Photography & Painting

This comes in two parts, Photography and Painting.... With a third little snippit of rambles at the end. Remember, you love me anyways, quirky is more fun then dull and boring.

Photography
So, my Digital Camera, Colin, is on his last leg. He no longer turns off fully, so I must pop his batteries after the lense goes back in. He also likes to half turn off after every few photos. This leads to missed shots and corrupted files. Needless to say, I'm saving up for a camera (who wants to get me a Nikon D3000? Pretty Please with Cherries). Until then, I will still use Colin when I'm at home, and mum's camera. I've a horse show to shoot the 11th, so I'm getting to know hers better. (I've named it Harriet, since she never names anything of imporance like she should.)
Not only am I using Harriet, but I'm taking this as an opportunity to really dive into the world of film. So, I'm on the hunt for film cameras and film, both expired and not. I've two of mum's three film cameras (neither work, but I still love them and will name them,) my original 110 Crayola camera, some random pink one I was given as a secret santa ($5 or less....), and until I get a working 35mm of my own, my Grandmum is letting me borrow hers (I've named her Francine.) I've been pretty much searching through the house for film (I've 6 expired rolls, one being in use ATM), and single-use vacation cameras. I've a friend who is willing to let me have a few that she got for free. If I didn't already have a fru-fru pet name for her, I'd give her one now. I just wish I could Pay her back.
Anyway, below is a picture of my current collection of film and cameras (plus you can see the slip from Walmart, I dropped off a roll today, my coin jar, my digital camera case, and my jar of Marmite). Then, on to painting.

Painting
So, today after I took Francine for an hour and a half walk outside, I decided to schlepp all of my paints and canvases and boards outside. Lots of spazzing and flicking, messing around and a little bit of trying to make something that doesn't suck. Really, I've no niche, I've no real skill at painting. So, I'm pretty much just messing around and trying to figure out what I'm gonna want to practice over and over, to be good at. Any suggestions are TOTALLY loved. Fo' Sho'.
Oh, and a random blue leaf-ed tree that I painted. Why....? I dunno.

So, now, random spazzing.

My camera is dying. My Zune, Ronaldo, is going as well. I've the worst timing ever. Marching band is coming up, as well as school. I need to get a job. Damn. Okay, I'm done complaining.

In other news that won't make sense to you, but I'd like to get it off my chest. I tried. I'm not sure if it was bad timing on my part, or if my efforts are in vain, and that's to hard to admit.? I'm to impaitient. Grrr, Arggg. Imma go sleep or something? I dunno.

With love,

Sarah

Inspiration, Friends, School and Assistance Wanted

My ideas and inspiration come from different places. Life, music, the internet, movies, television, and the people I meet to name some of said places. Some times I jump into whatever I'm doing, feeling totally uninspired and drained of creativity. When that happens, one of three things may happen. A)I end up kicking ass, B)I end up a terrible hot mess or C)I end up having fun while creating a terrible hot mess. Sometimes I wonder if there is a better way? You know, a way to find inspiration without causing chaos, without any disappointment of your work not turning out how you hoped.
I fear that I may have lost two friends by the end of the summer. But, when I say lost, I mean they will still be my friends, but, we will rarely ever speak or see each other. I will admit, I am not taking it well, being almost completely ruled by my emotions. I've told this to one of the two, the one who is moving, otherwise known as Taylor, and she smacks me. I don't think she gets it totally. I watched her move from her old school to mine, and I saw how much she talked to her old friends. She's moving again, and I get to be an old friend, I'm afraid I'll lose one of my closest friends. Then again, there is a difference between her other old friends and I; My mum would drive me to the ends of the earth to make me happy. I'm sure hers would as well, but still. My mum is awesome. Taylor also hates how I doubt I will see our mutual friend as well. I wish she could see it from my perspective, to understand why I feel how I feel when with both of them, and where my doubts come from. I don't want to lose him, as a friend or more if I can muster up a facade of sanity, but we've never hung out the two of us, and I doubt he really wants too. (I'll stop now, I could go on and on about how I feel third-wheelish, but I won't. Just know, I feel it quite frequently, in many different groups of people.)
School begins next month, my last year as a high schooler. I am excited and petrified at the same time. My work load is larger than it was my junior year, and most doubt my ability to keep up with it and succeed, but still. I have to, if I want to get into the school I want to get into the school I want to get in to. Yeah, I'm going to get in, so this year I will kick ass.
Last thing before I sign off, and post one of the last photos I took of Taylor by herself (Long shutter speed, flash and glowin' stuff). It may possibly sound as though I care for nothing of what I attempt to create, and only care for "popularity," if you could call it that. But, I don't really care. Comments make my day. It's one thing to see who sees what via stats on blogger draft. It's another to hear you like what I've posted, or have a suggestion for me to make it better. I'm done being awkward in my quest to ask for your input.

With Love,
Sarah

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Cha-Cha-Changes

Let's just say I was tired of the long-ass blog name. And I've begun to feel as though my life is static, unmoving and never evolving. So, new name to the blog, and I'm working on a banner of some sort. I like it better, and this way I wont spell the url wrong, which I've done on many occasions.
I've many paintings in the works, but I keep getting distracted, right when I plan on working on them. It's frustrating, as is finding yourself liking someone. You know they can't like you back, and you try to stop liking them, but then they show how smart or witty they are, and you're stuck even more. If anything, it makes me feel lonely, which I detest. So, I'm left trying to portray the loneliness and then the anger I feel for myself because I feel lonely. It doesn't turn out well.
On a happier note, I've had my sketchbook Lotus for almost a month now, and he's about half-full. I took a bit of a break from drawing every day, but as of last night, he and I are re-acquainted, and the few bits of world history I remember have been illustrated. I also found this site, Illustration Fridays, and am glad to say I think I will start partaking. It is always easier when someone comes up with the idea for me. Some times, I just can't think in a coherent enough manner, even for myself. The ideas get jumbled up and start wrestling each other, trying to get to the top of the pile. That just makes them harder to sort through.
I'm quite discouraged in my attempts to hold an art show. Venues don't like short-term renting, no one is willing to help me out. I'd do a solo show, but I lack the confidence in my own work, and the patients and work ethic to produce that much art.
I think I'll go draw a bit, maybe even write a bit. I'm not quite sure. Have a good day, oh and check out the picture at the end of the post. I light painted with taylor and Matt the other day, and this was one of my favorite shots.

With love,
Sarah