Today.

      So today, I road my bike from Stow to Fryeburg. Out of curiosity, while I was biking against the wind in a wide open field, I fiddled around for my harmonica in my pocket, and just as I pulled it out, the breeze I was biking up against began to blow through my harmonica, and the harmonica began to virtually play itself. A deep and consistent drone of harmony. I placed the harmonica up against my ear to get a better listen, and as I reached the top of a hill, I slowly accelerated downward, faster and faster. On my ten speed, I crouched down low, pushed down hard on the pedals, and with my harmonica and my face low and close to the handlebars, the harmonica started to play its drone louder and louder, with great intensity.

Christopher.

Ten Pictures

Art FAIL

      Okay, so here I am talking about my art again..
 ANYWAYS. Here's an old piece I just came across not to long ago..

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The funny fact about this piece, is that it's actually a complete and utter failure.
      Okay, so I was doing the usual aerosol paint space themed gig, with an interesting attempt at creating an ocean, with a rising/setting planet/moon on the horizon.You can also see my attempt at clouds, where I had painted in white.. So anyway, I was letting the thing dry, obviously not very satisfied with it, that I had left a sheet of news paper over it. When I returned to it, a tad bit disappointing, I ripped off  what I could of the dried on news paper.. And VUALA!

      But I must say, I enjoyed what came out of it. Certainly it doesn't hold any real narrative, just being a big tangle of mistakes all in one. But I'd have to say for myself, that the news paper gave it some real depth.. Somehow..

      And that is why I say LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES! Because sometimes, they can give you some good insight... Or in my case, they can just look kinda cool.

Christopher.

Lysergic Acid Diethylamide

The 'Astromobile': Complete!

Rarely do I ever go through with these ridiculous ideas of mine, but I finally pulled through with one. With a little help from my friend Julie, I have completed.. THE ASTROMOBILE!! (That 'thing' I mentioned in that older post)

Gaze in wonder at these terrible quality pictures. (They do no justice)

Christopher.

One day..

There are days I could blog about ANYTHING. ..And then there are days like this where I can't think at all. It's the beginning of summer vacation, that beginning week where everything around me just STOPS... and then I realize "Hey, No more school!? I don't have to think anymore!". And it's almost as if my creative flow is on lock down.

In the meantime, I've painted you all this pretty picture.. of me..
Hope you enjoy it!

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Christopher.

Watch this.

http://vimeo.com/11414505

Painting with passion

So today, I discovered my almost-kind-of split personality. But the strange thing is, this personality only comes out of it's cave when I'm painting. When I paint, I tent to become complete and utterly fixated on what I'm working on. Any mistakes I make, any outside distractions of any kind, and I begin to curse like a mother-fuck (excuse my language). Today, my friend Anthony was being a compete and utter tool in front of me while I was painting, and all I wanted to do was pour my glass of paint thinner down his throat. Pretty extreme, eh? Well I didn't REALLY want to pour paint thinner down his throat, that would be absurd.. but it was a small idea of mine.. Now it's not like this is some big bottled up problem of mine, it's honestly all in good fun, but isn't painting supposed to bring me to a better place? Now there's no way in hell I'd ever give up painting, I love it too much, but it seems to me like it's some freaking bi-polar love-hate relationship I have with it, It completely calms me down one second, and drives me insane the next.

And that... make's it all the more better.

Christopher.

Jonesin'

I can proudly say that I have become much much more politically aware as these past few May Term weeks have passed. I'm currently in the class '1960's: Decade of Turmoil', with my teacher as Mr. Jones, And I can tell you this, NO ONE can teach a history lesson like he can..With as much passion, and as much heart as he. He likes to yell, but most of all, it is because he want's his students to UNDERSTAND. He want's them to empathize with the people of that generation, so they can really see what it must have been like then. I can say I've learned a lot from him, and in that, he's done his job. In fact, he has made me SO aware, so in tune, that just the other day, we were shown the entire 'I Have A Dream' speech, and I can honestly tell you this, it almost bought a tear to my eye. It was THAT powerful to me. Call me a pathetic hack, but Mr. Jones has brought light to me that our generation is no where near, and probably will never be as politically active as the youth were in the 1960's. He's made me realize how self indulgent and self aware our generation can be, and how we may never act upon any political injustices in our lifetime. This may be because we really have nothing to fight for, and we are well off the way we are. But this is not always true, where will always be some form of oppression, whether it is economical, or social. One example of current social oppression, is of Gay Rights. There are MANY issues involving Gay Rights. In fact, in many states it is a legal right to deny Gay's service, which I find to be very shocking. So there are still many things worth fighting for. But it all comes down to your decision, if your really going to fight them.

Christopher.