Showing posts with label My Apartment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Apartment. Show all posts

Saturday, March 7, 2015

The Empathy Of Cats

Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge. It requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding.
— Bill Bullard
(via lunagemme)
I found this quote on tumblr today and it made me think of  Oreo. Which I know is silly, but I always thought my cat was on my side of any situation. I'd come home, tell her about my day and she'd look at me  as if to say "that's why I don't like going out"
I find it interesting how we can put parts of our own personality on animals, objects and babies. I do this all the time to the twins.
This is the last picture I took of her and my feet before she died.  The last couple of years of her life we let her take walks outside around the apartment. 
Day 66 of 365 Feet Project

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Beginnings Are Always Messy

Mini update. Taken in the morning after working all night on my first typography assignment. I'm kinda happy with how it turned out but would have experimented a little longer if I had more time. 

I made it a self-portrait as well. 

My presentation didn't go so well, I was one of the first people and no one had any comments or questions. I think that's how this class is going to go like many other studio classes I take. No one really has anything to say about my work so I never have a real dialogue. 

Maybe I'm just too weird. I did everything by hand not in Photoshop or Illustrator. 

Here is the final piece. The table, scotch tape and glue are part of the picture. So it's a photograph of a collage on top of a photograph. 


Day 30 of 365 Feet Project

Monday, March 25, 2013

Not Everything Has a Place

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For the last couple of months I have been trying to organize my apartment. I enjoy looking at organization blogs, scrolling through tumblr, seeing how people have created beautiful spaces to live in. But, I seem unable to make sense of things I own. My iron travels around my apartment. Currently it is part of a lovely window display that consists of a watering can, my dying plants, a metal kitchen item I’m not sure what its use is and several little angels. It may be a mess but it’s my beautiful mess.