Friday, October 29th. Chelbell.
Saturday, October 30th. OchoOchoOcho!
Sunday, October 31st. Boo.
Monday, November 1st.
Tuesday, November 2nd. Small group.
Wednesday, November 3rd.
Thursday, November 4th.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Photo-A-Day.
Thursday, October 21st
Friday, October 22nd
Saturday, October 23rd
Sunday, October 24th
Monday, October 25th
Tuesday, October 26th
Wednesday, October 27th
Week One. This was harder than anticipated.
Friday, October 22nd
Saturday, October 23rd
Sunday, October 24th
Monday, October 25th
Tuesday, October 26th
Wednesday, October 27th
Week One. This was harder than anticipated.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Photo-A-Day Keeps Forgetting Away.
Or maybe not.
Anyway, I've been wanting to do this project for awhile.
I always come up with excuses not to take my camera places. The past few years have been a really uninspiring time for me in terms of photography. Actually, once I purchased a digital SLR it all went down from there. Prior to that, I had a point-and-shoot digital and I had played around with my parents' old AE-1 SLR. At some point after investing in an expensive camera, I began to feel disillusioned with my purpose as a photographer. Watching everyone around me taking pictures all the time was disheartening because I started to see how snapping a picture can distract from a memory. Does smiling falsely with a group of friends really capture a moment? Will the sunset ever really look as beautiful in pixel-form as it does to the human eye? Why take a picture that the five people are capturing right at this moment and will subsequently load to Facebook as soon as they get home?
As much as I have these thoughts, I really do want to see my life documented. Not in excess, but perhaps in one snapshot a day.
So, that's what I'm doing. I'm on day two. On day seven I'll edit and upload my pictures. I'm still deciding if I should only commit to taking a single picture per day (so if it doesn't turn out, I have to treat it as if I took it with a film camera) or I can take a few pictures and pick the favorite, deleting the rest. I'm also thinking about assigning a "theme" to each week. Maybe a word or an idea. Maybe not. Maybe I'll just focus on life as I know it.
Anyway, I've been wanting to do this project for awhile.
I always come up with excuses not to take my camera places. The past few years have been a really uninspiring time for me in terms of photography. Actually, once I purchased a digital SLR it all went down from there. Prior to that, I had a point-and-shoot digital and I had played around with my parents' old AE-1 SLR. At some point after investing in an expensive camera, I began to feel disillusioned with my purpose as a photographer. Watching everyone around me taking pictures all the time was disheartening because I started to see how snapping a picture can distract from a memory. Does smiling falsely with a group of friends really capture a moment? Will the sunset ever really look as beautiful in pixel-form as it does to the human eye? Why take a picture that the five people are capturing right at this moment and will subsequently load to Facebook as soon as they get home?
As much as I have these thoughts, I really do want to see my life documented. Not in excess, but perhaps in one snapshot a day.
So, that's what I'm doing. I'm on day two. On day seven I'll edit and upload my pictures. I'm still deciding if I should only commit to taking a single picture per day (so if it doesn't turn out, I have to treat it as if I took it with a film camera) or I can take a few pictures and pick the favorite, deleting the rest. I'm also thinking about assigning a "theme" to each week. Maybe a word or an idea. Maybe not. Maybe I'll just focus on life as I know it.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Look at it.
Holy crap.
So I had this dream that I saw the moon set and it was HUGE (if anyone wants to interpret this please proceed). I didn't see the sun in my dream but I know that when it rose it was normal. The moon was CRAZY though. I could see all of its textured valleys and craters behind a silhouette of black trees on a hill.
I want to draw my dream now, so I've been studying the moon a bit (online, and outside just for funsies). As my friend Liz would say, "I'm buggin'" (Liz wishes she was Liv Tyler in the 90's, which is one reason of many that I love her so much). Looking at the moon this close makes me wonder if we were ever intended to see it so closely (thank you, science and industry). I don't know how to process the intricacy and perfection of nature- let alone draw it.
In other news, I had a pretty flawless conversation on the phone with a robot from AT & T today. That was awesome.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Buttons in the Ground.
Shameless plug for a friend who I believe in.
My friend Andrew just told me that he's working on a film called "Buttons in the Ground". One of the first times I connected to Andrew was when we were in college and I walked by his room on the way to visit another friend. As I passed his room, I stopped dead in my tracks because I noticed something AWESOME on his wall. He had painted a gigantic action shot of his roommate Gabe on a hand-made canvas in high contrast black-and-white (with some bright color as an accent). I picked his brain extensively about it that day, and even tried to replicate it at one point. I think it was around our senior year that Andrew produced a film called "My Suburban Tea." This is probably my favorite student film that came out of Biola University. I think it's brilliant, especially in lieu of the fact that he and his crew had 48 hours to write and execute the ENTIRE thing.
This is that one. Bloody brilliant.
So there's that. Now, here's this.
http://www.buttonsintheground.com/
This is the new film that Andrew is directing with a few other friends I went to school with. It has SO MUCH potential to be incredible! Help them by donating to Kickstarter before October 18th. They need a lot of funds to back this film. If you can't give money, and you live in Southern California, consider donating goods for them to use in the set production. Specific needs are listed on the film's website.
Help this project to thrive.
My friend Andrew just told me that he's working on a film called "Buttons in the Ground". One of the first times I connected to Andrew was when we were in college and I walked by his room on the way to visit another friend. As I passed his room, I stopped dead in my tracks because I noticed something AWESOME on his wall. He had painted a gigantic action shot of his roommate Gabe on a hand-made canvas in high contrast black-and-white (with some bright color as an accent). I picked his brain extensively about it that day, and even tried to replicate it at one point. I think it was around our senior year that Andrew produced a film called "My Suburban Tea." This is probably my favorite student film that came out of Biola University. I think it's brilliant, especially in lieu of the fact that he and his crew had 48 hours to write and execute the ENTIRE thing.
This is that one. Bloody brilliant.
So there's that. Now, here's this.
http://www.buttonsintheground.com/
This is the new film that Andrew is directing with a few other friends I went to school with. It has SO MUCH potential to be incredible! Help them by donating to Kickstarter before October 18th. They need a lot of funds to back this film. If you can't give money, and you live in Southern California, consider donating goods for them to use in the set production. Specific needs are listed on the film's website.
Help this project to thrive.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
This Inspires Me to the MAXIZZLE.
I was looking up School House Rock videos and I discovered these jems. Jazzy Spies. I think this was before my time. I love the colors, patterns, concepts, and action in each of these videos (they have them for numbers 1-10). I guess what I'm trying to say is I love everything about them.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
I'll Find Something to Put Here.
I love the work I do at work (in the Kitchen). I wouldn't be there if I didn't like it. I'm not really a "foodie" or aspiring chef or anything like that- but I'm passionate about the camp I work at and it's ministry and purpose. The other day I explained this to a dear friend as we were lobbing juicy, disgusting bags of trash into a dumpster at camp. If I did this at any of my past places of work, I wouldn't have lasted long (generally, I didn't). At camp, I'm (90%) immune to trash juice, crazy people, and the general intensity of the job. In edition, Christ is my strength- but that's a whole different edition. I don't think that I can give God's goodness any justice in writing right now- just put that in your pocket. In my life, God has been good by changing my heart and reinforcing me with patience and perseverance in all situations.
So, I love what I do. I already said that.
I recently got commissioned to paint a piece for the youth group I just started volunteering with. In fact, when I was in the middle of my "interview," the high school pastor suddenly changed the subject from whatever we had been talking about, saying (and I paraphrase, for I seldom remember a quote), "say, you don't happen to be artistic, do you?"
For one of the first times in my life I answered this question without hesitation: "Yes."
From that point, it was history. I started getting too many ideas (as usual) and emailing my friend who works with the youth group every hour on the hour with some kind of commentary about the project. Poor guy.
I've probably put in 10 hours, and I'm nowhere near being finished. But honestly, I'm happy as a clam. Like, really happy. The only time I feel like this happens to me is when I'm inspired to create. There have been so many instances in my life where I've had a project idea or an opportunity to beautify something. These have been the times when my brain goes crazy (in a good way) and I feel a strong sense of purpose in what I'm doing.
God created me and everything else. As I was painting the other day I realized in my creativity, God's attribute of creativity is bleeding into everything I do. It's kind of like I'm Alex Mack and that chemical (whatever it was) is pumping through my veins and gives me some kind of silly side-effect like powers (okay, stupid analogy). And if his creativity (which I see all around me) is a million times more concentrated and, well, creative- how can I not be excited to do what I do best? It's from God, and it is God.
So, I love what I do. I already said that.
I recently got commissioned to paint a piece for the youth group I just started volunteering with. In fact, when I was in the middle of my "interview," the high school pastor suddenly changed the subject from whatever we had been talking about, saying (and I paraphrase, for I seldom remember a quote), "say, you don't happen to be artistic, do you?"
For one of the first times in my life I answered this question without hesitation: "Yes."
From that point, it was history. I started getting too many ideas (as usual) and emailing my friend who works with the youth group every hour on the hour with some kind of commentary about the project. Poor guy.
I've probably put in 10 hours, and I'm nowhere near being finished. But honestly, I'm happy as a clam. Like, really happy. The only time I feel like this happens to me is when I'm inspired to create. There have been so many instances in my life where I've had a project idea or an opportunity to beautify something. These have been the times when my brain goes crazy (in a good way) and I feel a strong sense of purpose in what I'm doing.
God created me and everything else. As I was painting the other day I realized in my creativity, God's attribute of creativity is bleeding into everything I do. It's kind of like I'm Alex Mack and that chemical (whatever it was) is pumping through my veins and gives me some kind of silly side-effect like powers (okay, stupid analogy). And if his creativity (which I see all around me) is a million times more concentrated and, well, creative- how can I not be excited to do what I do best? It's from God, and it is God.
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