3 Poems

Sparkley Aligator Play Cold Bunny

Bright James Incorperate Dark Paper

Detailed Texas Play Prickley Porcini

Color Project Picture ideas.

Metaphore

For my Metaphore project I chose the metaphore "Turning nothing into something", by doing this i had an empty trash can with three holes drilled on the sides, and stuff coming out of each hole. As the stuff came out of the holes it went from being messy and looking trashy to nice, neat, and SOMETHING. lol. I chose this metaphore because my family has been dumpster diving for as long as i remember and it just came to me on how people throw away stuff because to them it's nothing, But to us it was something. Everything I used in the project was rather being thrown out by someone or already in the dumpster.

Mapping Project (GRADE ME)!

For my mapping project I decided to do a gameboard about my school life. But instead of puting my life on the game board, making it ordered, i decided to do how my school life really was, random. The board is divided up between four sections; Elementary, Intermediate, Middle, and High school. In each section there are three main spaces; Good, bad, and Allowence. There are cards that go with each section along with playing pieces and Dice. The Cards for the game match the three main squares; good, bad, and allowence. Each card has something different on it that relates to the type of card and the school your in. I decided to do it this way because my school life was never ordered, some days i would constantly get in trouble and other days i was being honored for something. So this game is based on the same thing my school life was based on, luck.

Tablemates

Dear table mates,

I know today we are suppose to have 3 sketches of our metaphor ideas, well I have to work my Weekend job today, not sure how long it is going to take but i will post it later...may be near night time. So check sometime between tonight or tomorrow and I will have it up. Thank you

*~the_crow_flys*

Lecture Homework

Reverend Ethan Acres resides in two main worlds, the world of art and religion. But as I read and look at his pieces online, he, in my opinion has made religion into an art. I do consider what he does as art, because to me art is a freedom of expression, and he is expressing himself. Art is not necessary a visual experience, but the visual art does not have to be like the others. In one sermon he appeared before his listeners as a representation of a character from a show. He did not do this just for fun, and is that not what art does, express meaning. If you look at some of his “regular” art, you may have trouble finding the meaning. Like I have stated before, his main concentration in his art is religion of the Christian faith. So we can automatically assume that each piece of “regular” art has some sort of religious meaning behind it. When he was asked about some of his pieces, he would refer to a verse in the bible that relates with that piece. So in a way he is actually visually, and possibly mentally, preaching to you. When I first saw some of his pieces, I could not really come up with a logical meaning behind it, until I found out his main focus is religion. After I had learned this, it was easier to find the meanings. Also when viewing a multitude of his pieces at once, I felt like I was in a church for Christian artist’s and this was the sermon. So many lessons and preaching’s flowed through me head with every picture. The best part about his work in my opinion is that he is serious about his work. He has not only put his heart and soul into his work, but he has put in something else most humans cherish, our choice and beliefs of our chosen religion. Most pieces by today’s “top” artist usually do not cover the topic of religion. If rev. Acres were around the time of the Renaissance and he did the art that he does today, he probably would be seen as a blasphamist. I say this because almost every single piece was about religion had to have religious symbols or was made to act out famous stories from the bible. As for rev. Acres, to me his pieces are more representational and symbolic. He does not use vivid hints in his piece; he in a way hides his messages in a unique way. If you were to compare Reverend Acre’s pieces to mine, you probably will not see much in common. As for most of my pieces are very basic and geared toward a more realistic look, but as for him his pieces sometimes has a lot going on in it, the colors may be over exaturated, and/or they may be more surrealistic. His art is unlike anything I have seen from one person. He has a variety of “looks and styles” to his pieces. Usually artist’s have one distinct look but he does not, all his pieces have different looks.

my visulazations

First list:
1. James Christopher Artherholt
2. My first guitar
3. Black wings
4. Dream catcher
5. Wolf
6. Human veins
7. A spine
8. A hand
9. Back
10. Human heart
11. Brain
12. Skull
13. Composition book
14. Candle
15. A tomahawk

First list but with movement:
1. Chris laughing
2. My first guitar spinning around in the air
3. Black wings forcefully growing from someone’s back
4. Dream catcher laying flat and spinning
5. Wolf running
6. Human veins flowing freely as if in the wind
7. A spine twisting
8. A hand shaking
9. Back bending over
10. Human heart bouncing on the ground
11. Brain inflating like a balloon
12. Skull rolling
13. Composition book being thrown
14. Candle melting away
15. A tomahawk being raised into the air


1. I guess you can say I am better at visualizing objects, even though most of the items listed create people they are not a person per say. I am fixed on the human body for some reason.
2. 3 dimensional objects because when i visualize something i visualize it ALL the way around.
3. I see my image floating in darkness
4. it's in front on my eyes
5. ...

my uncomfortable things

1. Darkness
2. Heavy breathing in the darkness
3. Noises in the darkness
4. Feeling things in the darkness
5. Voices in the darkness
6. Seeing things in the darkness
7. Yelling between strangers
8. Yelling between friends
9. Yelling between both friends and strangers
10. Yelling between family members
11. Seeing others torturing people in real life (movies I can handle)
12. Seeing others torturing themselves in real life
13. Seeing someone for a second then they disappear
14. Abandon buildings
15. Abandon buildings at night
16. Hallucinations that are not induced by any outside force
17. Hearing things when nothing is around
18. Hearing things when there are people around but no one else hears it
19. Sounds coming from the T.V. but no picture when the T.V. is perfectly fine
20. When I feel life is changing but I can’t tell
21. When life does change and I do not notice
22. When a friend or family member cries because they are scared and they don’t tell me why
23. When a friend or family member cries because they are scared and they do tell me why
24. When a stranger cries near you
25. When a stranger knows my name
26. When a stranger knows information about me that only close people know
27. When someone I just met knows where I live
28. When someone I just met becomes overly obsessed with me
29. When someone I’ve known becomes overly obsessed with me
30. When I don’t see the person with the obsession for years and they are still obsessed
31. Being to that I need to go back to the psychiatric hospital
32. Seeing things that remind me of the psychiatric hospital
33. Hearing one of the people I knew at the psychiatric hospital is going back
34. Not hearing from certain people from the psychiatric hospital for months
35. Being watched by the same person from a distance for hours
36. Being watched by different people at once for hours
37. When someone says they know something about me and will not tell me
38. Being shirtless around people I’m not completely comfortable with
39. Being shirtless around people I don’t know
40. Being naked around other people I’m not completely comfortable with
41. Being around naked strangers but I am not
42. Being around naked strangers and I am too
43. Hearing a family member having sex
44. Walking in on a family member having sex with a stranger
45. Walking in on a family member having sex with one of my friends
46. Hearing a friend having sex
47. Hearing a stranger having sex
48. Walking in on a friend having sex with another one of my friends
49. Walking in on a friend have sex with a stranger
50. Walking in on a stranger having sex with a stranger
51. Hearing a family member masturbate
52. Hearing a friend masturbate
53. Hearing a stranger masturbate
54. Hearing someone I just met masturbate
55. Walking in on a family member masturbating
56. Walking in on a friend masturbating
57. Walking in on a stranger masturbating
58. Someone threatening me for no reason on a day to day basis and meaning it
59. When I am alone
60. When I go into my back yard at night
61. When I am in the woods at night
62. When I am in an unfamiliar place at night with no one is around
63. When voices don’t match up with the person I’m talking to
64. When I get constant calls from someone I know and no answer
65. When I get constant calls from someone I don’t know and there is the same answer
66. When I get constant calls from someone I don’t know and there is no answer
67. FURBY’S!!!!!!!!!
68. Electronic toys that still make noises after the batteries have been removed
69. When a door in my house is open when no one else is home and it was closed earlier
70. When a T.V. is on at my house and no one else is home watching it
71. When the sink is running and no one is using it
72. When I am extremely high up and there isn’t much of a support system for me
73. When I am high up and I hear voices no one else hears
74. When I am high up and I see people jumping when no one is
75. When the power goes out at night and I can’t find a source of light
76. When someone starts freaking out near me (like screaming)
77. Walking in on someone passed out near empty pill bottles
78. Walking in on someone passed out with empty alcohol containers
79. Needles
80. Being told in graphic detail the negative outcomes of future surgeries will go
81. Images my mind produces
82. When I get racing thoughts
83. When animals get close to attacking me
84. When a strange animal chases me growling and barking at me
85. When I see an animal that no one else sees
86. When I see it raining but it’s not
87. When I feel people touching me but no one is
88. When someone I do not know keeps touching me
89. When someone tries everything to be exactly like me
90. When it looks like smoke is coming from my house
91. When I see a wreck and it looks like a car of someone I know
92. When I hear my mom or dad say “we need to talk”
93. When my mom gives me “that” look
94. When I call my dad and he never picks up
95. When I’m around certain people
96. When I feel a random breeze of cool/cold air over my shoulder…but it’s not cold
97. When I think I forgot something important at home
98. Hardcore stalkers
99. Insects with stingers
100. Cockroaches

Story (revised)

besides the colors described, and a few wording, this is a REAL journal entry I wrote before I found out I had psychosis...

April 13th, 2010,
6:15 A.M.
It is happening again. I woke up to the sound of laughter coming from outside my door, but when I go to check, the hallway is empty. I asked myself if Larry forgot to turn off his T.V., and unfortunately, it was off. What is happening to me? I will worry about that later; I have to get ready for school...
2:15 P.M.
Good, they brought it. I am now in Mrs. Sweet’s class; I finally have time to write in you. You know journal, you are starting to become a burden on me. I do not know why mom wants me to write in you, but oh well. After this morning everything was going fine, until the bell rang for the end of the first class. After it did, the hallway was filled with the multicolored shirts being worn by kids walking slowly with friends, trying not to get to class too early. As I attempted to zigzag through the people I noticed a guy standing outside my classroom door, his shirt was a deep but majestic looking purple. I stopped instantly and focused on him. It was not too long before Higgy had came up to me and smacked me across the head asking why am I not moving. I turned and looked at him, then back at where the man was, but he was gone. I asked Higgy if he saw the man, and of course Higgy replied laughing, "Nope but if you do, let me know. We're bringing him down". I rolled my eyes and went on to class. As the bells kept ringing throughout the day I kept searching the hallways for that purple shirted figure, no luck. I began to draw what I thought his face looked like but I wasn't too sure. Lunch was when I really freaked out. After me and Higgy ran to the lunch lines, got our food, snacks, and drinks, we headed to our table and sat down. A few other friends were already there with their blue and red lunch kits. I began the conversations like usual, until I saw the flash of purple out of the corner of my eye. This time he was walking down towards one of the hallways leaving the cafeteria. He motioned with his head for me to follow him, so I stood up from the table and told them I had to piss I will be back. I followed him all the way to the restrooms down the Hornet green Senior English Hallway, which was usually empty because of how the janitors gave up on it a long time ago. When I entered I looked around to see where he was. He cannot be hiding in one of the stalls, the walls were torn down and the doors would not shut, but those would be the only hiding spots someone would use in bathrooms. I walked around the bathroom looking at every off white corner, every broken tile, and even every sharpie graffiti mark. I found nothing of use. Before I left, I used the sink real quick to wash my hands and my face. After I had splashed the cold yet refreshing clear water on to my face, I looked into the mirror to find the man was standing right where I was. Before I could say anything he had put his right pointer finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet. I backed away slowly, not because of the man is in the mirror, but because of his face. I do not know how to describe it, every time I think about it keep getting even more paranoid. I'll draw it later. I soon took off running out the restroom to find that lunch has ended and everyone is on their way to class. I walk right across the hall to my next class Mrs. Sweet, and now I am where I started. Oh, when I said "Good, they brought it", Higgy and Sunny brought my worn black school bag from lunch to this class trying to find me, but took off early because their class is on the opposite side of the building. Got to go for now.
11:31 P.M.
Before I head back to bed I guess I will take the time out to finish the day. All during Sweet's class I could not concentrate on writing, all I could think about was the man with the purple shirt in the mirror. The more I thought about him, the louder the room got. The strange thing was, no one was talking, not even the teacher. It was hard to understand what the voices were saying, except for one. He kept pointing out people in the class that were nearby that I could "take out" quickly and quietly, but the worst part was he was telling me what objects around me I could use and showed me what it would look like. I asked if I could step outside to call my dad, and she said yes. I asked if he could pick me up, I do not feel safe at school anymore. He came about 15 minutes later and took me home. I fell asleep on the ride home, but I woke up just now and I am in my bed. Have I really lost it? Have I crossed this fine line of insanity? Have I? The room is silent, I should try and sleep before I get myself worked up again. Good night.

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