Art Therapy

this week [on my days off of course] i am going to start self - art therapy
and for each project i am going to post the picture, how i did it, why i did it, and how
it made me feel. please feel free to duplicate the projects!

{to be continued...}

Baby Biographies

It's been a good minute, but I have a new project: Baby Biographies. What is a Baby Biography? The idea started out when Charles Darwin set out to study infants. This idea spread to a few others interested in studying personality. They are soley obersavtional and can be biased, since the books are on the writers own child. Thus sparking my inspiration to set out and record how infants grow in their personality and other means. The child that the Baby Biography will be based on is my boyfriends 14 month old daughter. I have already seen immense change in how she reacts to me in the month I have been near her. She even signs!!! Yes this biography might be a bit biased but I am so inlove with her. :) So every month, I will summarize what I have written down, just for fun. And How!

"The Body as Temple"

Here are some controversial ads about a yoga product, toesox. But I am inspired by her body. Not in a porn aspect but as an aspect of how I want to practice yoga, to achieve a body like that!

From an photo students point of view, these pictures are amazing with her use of body. The fact they are black and white are a plus!

Family

I have an amazing immediate family. A loving mother, a determined father and the best sister anyone could ever ask for. But what about the rest?
About your rest?

Why are we not as tight nit as we once were, America being a whole mind you? Is this cuz of the distance, the fact we live in one family homes, the idea of independence? I wonder this sometimes.
The internet, e-mail, and social networks are bridging us together but is it just as impersonal? Now please don't get me wrong, for I am not bashing my family or anyone else's, just a thought and I'm pulling a Lewis Carol and jotting it down before it drifts off into oblivion.

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Explosions in the Sky

In less than 3 days, I will embark back to the place I fell madly I love with. Yes, some of you have guessed it; Utica, NY. Now it's not that I do not love Clarksville in the least. Its just that Utica just calls to me, and I am sure I am the most cornest person talking about Utica like a Warrior Poet, but it does!! I still get surprised with stuff in Clarksville though, Like hwy 48/13. Baffled by it. But it's not the same.

Alot of my friends in Utica are worried (As well as Clarksville) and I totally understand their concern, for both parties - his and mine. But its really hard to explain to someone who has never truely experienced it.
You are living, not being with them where you can go to your own corner but with them almost 24/7, with this person for a year and some change. You have spilled things to this person that you have told other people but it matters how this person takes this information. When you hear their voice, even after the roof came off, you heart still beats hard.
Why is it beating hard? Why do your palms still get sweaty when you get nervous around this person? Why do you get "high" when you sing "Congradulations" by Blue October and remember him dancing? Shouldn't you forget him dancing? Shouldn't you stop looking to see if the gas station sells OM because that person they dont sell that beer in the south? When you are with another person (sorry...) shouldn't they be the one who you think about when you close your eyes and not him? Why Him???
Because deep down, you know you are Soul Mates.

When I am here, in Clarksville, I just feel alive.
When I am there, in Schuyler/Utica, I feel like Im home. And frankly, being an Army Brat who moved every two years of half of her life (the really crucial times - fuck High School) home is a wierd feeling.
Its hard to explain.

But the Lord Willing, I am going to just go with the flow and have faith that this will work out, the second time around.


I want to be with him, no matter where we are. Utica, NYC, Schuyler, anywhere. I want to see explosions in the sky with him. Three more days

Step 2. Reformat

It never fails me when I get touched with indecisiveitus (totally a maus term). In Step 1. I mentioned my plan of action. Today, Wednesday, I decided not to enlist and just go to school the loan way. This decision makes it easier for me to go hike all 210 miles of the John Muir Trail with daddy while his body permits.
However, the goal is still the same: become an Art Therapist.

I had accompanied my sister in her very stressful quest to register for classes (the hardest part about college I feel) and even though we were in a military focused community college, I felt inspired to go to school more than to enlist. Knowing me I might change my mind again.
Let's see what step 3. leads to.

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Step 1. Think About It

Today, being Monday, the last full week of October, I am laying out my plans for life, I guess?

I have a jist on what I want - to be an Art Therapist- and I might have an idea on how to become one.

It's all about hoop jumping, as my Aunt calls it. So the hoops I want to put in place are the following:
[x] Obtain proof of birth
[ in progress] Study high school subjects to refresh mind for test
[thinking Air Force] Decide which branch of the Military to enlist in
[] Serve the term
[] Go to School for Psychology (Easier and more realistic in AF than Army)
[] Use G.I. Bill to continue school
[] Go to NYU for Art Therapy.


I might have to delete or rearrange my hoops but I am thinking this is a good route.
And noting that I am considering Air Force, this will probablly make alot of people happy since they feel I should NOT join the Army. Well nut buster for ya, I will join the Army after all of this because I want to be an Art Therapist for the Army.


My mother teaches on an Army base and the stories she tells me of these children kill me.


But time is not on my side, so Step 2. will have to commence at a later time.

duces.