared of being rude. 

I am funny. I am artistic. I am so much more. 

Oops...I spoke too soon.

To the contrary of a previous post, I do not know what art is.I want to. I need to. I love you art. I have an obsession with art stronger than anything else. In the past, I have created works of art solely without meaning, rather I made visually pleasing images. I thought art was meant for entertainment and not to provoke thought amongst viewers. I still agree with this, but now I think I agree with the opposite as well. More and more I want to create work of art that have voices within the canvas fibre. New young voices that are saying things no other canvas is saying. I like to adding text with images, which I should have known instantly creates meaning. I now do. The alphabet is a series of artfully created images, that have an assumed meaning behind them, and when placed together in a certain commonly accepted sequence, their meaning becomes blatant. I once thought I could be like Andy Warhol, a creator of images, who simplified the art making process almost into nothing.  I am not so sure that is what he did. Or did he? I know he was a fascinating and complex man who wanted to make a commentary of American values and the concept of celebrity. What was his commentary exactly, I think need to keep looking. I want to be my own artist, but I want to understand Warhol, an important revolutionizer of art. Meaning behind art seems to be a recent practice. It was not until the painting of the railroad workers in the 19th century that artwork with subjects other than nobility and landscapes replicated with photographic quality were produced. In a sense I think I will always lean toward the "art is for entertainment" side. I listen to music for the beat, not for the words. I go the theatre to enjoy myself, not for social commentary. I look at art to please my eye's. Is it hypocritical (high-pocrytical) to want to create art with meaning, but not to want to have to deal with meaningful art from other people? For now this is what I will think, and if my art has meaning, then so be it, if is doesn't, aslo so be it. The End. 

Well that rambled. 

The secret life of a blogger.

So my blog is getting out there. Initially I wanted it to be a private thing, but I told one person, which turned into three and now who knows how many of my friends know. There are somethings on here I was not ready for friends to know about me, but I guess this is good way to get it all out there. I am scared, I am thrilled. I just hope those of you reading this that I actually know, will come back to read more, but don't make fun of me for what you read. Thanks. Peace out! (I don't really talk like that.)

This is fashion done in the wrong way.

When I was in the mall yesterday and saw this woman's shirt I couldn't help but wonder what she could have been thinking when she bought such a hideous garment. I know it seems cruel or mean, but bad fashion simply can not be tolerated in today's world. If the polyester fiber's were not bad enough, the pattern made my eye's sting. It was reminiscent to 20th century modern artist Piet Mondrian's works of geometric shapes (shown in the far left image), maybe she is such an avid fan of his she wanted to wear one of his paintings, or maybe she has a blind clown for a stylist, who really knows?

A High Fashion Slideshow Set to Music

 This is a compilation of high fashion photographs, which I have put together and set the song "Supermodel" by the famous Club Kid and cross-dressing entertainer, RuPaul. I hope you enjoy the photo's. 

Sometimes I embarrass myself.

Last week I was on the bus listening to music from my MacBook, which, just to be clear, I do not usually carry around pretending it is an mp3 player, but the bus ride was very long and I wanted something good to listen to. I settled into my seat, opened up the computer, put my headphones on and clicked play on one of my favourite songs; a early 90's dance tune, with a very bouncy beat, something I do not want the general public knowing I like. But for some reason my headphones were super quiet and I could barley hear anything, so I kept turning the music up louder and louder and I noticed more and more people beginning to look at me, and I was like "what?". Then I looked down to see the cord for my headphones dangling beneath my seat, not attached to anything! I quickly pulled them from my ears only to hear the song blasting from the computers speakers for everyone to hear. I was mortified, but secretly thrilled at the attention I had given myself. 

My newest hobby--Fashion design.

I have recently begun the hobby of fashion design. I have about ten outfits designed so far, all of which are all woman's-wear, as this is easier for me to create right now, but I would love to be able to get into men's-wear, as currently this is lacking any sort if artistic design or visual interest. Woman have so many more options in their clothing choices than men do. I find what I draw, is what I wish more woman dressed like. It is a reflection of what I try to achieve in my own outfits, only changed into woman's clothing. My style is one that combines classic design with distinct and current trends in a fresh modern way. For my designs I love using the puff-sleeve and high-waisted pencil skirts. The bit of ruffle at the hem is something I came up with and I feel the off-set buttons add subtle visual interest. The bias cut fabric is perfect for a pencil skirt which needs to be fitted, but stretch just enough to allow for easy walking (haha, I am acting as if I have worn before, which I have not). As usual, I could not allow myself to consider creating a skirt that went below the knee-cap. I will put some more designs up as I create them. Some are good, some are bad and some are just plain fantastic.

Washroom snack machine?

Okay, I am sorry, is this funny or is this funny? Yes I did do this, but I will sadly admit that it was not my idea originally. I was in a washroom a while back and saw this type of hand-dryer with these steps: 1) Push Button 2) Get Bacon 3) Eat Bacon, written for each of the pictures and I thought it was hilarious. (Step two seemed a little redundant so I cut it out for my own version.) Ever since that day I have been carrying around a Sharpie marker waiting to come across this model of hand-dryer again, and today was the day I found one, in a Chapters washroom downtown. I was totally excited about being able to do it and I am now going to make it my personal mission to convert all of the lame hand-dryers visual instructions in to hilarious works of witty art every single time I come across one with a marker in hand. Which I will always carry hoping to complete this important task.

A few thoughts on my own Artwork.

This is a piece I created as part of a class I was taking in university. My idea was to continue my love for pop art and pay homage to my favourite pop artists by combining and reworking some of there well known works and adding in a few of my own images. The Campbell's Soup Can and the General Mao are works by Andy Warhol while the Untitled Girl in the top corner is piece by Roy Liechtenstein. Twiggy and the rendition of the Roman Coliseum are my own creations. Although I generally make art for the purpose of entertainment and not to provoke thought, there are a few things I feel this painting is saying. It is a comment on culture, power and the ways in which people attain power or are granted power. Mao, obviously the largest image in the compilation, is a representation of how he had the most power in his time. As communist leader of China in the 1960's, Mao had a huge amount of power and global influence, but this power was self-proclaimed and self-attained, not granted or given to him, and this is why I have put him in the background. He was famous, but people did not like him or respect his power. Twiggy, on the other hand, was a famous fashion model in the 1960's and her celebrity was granted by the people. She was and still is adored by the public as a fashion icon, but I made the image of her transparent, as a symbol not necessarily of her character in particular but in the false sense of power and influence we give celebrities in general, and how their power is completely at the will of the common people. The reason behind the hot pink ancient ruins was more of visual interest than deep meaning. When we think of the coliseum, we think old crumbling stones and I wanted to modernize these ruins by "pop-artifying" them and bringing them into todays world. In a way the painting also shows a passage of time from left to right with each image being a little later in time.  Tell me what you think of my art and what this image mean to you. Keep looking out more of my work in this blog in the future. 

Some of my new art creations.

This past year my view on art and what I want to create has grown exponentially . I have always had an interest in art and have always painted, but this year I have have begun to find my own style, I now know what I like and what I don't more than never. I am creating works of art that I love and new idea's are always pouring into my head. I am not afraid to try something new and be my own kind of artist. I have recently tried mark-making techniques (shown in the image to the right) and painting with objects rather than brushes and I have used stencils to put relevant text amongst my images. I have enjoy painting on objects like shoes, suitcases and clothes. I have idea's to begin adding magazine cut-outs of fashion photography and attaching actual objects such as paint brushes, shoes, clothes and other found objects directly onto the canvas. I am now thinking beyond what has been expected of artists for centuries and exploring the new and unlimited ways of creating visual masterpieces. Look around for some of my works on the web and in this blog, and I hope soon to get some more of it into local galleries.