Here are some pictures of Art & Flea

HEY, guise, I did start that post on my trip. I didn't finish it, because I can't finish anything.
I will, eventually. Here is a preview–

Anyways, yesterday I went to Art & Flea, an event I usually go to frequently, but I've been busy so this was my first one of the summer. I hung out with Friend Amila who I haven't seen in over a year. We actually went to my house beforehand just to visit my golden retriever because she adores dogs, and likes Bart more than she likes me. Sadly I have no picz of her loving my dog, but here we go–

 Buff was there, too. She joined the bowtie club after some deliberation over whether or not she would look exactly like me after purchasing one.

Jhunette was selling her beautiful clothing for five dollars or less and I snagged a velvet shirt dress. Actually, Amila snagged it for me, because the only cash I had was a bag of change of varied denominations which added up to about 6.75, but Jhune looked like she was going to throw up when I brought it out so Amila just paid for it. FRIENDSHIP.

These are actually puppies. No people in these pics.

And as usual, there were Fresh Café tables covered in large white sheets of paper for doodlin' purposes.

Ilana drew a very professional blind contour drawing of my face. Very accurate.

 Yes

Amila tried to play with a kendama and managed to catch it a few times. I managed to whack myself with the ball and then put it down before I hurt someone.

Caelan here actually dressed up for the A&F theme, which was 'Into The Wild' this month. I don't own any animal print, but there was enough cat fur covering the black parts of my clothing that I should have gotten the one dollar discount.

HEY, there was a new cool thing at Art & Flea this time. The two dudes who I am picturing below were set up at a table with two type writers, heavyweight paper/envelopes, and an enormous binder of vintage stamps. You could dictate or write out a letter to someone and they typed it out for you, addressed it, and allowed you to pick out 40 cents worth of vintage stamps. They actually take these letters to the post office and send them (after explaining to the postal service that yes, these are real unused stamps, they're just archaic). The best part is that they did this for free. It seems a little hipster, yes, but the fact that these guys didn't charge anyone or give pretentious lectures on how physical typography is some sort of dying art made it awesome.

Ilana and I sent letters to each other. Hers was written only in haikus and mine addressed her wiener dog as the Patron Saint of Buffenshire. The dudes said our letters were the most creative ones they had seen in a while, and I can't wait till they show up in our mailboxes.

I can't remember the name of their website or blog, but it was stamped at the bottom of our letters so I will post that eventually. Part of me really wants to invest in a typewriter before they disappear, but I should really save up for camera equipment instead.

Also, I ran into VICKY and DANTE and DANTE'S TWIN SISTER TAJA here. None of them wanted their picture taken, that much is visually evident.

As evident as my broken autofocus.

That's it for Art & Flea. Today I hung out with Best Friend Maya for the last time before she leaves for college and we made blueberry pie. I forgot to take a picture of it in it's entirety, oops, but here's a sort of grody picture of the remains.

Yeah we ate most of it today.

Maya's not-so-secret identity is The Pie Queen, and with good reason; everything she bakes is delicious. She taught me how to make crust and was scrutinizing the texture of the dough and I really couldn't tell if my dough was too wet or too dry or WHAT. Baking is science!

We also watched The Breakfast Club and hung out with my cat.

Floof

And Maya has a genuine talent for switching from her Model Status Face to a terrifyingly goofy expression in a fraction of a second.

But really I will miss this chick. HAVE FUN WITH HIGHER EDUCATION, DUDE.

Okay, I'm going to actually finish my trip post eventually. Maybe.

Until then,

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I'm sorry I went into a creative coma

HELLO!

So I stopped posting a while before I left on my college tour/family visit trip, and I apologize to my ENORMOUS FANBASE for my absence. Really. How did you live without me. 

I want to recount my adventures in New York, Rhode Island, Connecticut, Oklahoma, and Los Angeles, and I would love to do so with illustrations, but here's the thing– 

I didn't take any pictures.

That's sort of an overstatement, because I did instragram from time to time (I did so from my mother's smart phone and my iPad. I still don't get how it works, having a Dumb Phone) and I took about four rolls of black and white film. I can't show you the film pictures yet, for obvious reasons. I took a very small amount of digital pictures on the east coast, and when I got to Los Angeles to visit my dad, I tried downloading them and found that my SD card malfunctioned and I lost everything. Hooray!

The weird part is, I didn't even care. I didn't take too many pictures on my digital, and for some reason while I was wandering through NYC with my mother, gawking at the size and closeness of the buildings, or trying not to run into people, I really didn't have an impulse to document what I saw. I saw a lot of things worth photographing, but I just wanted to observe things with my organic lens for a change. I did use up the film that I brought because it has always been easier for me to document things in film, but I sort of just wanted to, I don't know, exist? It seems a little ironic that I went on a trip to a place completely foreign to me to look at colleges I'm interested in so I can study photography and I really didn't feel like whipping out my camera.

So here's the only trip photo you get so far. I took it in my nine hour flight delirium.

Can u tell.

I really am going to write about my trip IN MY NEXT POST but I sort of wanted to get back into the swing of things before doing heavy writing. I also haven't been writing for the past month or so.

Throw me out the window  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

AND NOW, AN OUTFIT POST, BECAUSE WHEN I'M STRESSED I PLAY DRESS UP.

Shiny Jacket, Shiny Silver Striped Shirt, Shiny Leg Warmers, Shiny Boy's Dress Shoes; Thrifted, bitch.

Fake Leather Skirt; H&M, Tights; Macy's, probably

Rings; Found, handmade, gifted, indie vendors, Makeup; Urban Decay palette

The nail polish is weird iridescent green/purplish shit by OPI called Significant Other Color 

I'm sporting a very impressive bitchface in these pics. I don't usually like using colour isolation but the colours on our back porch are atrocious, and there is blue painters tape near the bottom of the frame because we are in the process of staining the wood. ANYWAYS, I found this incredibly wonderfully gaudy jacket thing at a thrift store in Oklahoma for around five dollars, I think. The colours match my hair so precisely it's like the Goddess of Thrift herself led me to it. I'm extremely upset I have to give up my unicorn hair when school starts. It has become an extension of myself and I'm going to feel almost abnormal when I dye it black again.

One thing about technicolour hair that I didn't completely expect is that it increases the chances of strangers talking to you by 200%. These encounters don't always entail polite compliments from passersby (although I received a plethora of those), and I can think of two distinct unpleasant instances–

Account 1: I was walking down a set of stairs at Ala Moana near Nordstrom, and if you know where I'm talking about you'll know that this isn't a particularly secluded or sectioned off area of the mall. I shuffled quickly passed this large, oldish dude wearing a blue-tooth and he immediately yelled, "WELL LOOK AT THAT HAIR, ISN'T THAT ATTRACTIVE. HEY, WHERE YOU GOIN', COME BACK HERE. SLOW DOWN. LET'S TALK." Then loud chortling ensued, and I walked quickly away from this guy. There were people around! But that was still terrifying! I don't have many encounters with boys or men trying to hit on me, but when I do, it's always abnormally frightening. GO FIGURE.

Account 2: While standing in the middle of a (very uncrowded) sidewalk in NYC, I was taking a picture of a building and a crotchety old man holding two very large trash bags bustled past me and said (as crotchet-ly as possible), "WHAT, IS IT HALLOWEEN ON YOUR PLANET? GET OUT OF THE WAY WHEN YER TAKIN' PICTURES." I was actually a little stunned and didn't know whether to laugh or be offended. 

Alright, I'll leave you with this weird thing I drew in Los Angeles and it's not finished yet.

Tomorrow I'm posting picture of clothing I want to sell on Facebook and I will write about my trip on here.

THANKS,

–ME

ps

no, i didn't talk about art dump. i will when i am ready. 

An update and some Scanography

HELLO, So I thought I should post what I've actually completed so far in Art Dump Land, but I'm tired and don't feel like doing that right now. Right now I'm just going to share some "photos" I took with my scanner this evening. I've played with using my scanner as a camera before. Here's a self portrait I took in ninth grade–

Pretty cute, yes. This time I was darker in my approach to scanography.
First I tried to create some sort of narrative (which I think just spawned from the first objects that I could tie connections between in my room).

Draw from that what you will, the more important images are as follows..
I've been thinking of ways to visualize my thought process and how it almost perpetually sounds like there are multiple versions of myself talking at once. Not thinking, but talking, out loud. I will be having a conversation with someone in person but, internally, a complete different exchange is occurring. When I've finished speaking a sentence to someone out loud, the phrase reverberates in my inner ear, repeating like a skipping CD, like reading a sentence you've just sent to someone on chat over and over again. There will be silence between me and someone else in a room, and I will speak to them with my mind, and they will speak back with phantom words that will never actually exist.
And even when I am alone, my thoughts are jittery, garbled images and words, both broken film reels from the past and staticky visions of the future.

This image pretty accurately represents how the inside of my head feels a lot of the time. Truly, existence feels this dire, this stark, this apocalyptic. Part of me is deeply regretting the art project I've started. It's taking up way too much of my time, time that I thought I had to fill. I thought the stress would be good, that it would encourage me to work on all the other tasks I've lined up for the summer, but honestly it's just hindering me at some point. I'll probably have to postpone a lot of the projects until the very end of August.

WOO Yeah this is quite a heavy post so I'll end with a picture of me chasing after a Penny Board because I can't stay on a skateboard to save my life.

FRICK

Good Evening,

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More mosquitos / Awkward picnicking

HELLO! I did the following shoot on Wednesday and have been trying to juggle various art tasks so I'm only posting them today. Ms. U, the photo teacher, usually dumps her camera corpses on me, knowing I will hoard them with delight, but she has kept a particular box of dysfunctional lenses, mostly for enlargers but including some glorious 50 mm Nikkor lenses, to be used as props. She hasn't figured out what to do with them yet, so I asked if I could take them on a shoot (in the forest, of course. Inspiration only strikes in the forest).
I've had an image in my head for most of the year, and it requires hanging these lenses from trees with a model standing in the middle of them, partially holding a magnifying glass over their face and thus enlarging one of their eyes. However, the more I thought about the effort of finding an area with enough overhanging brancehs, tying clear cords around these lenses, hanging them from trees, all while battling the Whining Exsanguinators, the less I wanted to carry that out. Maybe someday, but here is what I came up with. I didn't have a clear idea of how every image was going to turn out after editing, but I ended up with photos evoking wanderlust and mystery (hopefully!)
ANOTHER THING: There were mosquitos here. Swarms, clouds, legions of mosquitos. We didn't have any functioning bug spray for me to bring, so I give ten million thanks to Sarah for modeling for me for the umpteenth time, this time in extremely unsavory conditions. Due to the amount of bugs invading her facespace in conjunction with an extreme hatred for insects, Sarah screamed so loudly and so frequently that any nearby hikers probably thought I was murdering multiple women and/or boys who have not hit puberty.
For the love of art.

The picture of the lenses in the briefcase is probably my favorite image that I've created to date. It wasn't that difficult to make, it just involved a lot of layers and changing the perspective of the individual pictures of Sarah's eyes. Hopefully they look realistically proportioned, which would add to the surrealism.

Next up, I'm going to recap my Fourth of July which will probably mortify its participants, Vicky and Dante. 

These are soon-to-be-sophomores who knew who I was before I knew they existed. That is to say, they noticed me from afar around 'Iolani and developed admiration for my ostentatious fashion and disposition, and then I instilled fear in them when I actually made social contact with them. This amuses me, and I'm mentioning this not from the mindset of an egomaniac, but from a sympathizer. I constantly fan-girl over my peers, and I only end up actually talking to them half the time, and when I do that familiar cycle of anxiety over the nuances of my conversational skills sets in and I feel like peeing myself.

So I forced these dudes to go on a picnic with me at Pu'u 'Ualaka'a Park (I never attempt to say this out loud) on top of Tantalus, partially to make friendship, and partially to show that I am a normal neurotic teen and not someone to idolize (or fear, I think they are still afraid of me after this, perhaps because I chose a park that can only be reached by driving up the windiest and narrowest road on the island, slightly over the speed limit, seriously thanks guys you were troopers).

This was an intense picnic. There was prosciutto and goat cheese and pâté made from chicken liver, courtesy of Dante's trip to Safeway. And the three of us were atrocious at making conversation, probably because I forgot to make convo topic flashcards (this is the private school way of socializing, obvi). Our topics ranged from cannibalism to the fact that the forested areas on Tantalus are perfect for discreetly dumping a body. I am excited to have new friends, and next time we'll do something that doesn't include skirting the edge of a precipice in a Prius.

I didn't think he would actually wear my DIY flower crown for the duration of the pique-nique

"Can we camera-whore the entire time," Dante asked. Yes, of course. That is the only way. But Vicky was not very compliant

"NO"

"Why is this happening"

I did get a moment of clarity, though!

Maybe not here.

Thanks for trusting me enough even though it might have seemed like I was going to murder you guys deep in the pit of nature and harvest your organs for the black market. 

And thank u for readin' this. I wrote a shitty thing in my journal last night, although it was my first entry in a while. Maybe I'll come up with something interesting to post soon.

Until then,

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