Sunday, December 6, 2009
Okay so it's been a long time since Halloween but I finally got Ashlee to take a picture of my best costume ever. This baby won me first place in the costume contest at this year's art auction. Behold: It was my home made version of Bjork's 2001 dress at the Oscars, as seen below.Thank you, Bjork, for being the most ridiculous person in the world. And for this as well...
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
This is my t shirt design for the sale.
Last semester Drive By Press came and printed t shirts from woodblocks. We thought it was so cool that we decided to do the same thing for this sale. I like the idea a lot. So, today I tested it out on my own and made Spike a shirt. It's a little light but good for my first try.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Disclaimer: this upcoming week will be filled with shameless self promotion. I started printing on little Moleskine sketchbooks... journals... notebooks... whatever. Each one is different than its brother.
My favorite so far:All my love,
PS Please come to the sale. You won't be disappointed. I promise. Thursday 6-9, Friday 10-7. Come.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Okay. I'm still at school. Still going strong at 4:30 AM. I'm just so excited about my new prints. See?
I've made 10 so far. Each has a different sentence I've found in old books (this one is not from a book, it's from Rilo Kiley). This is what the others say:
- The carrot had help too.
- It was, in short, a time when Eskimo Pies were not to be sneezed at in the marketplace.
- Meat! We are going to eat some meat.
- prepare yourself for a juicy thing.
- and not even the Bolsheviks could frighten people away from the era of wonderful nonsense.
- "And I do not think," said the Canadian
- "I'm smart to a point," he said without spirit
- You haven't forgotten your lemonade
- the midget marched off fifteen more yards and called back, "How do I smell from here?"
PS the annual print sale is next Thursday and Friday, the 19th and 20th of November. These and all sorts of other beauties will be for sale. For cheap, cheap, cheap. So are you coming or what?
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
If you think for one second that I could find THIS and not post it, you're wrong. Girl With The Pearl Earring lego style. Brilliance.
PS Back for round 2 Randy Watts? Fine. Thanks for killing my voting excitement, residents of Logan.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
It's the happiest day of the year! Election Day. I love Election Day. Probably mostly because no one has ever made up a song for the holiday containing a fictional character who magically comes to life and creepily dances around with children or guides a fat man to safety with his cold red nose. Election Day always brings back some of my favorite parts of my life. It reminds me of the time that Jessie and I stayed up late the night before Election Day blowing up red, white, and blue balloons so that we could secretly decorate the apartment with streamers and patriotism and watch the confusion of our roommates in the morning. No big deal, neither of us were registered to vote in Logan. So what else were we supposed to do but have an all-American dinner: hot dogs, apple pie, and root beer. It also reminds me of my funniest year of high school when my friend, Brooke, and I made a different politically themed t shirt every day of third quarter. My favorite said, "Aaron Burr is my homeboy". And then I think of when Mr. Ochoa nearly cried when we ceremoniously gave him a signed and framed t shirt that said, "Save a tree, don't take AP". Of course, we were currently taking his AP class. Segwaying back to the real topic now. I love voting. It makes me feel so powerful. It lets me say "Hell no, Randy Watts, you and your stupid ideas of beautification will not be plaguing my life or my house anymore" and then my ballot kindly flips him the bird. Voting lets the cynical voice inside of me out and allows me to decide the change I want to see in my tiny baby town. And it gives me legitimate rights to complain for the rest of the year. I love.
Happy Election Day, citizens!
Friday, October 23, 2009
If you're wondering what I've been doing with all the time that I haven't been spending on my hair, I'll tell you. I've been making these tiny little babies:
I know what you're thinking and no, not human babies. These babies are better than human babies. They wont wake me up in the night with their obnoxious crying spells, they wont get suspended in middle school for throwing oranges at vice principals, they look nice in my new frames, they're very well behaved, and if I get sick of them, I don't have to look at them anymore. It's a win-win-win situation I have going here. I mean, my mom still has to look at me after 21 years of being annoying. If only she had picked up printmaking in her early years...
So these are the prints I'm submitting to the undergrad show this year. If the stars align just right, they'll let them in the show and then you'll have to go see it. It starts Monday and ends November 13th. It's in the new gallery in the Fine Arts building- Studio 102. There will be food on Monday from 6-8 PM. Usually good food. So I guess you have to come.
But seriously, my hair is getting really ugly,
Friday, October 9, 2009
It's because Alex and I realized today that we missed Autumn. Not in a "longing" sort of way, but in a "forgot to pay attention" sort of way.
“Basically there are two kinds of designers: helicopters and vending machines. The helicopters fly around the landscape zooming in to investigate, backing off to get a better panoramic view. On the other hand vending machines tend to be inert until someone shoves money in a slot. They then produce a lot of buzzing, whirring and clanking, until out pops a product. It is invariably the same as the previous one, and will be the same as the next. The only difference is the next is usually staler.”Alan FletcherI love it. I hope to be a helicopter one day. But as it is, I can't even figure out how to make all the type the same on this post. Okay. Goodnight Frank Chimero. Goodnight pathetic yet fruitful Friday night.Love, Adrienne
Sunday, October 4, 2009
I read my horoscope everyday. I love it. The universe knows me so well. I mean, no... I don't think it's real or anything. No... that's silly. But I love reading it anyway. However, today it said this to me: "your words might only serve to complicate matters as interactive Mercury forms a crunchy quincunx with confusing Neptune." A crunchy quincunx? Will someone please tell me what the universe is trying to say to me? I don't understand.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
It's because I don't have a job. I go to school and I go home and all I think about is school and girly shows. That's it.
I'm great at apologizing for never writing and then I continue not writing. The good bad news is I'm going to right my ways and start writing. Whether I have anything to say or not. And since I've been so bad at keeping up, I'm sure it's going to be so boring for a long time. I apologize now for all the boredom I will soon cause you.
It snowed today. It's September. A couple weeks ago at Family Home Evening with Whitney, we watched this episode and hello, this is me. Minus the "years of bliss".
It's Mother Nature's "screw you, Adrienne". It's just so. true. Luckily, it didn't stick to the Logan floor for good but it was there and I saw it.
Just one more Logan winter, Adrienne, that's all.
The good news is, at the end of the episode, Luke makes everything better by making Lorelai an ice rink in her front yard. One day I hope Luke turns into a real person and comes to my house to make an ice rink in my front yard. That's all I want in my whole life.
On another note, Gossip Girl is not one bit good.
On a better note, Paper Heart is really great.
Love to Luke Daynes,
Monday, September 28, 2009
So, Kid Theodore. Coming back to the homeland. To play for us after a long, painful seperation. They're playing in Provo at the Velour on October 9th and in Salt Lake at Kilby Court on October 10th. You should probably attend. You should probably attend both. And if this video doesn't cause you to form an insta-crush for them, Brandon and his cookie sheet percussion will.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Too long, too much. Skipping it and moving on.
I intended to post this before midnight, but since I haven't gone to sleep yet, I still consider today Sunday. However, with it being as late as it is multiplied by the state of my brain, I can't guarantee that any of this will make sense to anyone outside of my head.
This is probably my favorite picture of my parents that has ever been taken. My mother hates this. All the more reason for me to love it. How great is the expression on his face?
Anyway, I've been thinking that I should have done something like this long ago, but with today, August 30th, being the 58th anniversary of my father's birth, what better time to say nice things about the man? I can think of none.
A Small Sampling of Reasons Why Gordon Smart Didn't Suck:
1. He didn't possess the tiniest bit of selfishness. This is always the first thing I think about when I think of his qualities. Everything he did, he did it with someone else in mind. Even if that meant bringing our left over heart-shaped pancakes to the next door neighbors on Valentines day.
2. He liked everyone. Yes, I think everyone. He always found a way to make every single person, whether it was his brother, a client, or the mechanic, feel like they were his number one best friend.
3. He was funny/not funny. If you knew him at all, you knew that when you saw him he would tell you a really awful joke. The kind of joke that you laugh only out of pity because it is not one bit funny but he sure thought it was. The kind of joke that went like, "How many animals did Moses have on the ark?" and for some reason there was a little bit of an appeal about it. Not the sort of appeal that would ever make you retell the joke, but the sort of appeal that made you think he must be funny.
4. He knew everything. Of this, I am certain. There wasn't a question I could ask that he didn't know the answer to. I don't get how one man could know all there is to know. He even knew the answers to my sciencey questions. Who understands that stuff? Not me, I can tell you that much.
5. He liked my mom more than a friend. Even more than a girlfriend.
6. He had a rock-solid foundation in the gospel. He always knew what was right and he chose it. Always. You didn't have to know him long before you could see his testimony exploding out of him.
7. He had a deep passion for punctuation. And plurals and spelling as well. I think he would probably be just as outraged by the stupid billboard outside of UVU as I am. It's MASTERS degree you idiots. Not Master. Who gets a Master degree? That doesn't even make sense. It also doesn't make sense why I am the only one in the world who loses sleep over the thing.
8. He colored for a living. He was pretty great at it, too. He colored a lot of houses in his career. According to some very good sources, he was a master at perspective. I'm jealous.
9. He liked Squirt. And so do I.
That's all I am writing about that today. I'm off to bed.
Happy Birthday, Dad.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Remember earlier, after walking into the second most appalling bathroom of the day at work, Darci said, "Adrienne, stop screaming now. People are going to think you're getting murdered."? Yep. It happened. Now I have to go clean myself with acid to remove the smell.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
I've been a slacker. And I have so much to tell. But I'm not going to. I'm just going to continue to be a slacker. Here is one picture from our trip to Santa Fe. I love it.
It was taken in a house by the mudpeople. It's made of mud and glass bottles.
That's all today,
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Let's talk about this wedding. The pictures are complete and after going through each one with a fine tooth comb, I've decided that maybe it wasn't as bad as I expected. You tell me.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Things I recently discovered I am good at:
-Getting trashy summer jobs.
-Multiplying by 9.
-Getting mosquito bites.
-Mowing the lawn.
-Rubbing up against poisonous plants.
-Creating cool catch phrases like, "I feel like you have a spider on your face. You do."
-Getting mosquito bites.
-Knowing which lakes are contaminated by zebra and quagga mussels.
-Knowing what the .... zebra and quagga mussels are.
-Yelling at people for sneaking past me.
-Dragging lunch out longer than necessary.
-Having left foot swell up to the size of a loaf of bread.
-Refusing to go to the doctor.
-Making people think I am a nice person.
-Making people think I am in charge of the world. Or at least the lake.
-Sweeping flies.(these are all flies. all of it.)
-Living Darci's life.
-Getting cobwebs off the ceiling.
-Believing everything I hear.
-Filtering everything that comes out of Bob's mouth.
-Being completely entertained by everything that comes out of Bob's mouth.
-Driving a mule.
-Picking up trash.
-Soda can hunting for the can man.
-Writing the correct date.
-Getting mosquito bites.
I think I've probably been good at these things all along, I've just never known.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Okay. Okay. Okay. I swear I didn't look like dead girl at the party. I swear I edited these pictures much better than that. But it won't stop looking like dead girl when I post it and I just really want to post it. Happy mythical 27th, Ryan.
Darci the Liger.Matt the Faun.
(his pants MAY have been made out of disfigured teddy bears, which MAY be the best idea in the world)
Carly the Mystical Nun.Ryan as just some regular guy.
Okay. Okay. Okay. So he didn't know we were dressing up. Please don't hold it against him.
Monday, May 11, 2009
This morning I woke up, hopped off of my bunk bed and went out my bedroom door. Wait. No. Starting over. This morning I woke up, hopped off of my bunk bed and tried and tried to open my bedroom door. I stuck my fingers under the door and pulled and pulled. I leaned back and put all of my body weight into opening that door and pulled and pulled. No luck. I'm still inside. Still inside with no roommates around. Still inside with nothing better to do than write about it on the world wide web. It's world wide now, did you hear? Anyway, greetings from the inside of my bedroom. I hope to get out soon.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
Tomorrow is the day I've dreaded for a year. The same day that I dreaded four years ago. I don't know what it is about being a junior but every time I am one, my friends go off and graduate. Graduation is a dark day. Graduation is tearing my family apart. Out of all of us, next year we will only be three. Just three. Everyone else is outta here. I hate that. I'm not sure how I'm going to function without them in the studio with me. I'm going to forget to eat dinner without Brandt and his frosty runs. I'm going to be overwhelmed by masculine influences without Nicki. I will have no one to dance badly with to Sufjan Stevens and the Police without Ryan. I'll have to go back to dressing like a girl without Cole. I'm going to be one of a kind and bored because of it without my best friend and lifetwin, Matt. At least I'll always have MacKay and Ashlee. We'll have to have our own family parties next year.
This semester has been full of beginnings and endings. Did I tell you I'm shooting my first wedding? I am. It may be the one and only wedding I shoot but I'm excited and scared to do it. Nick and Camie are the most beautiful couple in the world so it shouldn't be hard to get great pictures. This is the one I liked best from their engagements.
Another beginning/ending may come as a shock to some... I'm dropping out of the photo program. This semester I've realized how little I belong there and how much I belong in printmaking. I don't want to snap pictures for the rest of my life. I want to print. I want to make little babies like this for the rest of forever:
This is a cell phone picture of my self portrait. I made it in one long continuous day that was this week. In the crit yesterday my instructor, Kathy said, "I think the reason why your prints are so successful is because you finally dropped photo." Hilarious. I can't wait to only have the good candy-giving grandma major and not have to deal with the bad stepsister major anymore.
I'm moving again. I can't believe where this semester has gone. I can't believe I only met most of the people in my house just four months ago. I can't believe I'm moving to Happy Valley. I'm ready and not ready to go. I love living where I'm living. I love the people I live with. I've never fit as well with strangers as I did with them. But I can't wait to live with Darci and be ridiculous all summer.
This is a weird post. I'll stop now. Here is my favorite picture from the DR.
Love and love and love,
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I'm finally posting some of the photographs from my Chicago trip. Wish I could go back.