Puzzling through artschool

Before I clicked, I asked God a wish, Please give me proof, That the outcome I desire, Will be reality.

I am sure it's possible, I did it before, And it will happen again, So give me your strength, And bring this project to an end.

And there it went, Straight to hell, Disspeared just like I want to, Delude, poof, in thin air, But the only thing there, Is my sequence.

Worked on it for hours, For some days, Cut down 15 to 2 minutes, Found suiting music, Finished the sequence.

And gone it was, As I clicked a wrong button, Right after attempting a word with God, Who or what or if ever that might be.

A finished video is expected at 11, I want to be taken to heaven, This thing called "living", Such a shitshow, This awfull game.

Hard Edge - Working with paper compositions

Hard Edge - Paper Compositions

One arttheory lesson about the Hard Edge movement, and one assignment inspired by that and Larry Zox.

Given on: 7-12-2020

Delude in thin air, Sun no longer shining on hair, Fragnance of bed sheets, And no nosebleeds.

To not be, To not see, To not hear, To not smell, To not feel, To not be real.

If not exists, It can't resist, It can't control, Won't take toll.

To not be, To be everything and nothing, At the same time, It will go fast, As slow as nothing was meant to last.

Then time isn't there, Even when it's everywhere, An endless pause, A never stopping cause.

The coin had two sides, Even if one hides, Observe their shape, Know the differences.

Upside down, Downside up, Won't matter, When it's one cup.

Full and empty, Black and white, Wrong and right, Turn it around, It's all one sound, Simulation and reality, Stimulation and lucidity.

To be and not to be, Existence and divinity. Experience being a part, Living is a whole art.

"I don't want to be here." Maria whines. "It's not that bad Mama!" Mini excites. "Little bitch. Don't call me that!" Maria cries. "But you are so pretty and cool..." Mini hides.

"I don't care little shit, drown in your own drool!" Maria hates. "Drown?" Mini asks. "To run your little throat over with water until you collapse from agonous chocking, babe." Maria masks. "But how will I make people happy than???" Mini blasts. "Don't you scream or cry, or I'll make you with my knife!" Maria says. "Knives are dangerous Maria, please don't!!!" Mini begs.

"Yeah that's what makes them usefull. Fuck your whining, Fuck your crying, Let's see how many breaths it takes, Until we start colliding, Hold on tight darling, It's over in a second, You're testing my nerve, I'll bring you, What you deserve." Maria rhyms.

"Maria confuses me, While sweet is all, I am trying to be. Kisses, laughter, cuddles, All you want for free, Splashing the puddles, Climbing the tree, And blowing bubbles. Why do you want to kill me? I am not mean, Can't you see? Just play with me, And leave it be. Laughter and fun, An infinite amount, Eating candy, Playing merry-go-round. Give me a hug, some love, Maybe a belly rub. I promise, I'll behave, Don't lock my up, In a cold dark cave..." Mini says.

-         Rachid, Savanna, Whatsapp

[20:04 - 20:11] – [01/12/2020]

[19:23] Savanna: ‘Wil je mee doen?’, ‘Wil je dit met mij doen?’

[19:23] Rachid: ‘I suck at it lo’

[19:24] Savanna: ‘Allebei 2x, 2 zinnen, om de beurt. In totaal dus 8 zinnen, we vullen elkaars 2 zinnen aan.’, ‘Heb je een ondererp’

[19:25] Rachid: ‘Lust’, ‘Nee’, ‘Taart’

[19:25] Savanna: ‘Engels of Nederlands?’

[19:26] Rachid: ‘Engels is makkelijker voor me’

[19:26] Savanna: ‘Oke’. ‘Englis it is’,

‘Cake’

[19:26] Rachid: ‘Yes’

[19:29] Savanna:

‘A piece so sugary, Sweet and heavenly,’

[19:38] Rachid:

‘With the frosting oh so lovely, Be vanilla or chocolate especially,’

[19:38] Rachid: ‘Sorry I suckXD’

[19:56] Savanna: ‘No you don’t’

[20:00] Rachid: ‘Dacht dat je in slaap had gevallen’

[20:02] Savanna:

‘A heart gracefully iced, In one bite mesmerized,’

[20:11] Rachid:

‘My love your taste ignites, A bite my tongue excites’

-         The Farquaad Star Squad, Whatsapp Participants: Savanna, Vera, Mariska – Veravari

[20:11] – [27/11/2020] – [07:24] – [28/11/2020]

[20:11] Savanna: ‘We gaan poezie schrijven’

[20:12] Mariska: ‘ik vind dat heel leuk’

[20:13] Savanna: ‘Ja ook samen’

[20:13] Mariska: ‘heb je een onderwerp?’

[20:13] Savanna: ‘Hmm’,

‘Kaarslicht’

, ‘Vrije interpretatie’, ‘Mag metafoor zijn voor iets, symbolisch, letterlijk, representatief voor iets everythinggg’

[20:19] Mariska: ‘okay!’

[21:24] Vera:

‘Er zit een kaars, In m’n laars. M’n teen wordt heet, En ik zweet. Met een fluit, Blaas ik hem uit The end’

[21:33] Savanna: ‘!!! Yes’

[21:39] Savanna:

‘Dat gloeiend goud, Dat rode licht, Dat mij warm houdt. Flonkelt in het donker, ’s Nachts in een koude winter. Beschijnt het duister, Schaduw bruist er.’

[00:56] Mariska aan [21:24 Vera: ‘Er zit e…]: ‘ik moest hier echt om lachen’

[01:16] Mariska:

‘(v) uurtje In mum van tijd stonden we aan en willen dit kwijt voordat we weer gaan Wij zijn vuurtjes van korte uurtjes ogen glijden naar ons toe en maken grote kijkers moe licht en warmte zijn ons ding op muren tekenen we jouw schim In half de tijd ben je ons bijna kwijt Wij zijn vuurtjes van korte uurtjes erg kort maar zeker fel zijn wij jouw metgezel steek je ons aan dan blaas je ons uit doe je dart niet dan branden wij zuid Wij vuurtjes van korte uurtjes zijn zo voorbij daarom brand mijn vraag steek je er nog een aan voor mij?’

No matter where I look,

One blink is all it took. All I see is agony, Pain and misery.

Darkness creeps up, Until it's all around. Starting to feel bound, To this cold hard ground.

A half full cup, Is partly empty. As nothingness can be, Transparant, clear and free.

When agony enters me, Bounds losen from my body, I escape the ground, Fly high above the clouds.

There in the sky, Until I start to cry, My mind wakes up, Leaving my body disrupt.

For my soul fell into a crack, Right in this vessel, That experienced attack, Once again tied to the ground.

Please take me back, Heaven hear my sound.

Reality

More than self

Comfort

Inspiration: