As luck would have it, two of the works I submitted to St. Mary's Juried All Student Art Show '08 was also picked for the Gough Art Exhibition at the PNC Bank in Leonardtown. The Exhibition will run during the summer and will showcase selected works from St. Mary's Art Show - selected, that is, by Jan Lomax, Vice President and Public Relations Marketing Manager of PNC, when she went to visit St. Mary's show. This is one of my works they will be showing.<< MORE >>

Coloring the hair was a LOT harder than I anticipated. In fact, I plumb near jacked it all up and given up. These are the colors I used: Base color: W1 Shadow: C5 Dark color: 110 When I first laid out the colors, I actually wasn't planning on using black. I had wanted Lucifer to have white hair with ...<< MORE >>

It is a sad, sad thing that I won't be participating next year as a senior in my college's Exhibition. Every senior gets to choose whether he or she want to participate, and for art majors it means showcasing their works at the end of every semester in our art gallery and giving a "talk" on what went on in their crazy little heads that produced such fine works.

That won't be me *sigh*. It doesn't fit my work load, so instead I'm taking as many Independent Studies as I can. This summer - yup, no break for me ...

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I guess I should start using this blog for something other than twice a year ramblings.

I've been very busy with college projects (more on that in later blogging) but I had managed to sneak away to test out my new Tamron 17-50 with my almost-as-new Canon XTi.

From my gallery at Smugmug.

This is an HDR from 3 pictures, auto-bracketed at f4. It was really hard to accomplish because I had to stand on top of the tables to set my tripod in ...

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Nothing makes me more nervous than seeing a car gaining speed behind me as I glance at my rear view mirror. The 50 speed limit sign flashes past me and I check my gauge: I'm doing 55 mph. It's a two lane traffic and the car behind me is riding my butt. Yes, I consider my car's butt MY butt. Any minute now, I think to myself, the car will pass me. There are plenty of opportunities when the other direction of traffic is empty - and the car stays tenaciously riding ...my...butt. I don't ...<< MORE >>

I wonder if this will work. I don't even know if Godaddy lets me use Cotnribute to publish from a remote third party application. ...<< MORE >>

Two hours ago, I had a headache blooming. I had started the book early
today and, though I hadn't reread the earlier novels, I was caught up
in the blossoming story, waiting for more of the Karigan love story
subplot.



**May be some spoilers after this point**



Then around page 200, the narrative started to crawl. The view
points were too spread out between the main characters and, instead of
fleshing them out, just simply detracted from the story. I didn't feel
that Estora was any more realized at the end of the book than at the
beginning. I didn't think Amberhill, since he was given some writing
time to ...<< MORE >>

Why is it that for someone fluent in two languages and semi-conversant in another, I have the hardest time writing? Lists, notes, blogs - let alone the epic novels for which I (one day) will be famous. It's as if by setting thoughts and ideas to paper or typing in my keyboard, I was disturbing the purity of blankness. Most often, staring up at my computer screen, I watch helplessly as the cursor blinks, helplessly hypnotized by it's infinite rhythm.

Blink...Blink...Blink...

Always my breathing would slow down...slower...slower...and then faster and faster when I realize that there is STILL nothing on the screen. ...<< MORE >>

I was listening to the radio two days ago when they started talking about the new PlayStation 3. I remember my husband talking about it, how one of his co-workers got the day off just to stand in line at some god-awful hour of the morning at the local Walmart. Supposedly, Walmart was getting 50 in stock, but one of the employees came out to tell the people in line that they were only really getting 16. My husband's co-worker was 17th in line.Without losing a beat, he turned around and stood in front of Kmart. When Kmart's doors ...<< MORE >>

A prolific writer I am not. When I was younger, I used to write all the time: in my diary, letters to my friends, poetry, short stories. Then in High School, it stopped. It all...just...stopped. The words quit coming and my frustrations began. I've tried a few things to alleviate the situation. I've doodled on the paper, I've drawn little comic strips to help the words along. Unfortunately, the wall of the "writer's block" would not lift, and I've learned to hate the blinking cursor of my computer screen, mocking me as it blinked infinitely without pause. Even my innocent journal has become my enemy. Everyday I would open it up, a pen poised in my hand, and I would simply get lost in it. At it's blankness.<< MORE >>