Excited

Although I should be working on my paper right now, inspiration suddenly struck me. I have been working in frustration on my next screen print, and I think I finally figured out how to make it look good after some time spent tinkering with the wolf here.
I just added this branch motif in there, which I think is just what that block of empty blandess on the figure's body needed. I am still playing with what kind of branches or even roots I want to use there, but I am getting excited about printing these.

I am going to make some T-shirts and even some pillowcases for my bed out of this one.

If anyone wanted a print, I would be willing to screen it for them!

Saturday Sittin

This Saturday I will spending my day indoors; thinking, reading, and writing about this Ancient Chinese Bell:

While initially I thought it would be pretty drab concept, I have already learned more than I thought possible about Chinese music and and ritual bronzes from this period. I am not too happy about having to spend my Saturday writing a 10 page art history paper, but to be honest I don't think I would have anything else valuable to do with my time.

Osama Bin Laden killed yesterday

I found out last night while I was at the Fox Theater in Oakland watching Explosions in the Sky. For some reason it seems important to remember who I was with and what I was doing when this thing happened. But, in all actuality this will probably blow by with the rest of history, with only vague memories of its real relevance. It is strange how Hitler's murder occurred on the same day so many decades prior to Osama's, however.
What I do know is frustrating is how I keep seeing that Martin Luther King quote reblogged on tumblr.

After seeing this same thing posted so many times, it's like damn, stop junkin up my dashboaarrdd.
I do, however agree with the quote. I think people are merely rejoicing because they have made Osama the target of all of their hatred and frustration over everything that occurred on 9/11. I don't know if people actually feel happy about something like that, but I think they got some false comfort in knowing this man is dead. I'm rather impartial to the whole thing-I do find it pretty insane that they finally found him after all this time, and proud that something was actually done, but it doesn't make me want to rejoice because someone so hated is now dead. Eh.

Maybe I am just too impartial about everything.