Good Ol' Golden Drool Daze
Last night, Blue Eyes gave me her drawing. I love it. She's an incredibly talented artist, and good looking to boot. How I came to acquire her drawing is a bit of a short story in long tense. See, a few months ago, Blue Eyes mentioned that drawing was among her many talents. At the time I was busy decorating my room. You know, it was my man-cave, as Dr. John is wont to say, and I needed it to be cozy enough and Jon enough to be a functional man cave. A functional man-cave for Jon has lots of books, lots of art, and lots of candles. In other words, a Jon-cave looks like a weird warm gothic-type castle.
Well, I managed to get the books and the candles (although I just bought some more today. Floating tea lights. They are scrumptious!), but the art was a little hard to come by. I'm a bit picky about my art and not just any college-oriented poster will do. If I bought the same fucking poster everyone else bought, where then would my originality be? As a Jon, I have certain standards I must uphold. As such, no beer poster, movie poster, or girly poster can grace my walls. I must admit, though, I do have one motivational art, but only because it mentioned Hillel, and dancing in the same breath. It hangs over my bed, next to two metal sconces.
If my room were nothing more than candles and one hanging picture, it would be quite dull. Luckily, I also have a thing for mirrors, so I added two. I combined my passion for mirrors and candles by buying a combo kit. Above it, I placed a framed picture of a desert scene. I took the picture while wandering through California last year and liked it enough to put it on my wall. I also put up a mosaic, and a ninja star I acquired from California while visiting for my Aunt's wedding. I needed the geek factor to balance out the suaveness. As you can see, though, pure originality was sorely lacking. I wanted some calligraphy, but it's become faddish lately to put Chinese signs on bodies and walls. I instead decided to make my own and frame it. I used a quote of Neruda that will soon be engraved on my left wrist; "I write with your life and my own." It looked quite smashing over my computer. But, as far as original art went, there was none besides my own. I had to fix that.
Thus, when Blue Eyes mentioned that she could draw, I immediately pounced on her. She had to make me something, and I would pay for the supplies. She protested. Her art wasn't that good. I wasn't having any of that. I wanted some original Blue Eyes art, and she didn't really have a choice in the matter. After a bit of persuasion, and some patented eyelash fluttering, I eventually won her over. See, when words don't work, charm does.
That was during the summer. School came hard on both of us, and life as well. I kind of forgot that I asked her to do a drawing for me. Luckily, she did not. A few weeks ago, while I was meandering in 'nix, she sent me a page asking me if it was okay to change the original dancer I requested for a faerie. The page jogged my memory, and I responded that she was the artist and license was hers. That seemed to satisfy her, and I became very excited about the possibility of having a framed, genuine Blue Eyes work hanging in my room. I told her that I would keep the drawing for as long as I could, which meant many, many years. People of all sorts would see her art in my room and ask me from where it came. I would proudly tell them that at one point in my life, I knew a Blue Eyes and she done right. Y'all think I put some pressure on her?
Blue Eyes stopped by the other day. She had the art. Two of them in fact. One was done on regular paper, and one was done on professional drafting paper. She asked me which I preferred. They were both amazing. Blue Eyes mentioned that she didn't like how the pencils (she used coloured pencils as her medium) took to the paper. I didn't really see what she meant, but I chose the one on regular paper because a particular feature was sharper than the same feature on drafting paper. Blue Eyes knew that I have a thing for red hair, so my faerie had red hair as well. That was cool. What was even cooler was the fact that the red hair spiraled around the arm, much like my tattoo does, and much like the armlets that some girls wear. Let me say that I fucking love those armlets. If I see one on a girl, I go goo-goo. I don't think Blue Eyes knew that, but the intense detail of the hair curls on the arm of the white-paper drawing snagged my interest. I purchased that one and currently have it framed next to my desk. So, yeah, that was the highlight of my day - framing Blue Eyes' drawing.
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Art wasn't all I did today. It was also the first day of classes. I have a relatively easy schedule, what being a graduating senior and all. That does not mean my schedule is particularly enjoyable. I am forced to suffer the ignoramus-ness of Biology, which I have been fleeing since my freshman year at Gallaudet. I don't see what's so important about my taking biology. I took the damned thing in high school, and from what my syllabus tells me, it's not that different from what I'm taking right now. So, yeah, I gotta waste three hours a week in something that's pretty much a review. I probably shouldn't whine too much. It's an easy A, and lord knows I need all the As I can get right now. I am particularly dying for a 3.0 GPA (Bitchfield, your ass and your Ds are mine.), and it is only attainable if I get straight As. This is a possibility, but it is diminished by my tendencies to get a B for lack of effort and concern, especially in classes I don't care about, which tends to be all of them.
I might be able to put forth the effort, though. But, there is only one class that interests me: my aesthetics class. Aesthetics is also the topic of my senior thesis. Yeah, Jon's gotta write and think about beautiful things. Who would've imagined that I'd enjoy something like that? I'm sure there are innate details of which I'm not aware, but hell, stick me in the direction of something beautiful and I'm quite pleased with life and living. That is why I'm often found staring for hours at the most marvelous of living inventions; women, art, stars, motorcycles, etc. See, this should be cake.
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A few more things before I leave off for today; yes, I know I haven't linked anything that needs linking these last two posts. I've been lazy. I will cease my laziness tomorrow and make with the linking. Also, I've opened a parallel Livejournal account for those of you who'd rather just read me on their friend's list as opposed to taking the arduous route to my proper Blog address. My name is the same as it is here - Daedalusfalling.
Other than that, I am a very model of a modern major general.
Well, I managed to get the books and the candles (although I just bought some more today. Floating tea lights. They are scrumptious!), but the art was a little hard to come by. I'm a bit picky about my art and not just any college-oriented poster will do. If I bought the same fucking poster everyone else bought, where then would my originality be? As a Jon, I have certain standards I must uphold. As such, no beer poster, movie poster, or girly poster can grace my walls. I must admit, though, I do have one motivational art, but only because it mentioned Hillel, and dancing in the same breath. It hangs over my bed, next to two metal sconces.
If my room were nothing more than candles and one hanging picture, it would be quite dull. Luckily, I also have a thing for mirrors, so I added two. I combined my passion for mirrors and candles by buying a combo kit. Above it, I placed a framed picture of a desert scene. I took the picture while wandering through California last year and liked it enough to put it on my wall. I also put up a mosaic, and a ninja star I acquired from California while visiting for my Aunt's wedding. I needed the geek factor to balance out the suaveness. As you can see, though, pure originality was sorely lacking. I wanted some calligraphy, but it's become faddish lately to put Chinese signs on bodies and walls. I instead decided to make my own and frame it. I used a quote of Neruda that will soon be engraved on my left wrist; "I write with your life and my own." It looked quite smashing over my computer. But, as far as original art went, there was none besides my own. I had to fix that.
Thus, when Blue Eyes mentioned that she could draw, I immediately pounced on her. She had to make me something, and I would pay for the supplies. She protested. Her art wasn't that good. I wasn't having any of that. I wanted some original Blue Eyes art, and she didn't really have a choice in the matter. After a bit of persuasion, and some patented eyelash fluttering, I eventually won her over. See, when words don't work, charm does.
That was during the summer. School came hard on both of us, and life as well. I kind of forgot that I asked her to do a drawing for me. Luckily, she did not. A few weeks ago, while I was meandering in 'nix, she sent me a page asking me if it was okay to change the original dancer I requested for a faerie. The page jogged my memory, and I responded that she was the artist and license was hers. That seemed to satisfy her, and I became very excited about the possibility of having a framed, genuine Blue Eyes work hanging in my room. I told her that I would keep the drawing for as long as I could, which meant many, many years. People of all sorts would see her art in my room and ask me from where it came. I would proudly tell them that at one point in my life, I knew a Blue Eyes and she done right. Y'all think I put some pressure on her?
Blue Eyes stopped by the other day. She had the art. Two of them in fact. One was done on regular paper, and one was done on professional drafting paper. She asked me which I preferred. They were both amazing. Blue Eyes mentioned that she didn't like how the pencils (she used coloured pencils as her medium) took to the paper. I didn't really see what she meant, but I chose the one on regular paper because a particular feature was sharper than the same feature on drafting paper. Blue Eyes knew that I have a thing for red hair, so my faerie had red hair as well. That was cool. What was even cooler was the fact that the red hair spiraled around the arm, much like my tattoo does, and much like the armlets that some girls wear. Let me say that I fucking love those armlets. If I see one on a girl, I go goo-goo. I don't think Blue Eyes knew that, but the intense detail of the hair curls on the arm of the white-paper drawing snagged my interest. I purchased that one and currently have it framed next to my desk. So, yeah, that was the highlight of my day - framing Blue Eyes' drawing.
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Art wasn't all I did today. It was also the first day of classes. I have a relatively easy schedule, what being a graduating senior and all. That does not mean my schedule is particularly enjoyable. I am forced to suffer the ignoramus-ness of Biology, which I have been fleeing since my freshman year at Gallaudet. I don't see what's so important about my taking biology. I took the damned thing in high school, and from what my syllabus tells me, it's not that different from what I'm taking right now. So, yeah, I gotta waste three hours a week in something that's pretty much a review. I probably shouldn't whine too much. It's an easy A, and lord knows I need all the As I can get right now. I am particularly dying for a 3.0 GPA (Bitchfield, your ass and your Ds are mine.), and it is only attainable if I get straight As. This is a possibility, but it is diminished by my tendencies to get a B for lack of effort and concern, especially in classes I don't care about, which tends to be all of them.
I might be able to put forth the effort, though. But, there is only one class that interests me: my aesthetics class. Aesthetics is also the topic of my senior thesis. Yeah, Jon's gotta write and think about beautiful things. Who would've imagined that I'd enjoy something like that? I'm sure there are innate details of which I'm not aware, but hell, stick me in the direction of something beautiful and I'm quite pleased with life and living. That is why I'm often found staring for hours at the most marvelous of living inventions; women, art, stars, motorcycles, etc. See, this should be cake.
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A few more things before I leave off for today; yes, I know I haven't linked anything that needs linking these last two posts. I've been lazy. I will cease my laziness tomorrow and make with the linking. Also, I've opened a parallel Livejournal account for those of you who'd rather just read me on their friend's list as opposed to taking the arduous route to my proper Blog address. My name is the same as it is here - Daedalusfalling.
Other than that, I am a very model of a modern major general.
posted by Jon at 10:20 PM
1 Comments:
I feel quite honored that so much of that entry was about my drawing! Glad you liked it so much! :)
~Blue Eyes~
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