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At the time it seemed like mixing a lucha libre mask with a koi fish was going to be really cool. Then I thought it'd be even cooler to have flames as fins. Well by the time I realized the drawing sucked, it was way to late (I'd already inked it)... so then I added a Photoshop background hoping that'd help. It didn't. It doesn't and it won't... I give up!!!!!
I went to bed at 9:30pm last night. As of 3:00am I still haven't gone to sleep. The alarm is set for 5:30 am - I give up. I would love to just stay at home in the bed today and try to kick this thing, but i will start preparing for work at 5:30 as usual. Monday is payroll day - I can't take off. Maybe I can finish quickly and come back home to bed.
I hate summer colds!
For 365 Days and Take a Class With Dave and Dave
Week 32 - Assignment 1
Numbers - Take an interesting photo of a number.
“I quit, I give up, nothing's good enough for anybody else… It seems”
Circle: Edie Brickell And New Bohemians, Shooting Rubber Bands At The Stars
This is a wonderful ballad from Edie… a beautiful and haunting introduction with such a painful message. This song has been an influence for years. This is one of the best examples of bringing such a painful feeling across through music, but she captures it beautifully.
This is the story of a group of friends seeing one of their close friends slowly fading away. And while they reach out for her- they realize that she’s already quit and gone away. It is sad and we all know people who are going through things- sinking into a depression. When I see those people- I want to reach out and bring them back in as fast as possible before life gets the best of them!
The subject of suicide is a hard one to talk to with your kids. But this song used to play on the radio in the afternoons when I picked my daughter up. I remember that she would begin to ask questions because of this. It was a beautiful way to talk about things. It’s not a subject that I’m sure ANYONE wants to have to talk to their kids about, but I’d rather it be from a song than from a personal experience.
*** Artist Notes ***
Left to right: Phone is the support group, followed with a goodbye note and the path of escape…
Lyrics:
Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends
And we notice you don't come around
Me, I think it all depends on you
Touching ground with us but
I quit, I give up, nothing's good enough for anybody else,
It seems
And I quit, I give up, nothing's good enough for anybody else,
It seems
And being alone is the best way to be
When I'm by myself it's the best way to be
When I'm all alone it's the best way to be
When I'm by myself, nobody else can say goodbye
Everything is temporary anyway
When the streets are wet, the colors slip into the sky
But I don't know why that means you and I are, that means you and I
I quit, I give up, nothing's good enough for anybody else,
It seems
And I quit I give up, nothing's good enough for anybody else,
It seems
And being alone is the best way to be
When I'm by myself, it's the best way to be
When I'm all alone, it's the best way to be
When I'm by myself, nobody else can say
Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends
And we notice you don't come around
I'm going to San Francisco for the weekend to shop, look at schools and apartments, visit one of my closest friends, and to relax a little (which I never have time to do anymore.) I'm going to bring my laptop, however I probably won't be on much. So, you'll be missed.
08/05/08
Long. long. day.
Things just got crazy at work, I'm just tired out by that.
And tired of trying so hard to be creative.
I was going to do a week of secrets beginning the other day....kind of fell away from it.
I'll begin again.
So. Secret #1. One of my biggest fears, is disappointing those I love.
Secret.....or partial truth? Life is hard. What can I say.
Sometimes things like that just eat away at you.
Few shots from tonight. I went to Sandbanks because the sky was so blue and I saw one the most incredible things in this world. The Sunset!
Strangely I had the feeling that I am seeing it for the last time in my life! I am sure it's only my imagination... Well, I hope so LOL
Jacob continues his to display an unusual passion toward the oven. This is broken seal number two in a week.
This quilt has ben kicking my arse for days. A huge mistake in the pattern, unpicking 56 blocks, re-sewing them ... and then when I start sewing the rows together I discovered none of the points in the star were pointy, and then my rows started differing by 1.5 inches, just like this one.
That's when I knew the quilt had beaten me, and I withdrew from the wall quilt category of the Canberra Quilters' exhibition.
I hate quitting. I really hate it.
Come on Chicago, give me a break....This is what you find on your car at 6:03PM in a torrential downpour.
"You know that new medicine you got, dear? I was looking at the literature sheet for it and this seems to be the key statement. 'If you do not understand any or all of this information, or have questions about it, just trust us. You may also want to see our current messages airing on many TV stations across the country.' "
After carving away the day on the first plate (with a lotta help from Maho) and spending half the day on the second sep, I decided I'd never make the deadline and threw in the proverbial (paper) towel. Around 10:30 PM last Friday evening, I knew the only way to get this done in time was to go Gocco! The only problem was that I didn't have enough tubes of ink to finish the job. Luckily, I found a Gocco supplier here in Portland and emailed her immediately to see if she had the ink colors (and the amount of ink) I needed. The next morning my prayers were answered (not what you're thinking, dirty bird!) and later that afternoon we went and picked up 12 tubes of ink from her "shop" (a lovely ranch-style home in Beaverton). Sadly, she informed me that Gocco is indeed dead, both here and in Japan and she would only be allowed one more large order before the end of this year.
OF MY MOMMY!!
I got this tattoo in memory of my mom, who recently passed away.
Rose's were her favorite flower and the color pink was a fave too.
I can't believe I got a Tattoo!
Can you?
TBA group
This is happiness!
IHHW
365 alumni
Well, it's pretty obvious that I gave up on the 52 weeks thing - totally lost the enthusiasm for it. I took several weeks off (I wouldn't say "missed," because each time I conciously thought about taking the photo on the weekend and decided not to), but ended up taking this last one with a song in mind and figured I'd post it as something of a sad pathetic finale.
-Suzanne Vega
If you want me
You can find me
Left of center
Off of the strip
In the outskirts
In the fringes
In the corner
Out of the grip
When they ask me
"What are you looking at?"
I always answer
"Nothing much" (not much)
I think they know that
I'm looking at them
I think they think
I must be out of touch
But I'm only
In the outskirts
And in the fringes
On the edge
And off the avenue
And if you want me
You can find me
Left of center
Wondering about you
I think that somehow
Somewhere inside of us
We must be similar
If not the same
So I continue
To be wanting you
Left of center
Against the grain
If you want me
You can find me
Left of center...
He didn't come.
I waited and waited
And waited.
Feeling bad,
I ate and ate
The cakes
I baked for him.
Then I ate some more.
More than
I should have.
Feeling worse,
I did the
Unspeakable thing
In the toilet.
And lost
Something precious
Something that
Slipped from my
Bony finger
As I put it
Down my throat.
Flushed it away.
That band
Of Chinese gold.
Felt a lot worse.
Decided to eat again.
This time crying.
So, so stupid.
There was nothing
More in the fridge.
Except that salad.
But I couldn't.
There was a
Wasp in it.
Funny that.
Called up customer care.
It was closed of course.
I was upset.
I lost a lot tonight.
The hope for
Some company.
Someone to talk to.
About music
About books
About everything.
Most of all
Because of
My stupidity
And loss of control.
I lost that precious band.
I am never
Giving my number again.
No ring will ever
Fit my finger ever again
And I will never
Eat another salad.
Need to sleep now.
That Sambuca
Is calling.
Goodnight.
Part of the Manhattan Series. Artist David Scotland, founder of the 2st Century art movement called Companionism (World Premiere at the Portland Art Museum on June 8, 2006), is donating 50% of all net proceeds from purchases made of his "Manhattan Series" to ONE.org, to help cure world poverty once and for all. Companionism is a new art movement with the sole purpose of awakening everyone to the literal electro-magnetic ONEness we all share so that ONE day, we can live in truth, wisdom, peace, and love -- TOGETHER -- as companions, not as enemies.
David Scotland is best known as one of the few "artists of integrity" who creates "Art That Does Good"(TM) and in the past has donated to Habitat for Humanity, the Joseph Plan, the Patricia Neal Rehabilitation Center, the Clark County Council for the Homeless, the Tony Hawk Foundation's Stand Up for Skate Parks, the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation of greater Los Angeles, the Jason Foundation for the prevention of teen suicide, IGIVEUP.org for saving Malawi, and David Mirisch Enterprises, among others. To view his art works or make a purchase and get your donation working to help cure world poverty, please visit his websites at:
www.DavidScotlandArt.com and also www.DavidGeoffreyScotland.com
shot some video for lydia's character for the wasteland project (a.k.a. "sock testing") www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrbxqTM5ab8
and was getting frustrated. this came next.
self p's are hard. this ones all angularity. makes me really respect all of you who make such fantastic self portraits.
waving the white flag made from one of my paint brushes. No more work today. Too many interruptions, so it's time to quit. Rain came in the back door lower level, (had to clean that up)I knocked over a can of black paint on a sheet used as a tarp. (the paint leaked through a bit) So, I washed the paint off the carpet, put the stuff away and took this picture.