Blockhead

Alright, here it is... my 3D self-portrait. Upon opening Blender, I saw a cube. This cube, I felt, had something in common with me. It is an inanimate geometric figure floating freely in a self-contained universe consisting only of a grid and itself. The cube passes through the grid without effort. As of late, I have felt like this cube. Recent events in my lif have left me feeling different, empty. I often feel like merely a shell of a body with nothing inside floating freely through space. I am a featureless object passing through grid after grid with not one being able to catch me. I modeled my cube to reflect how I feel lately, thus creating a work of minimalist self-portraiture. I decided to keep the grid in the photos, using the program as a part of my piece. I am now realizing how bleak and depressing my description may seem but I wanted to present something a little deeper than the usual student art entries.

I despise blender.

Reading 4: The New Aesthetic

The post from the tumblr that appealed to me was this: http://new-aesthetic.tumblr.com/post/47519909593/twitter-redcatco-we-live-in-a-world-where-even

The post appeals to me because it shows the new way our world is with the age of technology. A trashcan featuring a computer screen that displays ads on it can also display its error code. There's a certain feeling of self-awareness that people get when they see something like this. Similar to the feeling you get when you see a boot-up screen in a movie theater or a 404 page on a billboard. When one sees these things, they become aware of how saturated the new world is with technology and you can't help but laugh.

Un Chien Andalou Emulation

I chose to emulate quite possibly the most prolific work of surrealist cinema in the arthouse world, Un Chien Andalou. I've always been drawn to surrealist works of art because they offer a much different take on common conventions in the art world. I decided to use a sort of pseudo animation to create my emulation, blending elements of live action and animation to add even more of a surrealist feeling to the piece. I was inspired by a Japanese style I saw on the internet long ago (and unfortunately can not track down now) known as Gekki-mation, which popped up in the 1970's in a Japanese children's show. Gekki-mation used drawn and painted backdrops and props as well as a combination of people wearing life-sized drawings as costumes and actors.

Video Progress Update

Haven't done anything yet. Oops. I will be making some drawings for my video for secret reasons so I'll get those done today.

Diptych Animation With Sound

Diptych Animation

I was a little unsure on whether we were to use the animations to achieve the exact same image from the diptychs and therefore did something different while not using every single image from the diptych. Mine sucks, Richard's is cool.

Project 1: Diptych

Artist's Statement: The theme for the class was "fantasy and reality" so I wanted to present an image that would represent the fantasies in one's mind versus the stresses that we all think about day to day. The words we chose were "escape reality"; in my own life I often use video games, anime, and music as an escape from reality so I felt like I could use this project to accurately express what's going on in my own head. What Richard and I achieved is something truly personal within our work.

here's a short prose poem

I had a strange feeling today. I was touching my own hands and thinking about the evolution of man, how hands and fingers and arms and legs even came to be; and then I was struck with a feeling of self-awareness and something else... I couldn't tell if it was a realization of a complete and total absence of god, or a complete and total presence of god.

I

My name is Scott Baker.
I wear glasses,
I have reddish-blondish-brownish hair,
I have freckles
and a modest beard.

I am six foot one,
one hundred and eighty pounds.

I write poems about my problems
because I think they matter,
because I think I matter.

But I don't.

I matter to my friends and family,
but to you,
to the world,
to the universe...
to the fucking universe

I am a molecule.

Dust

There are no hills in Nebraska,
only dust
and flurries of snow in December.

I touched down alone.
In the plane
I saw helicopter search lights.

I told her about what I saw,
and she said
she didn't see a thing.

I asked her if she loved me,
and she said
she had only eyes for me.

I spent Christmas with her,
and she said
she couldn't be more happy.

We decorated the tree
and she
even let me hang the star.

We ate out every night
and she
wouldn't let me pay.

I exited the airport terminal
and she
cried for two hours.

I asked her if she loved me three years later
and she said
she didn't see a thing.

Bad Poem

So this poem is really pretty bad, I wrote it in like.... 30 seconds and I'm going to edit it as I type it on here so yeah.... it's kind of prose, by the way.

GRANT

When I went away to college, my parents sold my childhood home.
Nobody would buy it, so in an act of desperation they traded it for a mobile home and some amount of money.
The mobile home belonged to my eighth grade English teacher, Glenn Kenney.
He had four children, three boys and a girl,
I went to school with two of the boys.

In visiting my parents, I stay in what I presume to be one of the boys' former rooms.
I looked up at the ceiling today and carved into the cottage cheese was a name.
GRANT
There was a Grant in my high school,
he was an asshole to me and cemented in me my eternal hate for him and the name Grant.
He often spent time with the boys who lived here prior and therefore,
I can only assume it was his meaty, sweaty, sooty, fingers which scrawled his name into my parents' relatively new home.

Seeing this made me feel like he had some sort of personal malediction against my family and me.
How dare you desecrate our home with your filthy, poorly written name you unsophisticated scum?!
Obviously, he didn't do it out of any form of spite for me or my family due to the fact that this happened before my parents moved in,
but I like to think he did.

What brings someone to perform such an act in the first place?
You always gave my friends and me shit, Grant.
All you did was smoke weed and fuck with us after school,
and now I have to look at your ill-favored name on my ceiling.
GRANT

Last post I said to go to the myspace, but the facebook page for I Can See Everything is more active and attended to so........ go to that!
http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/I-Can-See-Everything/116413385040941?ref=ts

New Project

So my friend Victor and I decided to start an experimental music project based on my poetry which is a combination of spoken word and this kind of relaxing electronic music. Listen now please :)

http://www.myspace.com/icanseeeverythingmusic

Short

i invented a word for this one sentence poem. it has no title


The cold, biting air brings a welcome gift into my ensickened lungs.

Dry

I'm pretty much out of old poems, but I'll post more as I write new ones.

Bad

i really like this, but it's pretty bad haha

I'm Fragile

Paper mouth

Paper teeth

Paper tongue


Paper eyes

Paper ears

Paper mind


Paper heart

Paper lungs

Paper ribs


Paper stomach

Paper bowels

Paper shit.

Strange

i was going to post a different poem, but i decided it was more of a rambling than a poem. so here's this other one.

Entity

A thousand suns and a thousand moons
Circling my very existence
I am no longer human
I feel as if I am something greater
Something more than that which is known as all
I feel as if an entity
I exist between two planes
And I walk freely within both
A thousand suns and a thousand moons

Not A Poem

This Is Anything But A Poem

I wish there was something I could write about you
I wish there was anything
Anything to write about this situation
But there's not
There are no words gracefully flowing forth from my fingertips
Just FUCKS and SHITS barreling out of my mouth
You and I had it good
And I fucked it up
That's all there is to say
The only thing to possibly even begin to say
Is today is the day I lose myself.

Body

i actually really like this poem even though it's dumb. it doesn't have a title

I need a human body
So that I may carve it hollow
Climb my way within its ribs
And live inside of it
Finishing out my days
Vicariously through this new
Body