final days...

as one of the two proprietors of WTM, i am here to say that sean and i are going to lock this place down and restart. WTM has been the subject of too much ill will and thus has become the graveyard that reflects that sentiment. once we have the new blog set up, we shall post a redirect link. until then get in your last posts.

- j

dear anonymous posters, dissident malefactors, and all you other bitches who like to whine and complain:

fuck you. get half a brain and then come back. maybe then you'll be able to understand all the big words and concepts here. i grow weary of moderating your lame comments.

for all of you other folks, WTM will be going through massive overhaul in the coming season. yeah, maybe people will start posting again. maybe.

until then,
-j

PS to all current posters, tag your posts.

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Watching Fire
It's beautiful and captivating
mysterious and envious
It brings light and warmth
Energy and protection
Fire.
It's strangly desirous
With the power to destroy
but the abilty to purify
Alurring, but don't touch


Tick-Tock
Goes the old grandfather
Clock
Tick-Tock

Timing is everything
Agonizing waiting
or lifetimes passing in seconds
Mere moments
breaths of life
siezing for air as
the end draws near


Nothing in this world
Is as refreshing as rain
or revitalizing
Bringing forth life

But with life
there is always death
and the rain can bring that
too


Here in these moments of the world
Each one varies
Spontaniously changing
Taking emotion and giving character

Season change
A late spring frost
Kills beauty before
it blossoms

An untamed fire
burns the old grandfather clock
Back to ashes and dust
Then the rain falls

It quenches the hungry blaze
smoke rises and the earth hisses
Pushing aside the rubble
and the delicate flower lives.

hello?

what's going on midgetville?
am i the only one posting?

hotel rooms

pinhole photography

I thought some might be interested in
a day in the life of my mouth

the quality of the pinhole images obviously kinds sucks, but it's an interesting concept.

Spring 08

This semester got off to a rocky start for me - especially emotionally. Today is the turning point, I believe.
I'm psyched about my pronto plate idea, it just came into my mind last night, free flowing.
I can't wait to develop the roll of film I took over break.
I made my first neg. from my pinhole (which sucked cause my camera let some light in, but I got to use the dark room!).
I burned thru today's paycheck yesterday at Cord.
I picked up my sketchbook from Mat[thew] a few minutes before he even sent out the email to come and get them.
He told me my sketchbook was one of the best he's ever gotten (me[doubtfully]:"really?"), in that it really worked thru my ideas, and I filled the pages up (the 60 drawing sketches kinda helped).
I guess he didn't really read all the writing on the pages, nor share it around "friends."
I started my new all-inclusive sketchbook for this semester, and I'm already filling the pages up.
I've already completed my first drawing six (aka one) drawing that is due Tuesday.
I don't know, it's like I woke up this morning invigorated, ready for this year to start. Ready to prove myself as an artist.
My hands smell like fixer and I'm just really happy right now.
I'm even blocking the cold chill in the air out of my mind and looking at the beautiful sun shining thru the grey.
All that is missing right now is my boy. We don't get to see each other every waking moment like we did last semester, winter break, summer break... I wish I could be less reliant on him for my own personal happiness, but it's hard when you love someone that much.