Riddle

Here is a riddle for ya...

He was such a tolerating guy
Constantly shoved in a warm damp cave
His face sucked off every day
Then thrown into a pit of the others
Swirling in a foaming sea for hours
Giant gods scrubbing and scratching
Left in the sun to dry
The then new day starts again
He was such a tolerating guy

What is it?...


Think you've got it? See the anwer here.

Crush

The colors on this example are a bit different than the actual painting. It is a bit more blurry as well...But this was the best photo I could get of it. Anyway, I painted this in my art class last year. I was thinking about this guy I had a huge thing for. And through the thoughts of this guy, I was inspired to create this in dedication to my feelings.

You gotta love society!

The Block schedule used at Hurricane High School in Hurricane Utah is good in theory, but the teachers really don't follow through with it properly. For one, with this block schedule some teachers give students double the work to do at home. When students get home they have loads of assignments from the over expectant teachers classes.
Speaking of which, I am also anti homework, because I don't believe that it really helps anyone understand a concept any better than they could have learned in class. I think that homework should only be done if work is not finished in class. Homework is just a lazy way of the teacher saying "I can't demonstrate this concept to you because I have horrible presenting skills."
What happens when the student doesn't understand part of their homework, and have a question? They can't just keep a personal teacher right at home, now can they? Not EVERYONE has a parent as a school teacher. Considering that these students get out of school at 3 o'clock they don't have all of the time in the world to do these assignments as well as live their own fucking lives. I mean, do these teachers believe that people will go out of their way to do everything they can to waste their time with mindless busy work, that keeps them from sleep, happiness, and the light of the sun? of corse they do! And everyone buys into it, like braindead sheep.

Death Of The Spider

[Death Of The Spider]


I painted this after after coming home from a coffee shop (The Kelidescope). I was increadibly inspired due to all of the amazing paintings I had viewed while being there.
Though it may not look like it, the butterflies are actually leaves. I ripped the leaves in the shape of butterfiles, then glued them onto the painting. After I let the glue dry, I painted over the leaves, adding a realistic, veiny texture.
In the process of my painting it, a black widow crawled across my painting. In a jolt of fear and impulse, I sprayed it with with the adhesive glue I was using to glue on the plastic forks and knives. The Spider was imedietly dead, however it was now glued to the painting.
If you look closely, on the bottom left corner of the painting, you can see the little spider glued there. I painted a spider web around it so it would have a place to live eternally....
However, after a month of the paintings birth, the spider became missing, one day- it simplied vanished. I have come to believe that the spider's gost was angry and reinhabited it's body, thus creating a zombie spider that would haunt me...forever.