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Two Sides of SharonGarp and Leslie

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Here's a little of what I've been working on:Acrylic lifts contact printed:Trying to find a 6x6 TLR like a Yashica 124G or Rolleiflex...Also trying to get into wet-plate collodian. Where could I find some plate holders for a 4x5 camera?

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Check out this sweet sculpture I did.(Thank you, Matt, for modeling it. )This is my final project for the same class "Androgynous Misogynists" was for. (Hooray Finals!!!)I call it: " 'The Inner Ring' or Universal Systems of Governance"I neglected all my other work to finish this, since, let's face it, making sculptures is more fun than writing about "the role of motherhood and matriarchs in

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This is a little collage I did for a class where we spend a lot of time talking about the social environment and its systems of operation. The week I did this particular project, we had just watched a movie called "painted babies"--a documentary about young girls in the South who are in beauty pageants, much like JonBenét Ramsey.

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I dreamt a few nights ago of the future. It seeemed we were at war or had recently endured some catastrophe--as though our economy had failed and everyone was wandering aimlessly. I was looking for a place to stay, because I had no real home or was traveling extensively. I remember the dream beginning with me on a city street corner where there were a number of very plain brick buildings. I was

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I'm the only person who showed up for work today...so far. Hopefully some kindhearted volunteer will drop by sometime this afternoon so I can eat something... It's tour-season, and the shop is filled with elderly women with puzzled looks on their faces who nod consistently because of some paulsy...Everything is too expensive. Everything is a novelty. They are either amused by everything, or

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i also dreamt that my "family" was trying to play music together in a backyard. I was the mother, and there were two children with us...Home with brilliant green grass (astro-turf ??) and many windows.remembering a dream where I was in a comic book/clothing/music store following a man I love around with another girl. They are very very happy and I am miserable. I don't recognize the man.

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in all my dreams last night, it was snowing.being driven around in a suburban neighborhood, first with a group of peer-ish friends, who morphed into an older person (perhaps?). They drop me off at the home of "a superior," (co-worker?). It turns very cold and damp. She lets me in...the others have left. She sits down with me in her living room. I realize the others had alluded to something

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and the rise of the image-sign.PROGRESSION. Buzzes inside and out of my reality every moment of every hour of every day. I cannot walk to class without being faced with progression. It looms over me in the cranes that build Creighton's mega-campus-complex. It barricades the doors of my workplace with plastic fence and mammoth piles of dirt labeled “sculpture garden.” It is “human condition.”

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I watched a graduate student presentation about a photography project that used a scanner in much the same manner as a large format camera. The scanner took more than 20 seconds to create an image, and often distorted its subject beyond the point of recognition. A major piece of the project included scanning television screens during movies, resulting in layered, sometimes complex images of the

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when everyone tells you "you're fucked," you can still make it.it's only when you say "I'm fucked" that you're actually stuck...the supposition that I cannot succeed only makes me more determined.does this point to an anti-social tendency? or an example of "good old fashioned American resolve" and a "positive work ethic." perhaps these things are more closely related than we think....

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until 4:08 pm Apr, 22 2008 An emotionally difficult time. There is increased jealousy, greediness, envy and other negative feelings. The colours of the world turn black and white. Sexuality and sensuality go up and strong, powerful emotions run high, whilst diplomacy and tact will noticeably decline. However, it is a good time for any occupation which needs intensity and total devotion.

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I have a few of these!foul-weather friend:The opposite of a fair-weather friend, a foul-weather friend only seeks you out if they have a problem, need a shoulder to cry on, a ride to town or someone to watch their dog, but otherwise they act as if they don't even know you. They're only your chum when they're glum. A foul-weather friend will never call you to go out with other friends, go

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I was about to fly off the handle, but then I realised it was the handle that had flown off and left me all to myself.

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if we consider cryptic dreams to be the mind's natural exploration of metaphors, then a conversion to imagery-based language will not be difficult.

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little cherub childeren float like insects under my eyelids when I try to run away

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i dreamt last night that I was at an airport with matchu's mother and all my teeth started to fall out. she was deeply concerned but we were interrupted by a man trying to kill me. he chased me all around the airport until I woke up.

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todayI saw a blind girl with hot pink hair, and I thought:"I hope she thinks of her entire life as a piece of performance art."

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the language of the artist is one that exchanges the "verbal" sign for a "visual" sign. I do not want to imply that the visual sign is not linguistic, because it is--indeed, the linguistic sign and the visual sign exist simultaneously, just as "thought" and "language" exist. Here, linguistic implies language--of all types. "Verbal" implies language of the word-type, while "visual" implies the

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latelyi have been dreaming of a farm so muddy that all hope of mobility is completely destroyed.the animals and the people cannot walk and vehicles are powerless. the entire ground is like quicksand, but...not quite as dangerous.in the spring as I grew up it used to get this way...in some areas around the barn the mud would be over two feet deep...this dream farm of mine is more like a complex of

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so,recently I watched a film in which most of the "speaking" was Japanese.and there were not subtitlesbutI watched it anyhowbecause i thought the sounds and visual language(s) and all that was being "said" was really interesting. [and also because i didn't really think it was supposed to have subtitles until i had already watched most of the film...]my understanding of Japanese being such that i

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i dreamt:i went to a halloween party where the floor had a huge hole in the middle covered only by a malleable linoleum substance that made you sink into the hole when you walked off the edges of the room..it was like blue parquet. then they told me that under the hole was many layers of squish and finally a pool of bright liquid lit from some unknown source. and i was thouroghly

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brought me this little noteof much significance:"on other daysI'm other thingson bright blue daysI flap my wings!"in blue crayola.

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days ago, a respected artist, friend and tutor told me "color photography is just silly...like icing on a pumpkin."and i was inspired and entertained...but then I thought of this:

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last night:everything a stark white/grey colour. mass gathering of peoples in a bowl shaped structure somehow attached to a collapsing but very beautiful victorian-style house. I think i was living there before the gathering. most notable was the bathroom, with molded walls which showed reversed indentations on the outer sides. one bathroom looked similar to the one in a house i lived in as a

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These two homebodies are naturally drawn to each other’s domestic natures. Both need a secure household to be happy, and have no trouble committing to one another. However, there are some significant challenges to this relationship. The Rat’s forceful personality can eclipse the shy Rabbit’s, causing hidden resentments. Similarly, the Rabbit’s high standards will seem impossibly high to the

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last night i lied awake for many hours thinking about arrangements life arrangements. family arrangements. fiscal arrangements. living arrangements. then i dreamt of the ghosts that haunt my workplace--painted with a ruby-glow and striking my co-workers with uneasieness and confusion. i was preparing for a birth or a wedding and could not be bothered by them. today, as usual, i continue to shift

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define work for me."exertion or effort directed to produce or accomplish something; labor; toil. "i wonder what it is that i accomplished today. Thinking about:sensory deprivation, biological devolution, dream realities, delusions, illusions and the like...see: Antonin Artaud, Jean Baudriallard...others? offer them up!wondering more about how dreams are reality are one in the same. "Imagination,

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