Old Sam

In fifty years I see myself still being one of the living. I hope to be happily married, however, if I am anything like my parents, I may not actually be happy. Just married. But, again... HOPEFULLY.. I'll be married. Have a few kids, still be healthy and have a semi okay figure, as well as a job I dont completely hate. Maybe I'll be an art teacher, if they get paid better.

I hope I dont look like my grandmother, she had 4 or 5 chins. ANd I dont want to look like my mom. I think Ill choose a different path.. :]

I think Ill have wrinkley, used hands, since I plan to continue being an artist up until im 50 or 60.

I tried uploading what my face would look like, but it said I needed to download java and I cant because it will mess with my computer. So I improvised...Hope thats ok.

<--So here is a picture of what I may look like... (although my dad seems to think this is just me on drugs)

Gray hair, saggy jowls. This will be me when I am 80, but Ill have nice shades of gray hair.

Semesters almost over! Maybe then I will use this blog as more then just a place for assignments. hmmmm

COLOR

To me, color is one of the most important things visually in our world. Without color life would be a dull and boring. Colors consist of primary, (red,blue,yellow) secondary (purple, green, orange) and tertiary colors (spelled wrong im sure) which is the mixing of colors in between the other groups. White is the absense of color, and black is all colors at once. (although black and white arent considered true colors) A tint is when you add white to a color, a shade is adding black and a hue is the distance a color is from white. You can mix any color theoretically, but adding complimentary colors gets a certain tone. Complimentary colors are green and red, blue and orange and purple and yellow. I feel I know a lot about color, because I love to paint and I love using color and mixing and layering. Also, in my highschool art classes, color sense was very important, which seems to be a benefit to me.

My favorite color is purple, any variant, but leaning more towards a plum. I really like this color because I find I lean towards this color when buying clothing, and it looks good with my skin. Not trying to be cocky. But thats my reasoning. Normally I didnt have a favorite color, only recently when my boyfriend wanted to buy me something did i throw it out there that purple was my favorite. The only exception is barney purple, which is obnoxious!

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This last question I am kind of confused on how to answer, but I really thought the food project and the way it was curated was interesting. Even though noone came to see the gallery, and it felt pushed back and the other teacher guy made our art seem inferior, i though the concept was fun, and I am glad my group won! I had already done a project on synesthesia my junior year in school, I wish I had that disorder. Sooooo cool. Maybe I could train my brain to do it. HA

The way an artist curates his show relates to his art pieces and how they are in relation to one another, I think. I cant remember the womans name, but she did the lard, soap and chocolate, and the way she curated her art was especially important, in fact it made up most of the show itself, having the knawed at block in one area and the remains, or boxes of chocolate and face care in another shop like area. I think all artists curate differently depending on their style.

A Kiss To Send Us Off

On November 11th, Tommy received news that he would be departing for Iraq the following week. Unfortunately, that gave him little time to say goodbye to his girlfriend, Sara, of four years.

Sara: "I don’t understand why you have to leave so soon. You said it wasn’t until next year, we made plans, and we were going to be together for Thanksgiving. "

Tommy:" I’m sorry. You know I don’t have a say in when I go, and if they need me then it’s my job to be there."

S: "There are others, why you?"

T: "Don’t say that, especially not today. So many men and women have fought to protect our country, today of all days you should know that. I’m fighting for those who have already and cant any more. I’m fighting to keep my home safe."

Tommy and Sara spend the rest of the week together, before Tommy is to be sent away. On their last day together they share one final kiss, and both of them wonder when they will ever see each other again.