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The “Unreachable” Goal We watched the rats climb up from the sewers The time for action is now Flushed with pain but mostly blood These wounds, we are prepared to heal We grab our old and sick quotes Prepared to lash them out at any defense Our action are to help all And yet others have said no before The air is thin and cold As we approach the single goal In the distance we see it grow The red cross that we wish to share But we were blocked by a bitter foe It was the fat and the elephants They knew of the cross’s power They wanted it for themselves We fought and we tried to overcome But we were too weak, and they were too fat Both groups’ hearts stopped beating Leaving the cross to rot alone

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Click, Click, Click The torque is almost unbearable I know it looks fake But it’s better hidden Click, Click, Click The Force is like that of 1000 steeds I am wound I wound if the strain is worth it Click, Click, Click The bringer delivers yet again And yet again what is left hurts He leaves me realizing his mark Clcik, Click, Click There is no longer a reason to jam the gears I try to free them but it’s useless Me and the man of tin shout in unison Click...Click...Click...

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Trigonometry Undefined

No Answer

Does not exist The Bible

Our Purpose

God Lies

To Live

False Hope The Key to Happiless

To Enjoy

Optimistic Realist, That’s all...

Throughout the whole project when I was given a prompt I would draw blank. I wouldn’t be able to just unzip my brain on to the table. So often I would find that I was the last to get started, because i would spend so much time just thinking about what to do.

I would try to separate my piece from the prompt in my mind. Then I would write whatever was provoked after.

But in the end it usually could be related back to the original prompt. My favorite prompt was probably the one about shedding one’s skin in order to progress, at least that’s what I believe it was. And my favorite material was colored pencil and black paper, because it was very simple but the piece that resulted was my favorite.

During the surreal unit I decided to go with an idea that I thought might be difficult and not work. It was a piece in which my character looked like he had light bulbs screwed into his head. First off I wasn’t even sure if my idea was going to work as a piece. Then I had to trust that I would be able to custom wire two light bulbs in a fixture that would work. Next was the post production challenge that it presented. It was a difficult task in all, and a risk, but I am very glad I took it in the end.

I tend to create pieces that aren’t that busy. Maybe a few objects would be in the piece, but nothing really more than that, with the exception for one. And throughout I get a sense of irony in my work. It may be that I know what the work is symbolizing. But the actual meaning of all of them have some ironic twist on them in my head.

Envy Seven Deadly Sins Greek mythology Dreaming Perception Strength Revenge Video Games Social Networking Imminent nuclear threat Too many problems too little time Illustrated poem/song