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Life's Little Dramas: Puppets, Proxies, and Spirits an exhibit by the GREGG MUSEUM OF ART & DESIGN

in the D. H. Hill Exhibit Gallery

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I wanna feel the changes coming down.

I wanna know what I've been hiding in

My shadow.

Change is coming through my shadow.

My shadow's shedding skin

I've been picking

My scabs again.

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Remember all the bad dreams

Are not far from reality

Will you write again for me?

And who bade you stop this living art?

Have you forgotten just what you are?

If you don't want to then you could at least pretend

That the paper's your soul and your blood's in the pen

And maybe then you'd see the light

And read the truth that you had to write.

 

If heaven sent you downstream

Where banished eyes haven't been

Would you smile again for me?

Our ClearStreams look so tiny compared to the Ferris Wheel! Taken at Friday Fest 2010, a concert held during Welcome Week at NCSU. We coordinated trash, recycling, and compost.

Wooooooooooooooow...theres a whole lotta groping goin on here :D

Raleigh Durham NC USA

Raleigh Durham NC USA

This is my favorite NCSU Building, they're about to knock it down.

 

FUN FACT: This is the math building and it was built in the 1960s, so there's no women's restrooms.

NCSU baseball event vs. UNCC at BB&T Ballpark Tuesday March 28, 2017

My dance pics from NCSU BDC 2013, working hard to promote this year's show!

This had to have been 1990 or 1991? One of the last semesters we had use of the basement of the old Cultural Center.

This is how I relax in my dorm.

Raleigh Durham NC USA

Raleigh Durham NC USA

The smokestack attached to the Yarborough Steam Plant across the way from Riddick and SAS.

 

And an older picture for reference: historicalstate.lib.ncsu.edu/catalog/0004996

Raleigh Durham NC USA

Raleigh Durham NC USA

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I'm definitely shaking

The silence isn't breaking

Backwashed and stranded memories

Of something I thought could be

I'm definitely shaking

I'm definitely shaking

I'm definitely shaking

I'm definitely shaking

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If you ask me what is wrong...

I am a manic-depressive

Compulsive obsessive

Rebuilt hypochondriac

Still an insomniac

Too desperate to tell

When I lie to myself

I am making my rounds

On my bipolar downs

I am lost, I am blind

I am sad all the time

I am ignorant and old

I am always so cold

I am mean and deceptive

I need to impress them

I hate you, I love you

I am ungrateful above you

I am a fool with poor timing

I have trouble just trying

I am a slave to my habits

I am an uncultured addict

I am a liar, a fraud

And I am scared to be caught

I am a dumb helpless hassle

I am one selfish asshole

...And I will never be able to tell you what is wrong

I'm just not that strong so

If you want it, I'm on it

I'll get help from God and

I'll write you a song but

I'm too fucking honest

I'm too fucking modest

I'm too fucking odd it's

Like nothing is wrong it's

Just something I long for

Is over and gone or

Is nowhere, a long story

Short--a facade

...But in way, it's all okay, and it's just what you need

Because as long as you're sighing, you can't forget to breathe

(Me) Roast Beef NC State 10 set

 

Photo: Mike Ford - www.flickr.com/photos/freetoskate037/

And there's the shot.

gc 120 gc120

 

Freehand technical illustration

Wild looking contortion in motion

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I pick all the flowers

Extinguish the flames

The insanity is I can remember all of their names

The bottom of the barrel

It's no way how to be

But the cold and the silence

Beats the shit out of me

The windows are wooden

But I shouldn't complain

I'll just keep digging

Until I'm good men saying

Cobwebs and apple corers

Old ghosts and vestiges

The woman at the desk says I ain't got no messages

But I don't live anywhere

 

Black Angel

Black Angel

Black Angel

Carry me down

 

Buck 65, "The Suffering Machine"

Song of the day

Raleigh Durham NC USA

Uber ugly 1960s modernist shit, but this little appendage off the back is kind of interesting.

Seth Powell and Kelsey Mobley hang out on the couch at Wood's Place.

Grace Ward dances. . . with no music on.

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