Designated Doodler

Dr. Wong is a fictional psycho-therapist on Law and Order SVU I am so proud that I made these...they are by far my greatest comedic artistic contribution to the world.

My class is stupid. Not just what we're learning but the actual people in my class...not the sharpest Prismacolors in the box. We had an option to either not have class today or to come in and watch a video....guess what they voted for.....CLASS. WTF?!?! So here I sit, watching videos of Chris Burden doing some crazy shiz that he considered "art." These things include watching him light pants on fire...watching him lay in bed for 22 days in a gallery...watching him lie down naked (in a gallery) with two glass shelves on his shoulders, having gas poured on the shelves and having them lit on fire...watching him get drunk and high in a gallery...watching him crawl through glass (mostly NAKED) in "Through the night softly," watching him lay in the street in the dark under a tarp with flares until he was arrested....watching him get shot in a gallery... Oh yeah and he set up his body on a car in a crucifixion-like manner and nailed his hands/feet to the car and the c

I ride these waves of cotton Am alit by the latern moon Navigating dream filled waters Arriving nowhere too soon Places I wish were forgotten This raft rises and falls You push me away and then you call I run away from and then run back But how far can you get When you're on a raft? Deep night Wandering thoughts Truths that cannot be fought You are seeking, you have sought A reality that is not right Lie down on this raft And pull your covers up high And when you are lost Look up at the sky Feel the surf, its rise and break Let the ebbing tide of slumber Lap over this tired mind And pull consciousness under In hopes that maybe I'll find Solid ground when I awake

I found myself sitting across from one of my favorite professors, and a total stranger. I've never had to interview for a class, until now. So here I was...after my internship and nearly three hours at the health clinic; here I sat, my head feeling like a rock, my eyelids heavy and my thoughts running on the fuel of a cheese stick and a mini Snickers bar. I actually had to refrain from laughing when the interviewer asked how I handled stress. If I had a video montage of the week thus far to show them they'd be laughing too. Running all over the place, going to work, going to class, I got an email Monday from a professor telling us we had a test that week (and apologizing for forgetting), I had a paper due that I wrote in twenty minutes the night before, life was, and is, on fast forward. So instead of busting up in a fashion typical of a deliriously sleepy person I instead smirked, answered that I handle stress well and briefly described my schedule this semester. Which was

Okay, so I have fifteen minutes until Whose Line starts and I figured I should share more about my disturbing art history class...just incase you weren't already disturbed enough. Don't forget that it is my personal view that none of this is art and the majority of these works are "abominable," and no, not like the snowman. We'll start with the lesser disturbing and work our way up...take Acconci's "Trademarks" for example, where "the artist" sat naked in a gallery and proceeded to bite himself. Yes, I said bite himself. He bit wherever his mouth could reach and left "trademarks" all over his body. I'm not sure how he ended up in a gallery and not in a padded room. Continuing on the theme of nudity...VALIE EXPORT (In Tap and Touch) took the mental scarring public by being in public with her upperbody encased in a cardboard box...that opened to the front...with drapes. She let strangers (dudes) reach in and touch her fun bags.

What is art? Everyone has their own definition. But I've stumbled upon a type of "art" that I refuse to call "art." The movement of Actionism is little known to the general populous and consists of a myriad of disturbing works that I've been forced to learn about through an upper level art history class. It's a good thing I go into this class every T and TH hungry. So first of all, lets define actionism, this is how Term Wiki describes it "English version of general German term for Performance art, but was specifically used for the name of the Vienna-based group Wiener Aktionismus founded in 1962. The principal members of the group were Gunter Brus, Hermann Nitsch and Rudolph Schwarzkogler." So it's this type of "art" that (from what I can tell) utilizes dead animals, genitals and blood to create "pieces of art." Take for example Acconi's Seedbed, Sonnabend Gallery, NYC 1972. The picture looks unassuming enough and y

I have learned something about college; and unfortunately, it's that it can be really lonely. Don't get me wrong, I have lots of friends, but college isn't the roller coaster of pure awesome that so many people make it out to be. And the more stressors that are present, the more of your time is taken up and the more time is taken up the lonelier you feel. Rushing from one thing to the next, from one class to the next from one internship to a class, from class to a job from jobs to interviews from interviews to sorority meetings. It's more like a roller coaster of ridiculousness that involves odd sleeping habits, poor eating habits and a constant struggle with parking, papers, tests, projects and lots of TUMS. My second most popular drink is Pepto Bismol and ZONE protein bars, Nilla Wafers and Yoplait are keeping me alive. Anyway, so here I am, half-studying, half nursing an upset stomach and fully invested in watching this new episode of HOUSE M.D. I'm not quite sur

This morning I woke up at eight something, so much for sleeping in late. I laid there in my pink plaid pajama bottoms and pink TCU hoodie, wrapped in a sea of green sheets. I rested my hand on my chest and felt my heartbeat through both layers of clothing. It beat fast, as usual. And I continued laying there, relishing the fact that I didn't have to be anywhere. My obnoxiously squeaky bed screeched in protest as I got up and opened my blinds. This was going to be a day of errands, artwork and reading my media law book. But no matter what exactly I'm doing the realization that I'm nearly half-done with my last year of college is never far from my thoughts. There are so many possible directions for my life to take post-college that it's mind boggling. Haha, that reminds me of last night when I got caught up on an episode of Community I had missed. Ahbed and Troy had a housewarming party and Jeff created six parallel timelines by rolling a die to see who had to go answer t

On nights like this, I wish I had someone I could run to. Someone I could fall apart to. Someone who would wrap me in his arms and not even try to convince me everything would be okay, because he was smart enough to know that it wouldn’t be. But who would sit there in the silence with me. “Is there a cure?” is one of the first things people ask when you tell them your father has cancer. And I hate the answer. I had a nightmare last night, one part of which involved me knowing that I was only going to live for one more day. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine what it must feel like to not be certain that you’d be around tomorrow? I experienced that feeling in a dream, for a brief amount of time. And it was an awful feeling. Yet, every night when my Dad goes to bed, he’s not sure if he’ll wake up the next day. And as I sit here with burning eyes, the most painful throbbing in my head and that familiar ache in my chest, it breaks my heart to think of how my Dad must feel. Occasionally h

The piece I have chosen to analyze is Gerrit Dou’s Dentist by Candlelight. A Dutch painter from the 1600’s, Dou began this piece that explores everyday life in 1660 and completed it in 1665. Painted with oil on oak panel (14x10 in.), the piece, which is mostly bathed in blacks and grays, has an eerie lure to it. Entrapped on the oak is a man with his mouth agape, sitting in a wooden chair, wearing a distinct look of anticipating agony. The man looks to the ceiling, where his eyes are met with an alligator hanging from the ceiling; the alligator’s mouth agape as well, with its underbelly aglow. The dentist holds a single candle to the man’s face with one hand, and with the other holds back the patient’s forehead. A concerned wife stands before the man, holding his hand, which is securely fastened to the arm of the chair. The viewer anticipates action, as the scene seems ready to unfold at any moment. The three people in this situation form a sort of circle through their lit facades and

History Behind the Piece Commissions, requests and patrons pay the artist Supper at Emmaus is one of five Caravaggio was commissioned to do Religious decline in 1600’s Style of time was Baroque Caravaggio started Baroque Naturalism Meaning Behind the Piece The picture is of an innkeeper, Jesus, and two men who had been walking with Jesus and just now realized Jesus’ identity. What's going on: Jesus blessing bread, other two freaking out, innkeeper is unaware. Caravaggio is a skilled artist and portrays their emotions well. How Caravaggio Paints Decisions must be made as an artist, Caravaggio decides to portray characters emotionally, use shadows to his advantage, and arranges the props to reflect the scene. Overall, the work is lifelike and expresses vast emotion, reflecting the talent of Caravaggio. Bib Hibbard, Howard. (1983). Caravaggio. New York, NY: Harper & Row. Puglisi, Catherine R. (1998). Caravaggio. London: Phaidon. Rosenberg, Naomi, (1999). Saints & sinners Carav