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                <title>Current Objectives</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 09:53:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well it has been a long time since I've updated my art journal here so... I shall do so now!<br />
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Lately I've been working to re-assess my priorities, being that my passion for gaming is finally on the back burner as I am not trying to decide what the do with my life.  I would like to pursue some form of art but honestly with my lack of formal training and the lack of time and money to buy the books i need to just sketch draw all day from instruction.... yeah.  My progress in that department is some-what limited.  Granted I have seen improvement over the years from where I have started from but nothing too significant, I can hardly draw bodies and hands/feet still are a bane.  Coloring/shading I must work on and the details of anatomy are also a priority.  So if any artists out there that happen to read this and with to have a slave, -er i mean pupil, let me know.  I need a master to teach me the ways.<br />
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So going back to stuff that I can actually do, my current projects are to: Complete an Emote Set for each of my characters from my story world.  Actually start writing the chapters instead of keeping them as outlines and what have you.  Oh and sometime this decade, graduate from college.  A humble list, not.<br />
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Also for any who read this and are interested in acquiring my emotes of their own characters, I'd be willing to open commission slots for them.  *snort* Fat chance anyone would pay monies for my stuff, but offer is out there none the less!  Since this more informal opening of slots, just note me with the title: "Emote Commission" and I will get back to you as soon as I can.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkin</author>
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                <title>And I am back</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jun 2006 12:08:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So it has been like forever since I've posted anything here.  So I am going to start posting some of my work that i've been doing recently.  Rawr! ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkin</author>
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                <title>Seemingly Endless</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2003 08:17:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It really hurts that I cannot express  myself at all...My abilities in all  things are so minute that they cannot  properly express what i feel inside.   Inside where i have images and pictures  of landscapes so beautiful, that me  describing them in words would only  result in pointless ramble.  It is so  very hard to see others with some  degree of talent be able to draw the  pictures that they see inside their  heads.  Because I cannot draw leaves me  at a huge disadvantage.  I suppose if I  had a friend who could advise me on my  art, he would tell me to keep  practicing, that one is not born an  artist, but one is born with dreams.   One must earn the skills to create the  dreams into a more physical, tangable  form.  But I am impatient and not a  very good study.  I do things through  seeing and through example, and no one  has ever shown me how to draw, atleast  the things I want to create.<br />
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My Art teacher would always have us do  random assignments, using her printing  press, or what ever it was...She'd have  us make random ink blotches and then  press them on paper and then try to  create something out of it.  I could  not stand that.  While the others were  busy with making her happy, I snuck off  to the computer lab to edit photos for  the school newspaper and yearbook  committee.  For a while i felt a sense  of pride that *I* could edit these  pictures, and I concidered these edited  pictures a work of art.  But then I  later asked that same imaginary friend, " Is this truely art?".  I could just  imagine that friend smiling to me and  putting his hand on my shoulder and  say, "If you question the very nature of  your art then you cannot ask someone  else to tell you if it is or if it is  not."<br />
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Do I question the nature of my art?  I  thought I found my art, by editing  pictures for the school.  I was very  disturbed by this for a few weeks.  I  pondered upon weither or not editing  the school photos really was a form of  art.  Where else could there possibily  be art of this nature in the world? I  began to ask myself that over and over.   I decided that instead of beating my  head over it, that I would take a trip  to the Moder Art Museam of San  Fransico.  From the moment I walked  into that building, a sense of dread  fell apon me.  As I looked around I saw  great piece of art, all constructed or  painted in various curious fashions.  The journey through the museam seemed  to wake me up some.  I even saw  examples of the very art that I thought  was my own, editied photos.  But these  weren't mere editing where certain  profane T-shirts were blurred out or  just made completely black and white.   But these were genious edited versions  of many things.  I remember one was of  an edited picture of a beautiful girl  on a horse.  I remember staring at that  the piece for what seemed like hours. I  curse my poor memory for not being able  to remember the name of the piece nor  the artist, I've never had a good  memory of such things.  As I traveled  up through the galleries I finally came  to one piece of "art" in particular,  again artist and name of picture elude  my attempts to recall the moment  exactly but here is the best I can do.   I remember the canvas being large in  size, much taller than myself.  And it  was all white, untouched.  And at the  very center of the picture was a big,  red DOT.  This infuriated me.  This  wasn't art! This was more like the  Japanese flag!  Not art at all!  As I  glanced once more at the piece and in a  puff of smoke I stormed out of the  building and never have returned since.   It's simplicity was what infuriated me  the most at the time.  And then I  looked at what I was doing and I saw  the same simplicity, nothing creative,  just the same thing over and over  again.  "Why do you care so much about  that?" My friend would ask, my only  reply would be, "Because it symbolizes  just how much time I have wasted, time  I could have used improving myself in  other mediums," and I for one cannot  stand having my time wasted.  I quit my  position of editing the photos shortly  there-after.<br />
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In fact, after that I never went back  to art class.  For a long time I saw  art as a fraud, as a sham, nothing new  or creative.  It had been all done  before.  Want with my fury came rage,  anger and depression.  And it was in  this dark time that those pictures in  my head turned to grey and dissapeared.   For a period of two years, the bright  pictures in my head were gone, and I  was left with nothing.  I would ever  give reason that my "friend" would have  gone off to never speak to me again.  I  was alone for the longest time.  It was  so very lonely, and that was all I  could ever think about, was about how  alone I was.  I began to become bitter  and snappy at those around me, I  particularlly got jealous of other  artists, especially a few of the really  talented ones at our school.  A few  were my friends from before, and the... ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkin</author>
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                <title>Hello!~</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2003 03:55:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well hello everyone ^_^ this is my  first post here. I am working on random  stuff oh Photoshop 7.0 every now and  again.  Just trying to get my style of  art out there.  Hope people take a look  and tell me what they like or do not  like about my art.  Any and all  comments are welcome! ^_^ PEACE ]]></description>
                <author>~Darkin</author>
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