Thursday, April 26, 2012
When my Heart Beats it Screams Thug Life.
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Wednesday, April 25, 2012
My Understandings.
I don't mind it
I don't mind if you're overrated
Or if you're staring at the edge of the world
But keep in mind that I'm a sore eye with blurry vision
But I can see, yeah it has to be you love
That I've been dreaming of
I don't mind if you're overrated
Or if you're staring at the edge of the world
But keep in mind that I'm a sore eye with blurry vision
But I can see, yeah it has to be you love
That I've been dreaming of
and if we climb this high
I swear we'll never die
I swear we'll never die
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I do not own those lyrics! All credit goes to the awesome band Of Mice & Men! I just love their song My Understandings so I decided to do a sketch of a girl gazing with blurry vision.
If you click on the link above, you can read other peoples' interpretations of what the song means. I think the song is about unconditional love. One person is saying that they recognize the other person's flaws, but doesn't let that get in the way of loving them. The person also recognizes flaws within themselves stating that they are a sore eye with blurry vision. That is probably my favorite line in the song because of the physical and symbolic representation of blurry vision. On the surface he's stating his flaws, and that he doesn't see everything perfectly. Symbolically, he's stating that he overcomes those flaws with love. He's so pure with his love, that he intuitively knows that that's the person he's been dreaming of, and needs to be with.
Check out the song My Understandings here. If you really love them, check them out on the Van's Warped Tour this Summer! They're going to be on the main stage all Summer! I'll be at the show in Pomona this year at the end of June! I recently saw them at Extreme Thing in Vegas, and they are fucking dope, you will not be disappointed!
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| Here's a picture that I took of Austin Carlile, the vocalist of Of Mice & Men during Extreme Thing. Don't you just want to watch them live now?? |
I'm Proud of the Demon in Me.
Oopsies, I drew something creepy again.
I decided to do another sketch of Chris Motionless from the band Motionless In White. It is inspired by a still from their video Immaculate Misconception. There's just something so cool about drawing something creepy. The feeling of creating something simultaneously creepy, disgusting, fearful, and beautiful is an interesting emotion.
I decided to do another sketch of Chris Motionless from the band Motionless In White. It is inspired by a still from their video Immaculate Misconception. There's just something so cool about drawing something creepy. The feeling of creating something simultaneously creepy, disgusting, fearful, and beautiful is an interesting emotion.
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| This is the actual still from the video. Can't get over how rad he looks. Check out their video! |
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| Couldn't enlarge this sketch without distorting it. |
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| For fun, I put the sketch and still side by side with a filter. Not exactly the same, but I don't give a fuck. I think the fierce emotion still explodes off the page. |
Friday, April 6, 2012
The eyes always reveals how you're feeling.
I watched this video a couple years back about the children in Iraq and how they're affected by war. I only watched part 3/3 of the documentary called Baghdad 5 years on: Iraq's lost generation.
In the third part of the documentary, two little boys from an orphanage in Sadr city speak about their hatred of America. One boy's father was an officer who was killed by American soldiers, and I believe both the parent's of the other boy's parents were killed by a car bomb(I'm not exactly sure, watch the video if you want to know), but both boys believe that their parents are dead because of Americans.
The first boy cried, while the other boy(who looked and seemed younger) didn't. Maybe the younger boy didn't fully realize the affects or pain that losing a parent has, or maybe he just didn't show it by crying. I decided to sketch some photos of the boy who was crying, because it seriously broke my heart to watch him cry. Both of my parents are still alive, so I can't even imagine the emotions I would experience having to lose a parent, especially at a young age.
These sketches were inspired by some screen shot stills I took of the video. It doesn't look exactly like the boy, but I cared more about capturing the same emotions. I think the pain in his eyes were most striking, and heart breaking. In this sketch I tried to capture pain, as well as sternness. He still looks like a young boy, yet at the same time there's a maturity because he's forced to grow up early.
I've always liked imagery with hands. I sketched this because I also cover my face with my hands when I cry. I wonder why... maybe I'm too embarrassed to openly show my emotions? When I was younger, I simply cried every time I was upset, frustrated, angry, or embarrassed. Then when I grew a little older, I tried not to cry because I thought it showed weakness. Now that I'm older I don't cry that much, but when I do I embrace it. It makes me feel like a kid again, just being true to how I feel, and letting it out. Kids wear the hearts on their sleeves, but as they grow older they learn how to master them. However, I believe as an adult, sometimes it feels amazing to let those true emotions scream out and not hold back.
And finally a sketch of the boys face in the process of forming tears as he talked about the death of his father.
In the third part of the documentary, two little boys from an orphanage in Sadr city speak about their hatred of America. One boy's father was an officer who was killed by American soldiers, and I believe both the parent's of the other boy's parents were killed by a car bomb(I'm not exactly sure, watch the video if you want to know), but both boys believe that their parents are dead because of Americans.
The first boy cried, while the other boy(who looked and seemed younger) didn't. Maybe the younger boy didn't fully realize the affects or pain that losing a parent has, or maybe he just didn't show it by crying. I decided to sketch some photos of the boy who was crying, because it seriously broke my heart to watch him cry. Both of my parents are still alive, so I can't even imagine the emotions I would experience having to lose a parent, especially at a young age.
These sketches were inspired by some screen shot stills I took of the video. It doesn't look exactly like the boy, but I cared more about capturing the same emotions. I think the pain in his eyes were most striking, and heart breaking. In this sketch I tried to capture pain, as well as sternness. He still looks like a young boy, yet at the same time there's a maturity because he's forced to grow up early.
I've always liked imagery with hands. I sketched this because I also cover my face with my hands when I cry. I wonder why... maybe I'm too embarrassed to openly show my emotions? When I was younger, I simply cried every time I was upset, frustrated, angry, or embarrassed. Then when I grew a little older, I tried not to cry because I thought it showed weakness. Now that I'm older I don't cry that much, but when I do I embrace it. It makes me feel like a kid again, just being true to how I feel, and letting it out. Kids wear the hearts on their sleeves, but as they grow older they learn how to master them. However, I believe as an adult, sometimes it feels amazing to let those true emotions scream out and not hold back.
And finally a sketch of the boys face in the process of forming tears as he talked about the death of his father.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
People Power.
I'm back tracking and this entry is going to be dedicated to an event that was held in San Jose, CA this past Thursday (March 29, 2012).
I'm part of this club called "Cambios" which means "change" in Spanish at Evergreen Community College, and we recently attended the first Annual Student Success Conference at the South Bay Labor Council.
There were different workshops where we had a chance to interact with several different community leaders and activists about events that were taking place that affect the education and success of students, and workers. I met one of the leaders of CAFE J(Campus Alliance for Economic Justice), Leila McCabe, who told us about an upcoming event where they would be turning in the petitions of signatures that were collected in the past six weeks by the San Jose Living Wage Coalition (formed from several organizations including CAFE J, Next Generation Bay Area, South Bay Labor Council South Bay Pride at Work, Silicon Valley Young Dems, and Sacred Heart Community Service), for the rights to a working wage that would would increase San Jose's minimum wage of $8 to $10. The people of San Jose are struggling to make ends meet, and pay for the basic necessities to live decently, therefore we need to increase our minimum wage. We needed around 19,000 signatures to get the measure on the ballot, we managed to get over 35,000.
We met at San Jose State University (SJSU) near the Tommie Smith and John Carlos statues. Tommie Smith & John Carlos are honored alumni of SJSU and the university built these statues representing their gestures at the award podium at the 1968 Olympics in Mexico City. At the award podium, Tommie Smith and John Carlos took off their shoes, and raised their fist in a silent protest to identify with the impoverished, and oppressed American black community. The raised fist of course means black power, but more importantly people power and symbolizes concerns for social and racial justice. Based on what one speaker said about these men Tommie Smith and John Carlos were banned from the Olympics because of this. It is hard to comprehe
nd how these men forfeited their professional athletic careers to identify for social and racial injustice; they gave up making bank to having to work several minimum wage jobs to compensate. To read more about these men, their statues, and what happened that day in 1968, click here.
So as commemoration to the gestures of Tommie Smith & John Carlos, we marched without our shoes to turn in our petitions and fight to improve peoples lives and a right to a living wage. Yes, my socks, and my shoes were mismatched that day.
I was torn whether I should go or not because I had class that day, and it was the last class meeting before I started Spring Break. However, when
I woke up that morning I decided to go because I already knew how it feels like to be in a classroom, but I had never experienced something like fighting to change something that could affect your life and the lives of people in your community. I'm so glad that I ditched class, some things can't be learned in a classroom like the union and solidarity of the oppressed as a form of power to fight for social economic justice.
It was also awesome how every person who marched was able to walk into City Hall, and turn in some of the 35,000 petitions in boxes in a room on the second floor where the signatures would be counted. These were some of the many boxes that were filled in that room.
Unfortunately, I couldn't take many photos since I was holding signs, banners, and petitions. If your interested in looking at more photos check out this Working Partnership's USA flickr account to see a slide show. I'm the one with bright blonde hair, bright teal jeans, and shades.
I'm part of this club called "Cambios" which means "change" in Spanish at Evergreen Community College, and we recently attended the first Annual Student Success Conference at the South Bay Labor Council.
There were different workshops where we had a chance to interact with several different community leaders and activists about events that were taking place that affect the education and success of students, and workers. I met one of the leaders of CAFE J(Campus Alliance for Economic Justice), Leila McCabe, who told us about an upcoming event where they would be turning in the petitions of signatures that were collected in the past six weeks by the San Jose Living Wage Coalition (formed from several organizations including CAFE J, Next Generation Bay Area, South Bay Labor Council South Bay Pride at Work, Silicon Valley Young Dems, and Sacred Heart Community Service), for the rights to a working wage that would would increase San Jose's minimum wage of $8 to $10. The people of San Jose are struggling to make ends meet, and pay for the basic necessities to live decently, therefore we need to increase our minimum wage. We needed around 19,000 signatures to get the measure on the ballot, we managed to get over 35,000.
We met at San Jose State University (SJSU) near the Tommie Smith and John Carlos statues. Tommie Smith & John Carlos are honored alumni of SJSU and the university built these statues representing their gestures at the award podium at the 1968 Olympics in Mexico City. At the award podium, Tommie Smith and John Carlos took off their shoes, and raised their fist in a silent protest to identify with the impoverished, and oppressed American black community. The raised fist of course means black power, but more importantly people power and symbolizes concerns for social and racial justice. Based on what one speaker said about these men Tommie Smith and John Carlos were banned from the Olympics because of this. It is hard to comprehe
nd how these men forfeited their professional athletic careers to identify for social and racial injustice; they gave up making bank to having to work several minimum wage jobs to compensate. To read more about these men, their statues, and what happened that day in 1968, click here.So as commemoration to the gestures of Tommie Smith & John Carlos, we marched without our shoes to turn in our petitions and fight to improve peoples lives and a right to a living wage. Yes, my socks, and my shoes were mismatched that day.
I was torn whether I should go or not because I had class that day, and it was the last class meeting before I started Spring Break. However, when
I woke up that morning I decided to go because I already knew how it feels like to be in a classroom, but I had never experienced something like fighting to change something that could affect your life and the lives of people in your community. I'm so glad that I ditched class, some things can't be learned in a classroom like the union and solidarity of the oppressed as a form of power to fight for social economic justice.It was also awesome how every person who marched was able to walk into City Hall, and turn in some of the 35,000 petitions in boxes in a room on the second floor where the signatures would be counted. These were some of the many boxes that were filled in that room.
Unfortunately, I couldn't take many photos since I was holding signs, banners, and petitions. If your interested in looking at more photos check out this Working Partnership's USA flickr account to see a slide show. I'm the one with bright blonde hair, bright teal jeans, and shades.
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