I have a lot of my own loose artwork and creative writing works sitting around unconnected to each other. I would love to find a way to connect them all, so I am definitely going to include as much of my own work as possible in this project.
However, I'd feel like I was cheating if I just used my own work. I could use more practice searching the web for other people's works that I enjoy.
I have been playing with the idea of finding other works that are similar to my own works. This way, I can make two separate remix projects and then splice them together for one ultimate re-mixture.
It would be a pretty awesome way of connecting myself to the rest of the world and immersing myself into this cool new"ish" online culture.
Here is a link to a small taste of my artwork:
http://ziggygoblin.deviantart.com/
They're from a few years ago, and they aren't the greatest examples, but they're something. I also created the two images that I have posted on this blog (the eye and the funky green-blue tornado-like picture) as well as the large picture of myself on the main homepage of my website: http://mason.gmu.edu/~ajone8
All right, and here are some silly little creative writing examples from a class I took in high school. I'm not a big fan of poetry but "sense poems" just brought something out in me:
Auditory
Flip of a Page
Baby thunder rumbling
With soft crinkles.
Finger-printed words
Whispering softly
The next line
Of a story.
Gustatory
Dancing with Peaches
Lips soaked with
Slippery flavor puddles
Of fruity flesh.
Sweet juice pockets
Sliced clean along teeth.
Tongue tripping
Over explosions of flavor.
Olfactory
Bad Breath
Foul rotting pods
Escaping into once clean air,
Infecting the norm,
Invading nostrils,
Testing politeness
Of a passerby.
Visual
Shelter for My Love
Smooth strands
Clinging to my fingers
Curl to thick wisps
Above pink ears.
A reddish gold field
Swaying with my hand,
My fingertips acting
As the wind.
His masculine face
Cradles to my chest in refuge,
As Mother Nature
Runs her fingertips
Harshly over my own body.
Tactile
One Last Hug
My hand held
By your gentle touch,
Fingers intertwining
Brushing each other’s
In a knuckled pattern.
Your eyes
Capture mine.
Soon our cheeks
Rub together softly
In this cold night air.
My tears tickle us both
As I break away.
One last hug…
And then goodbye.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
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