ideas, hopes and my new project.

I've decided to spend the next five weeks until Semester starts designing and brainstorming my first novel. All I have are the characters, the general tone of the novel (how pathetic! haha) and a vague idea of how it will shape up.

Obviously because I intend to work on this piece until it is the best it can be, I won't be uploading it onto the internet on any of the numerous websites I'm a part of. Aside from this, I do hope to be able to post side stories, or similar things, onto this blog or my deviantart account. Or even my tumblr, perhaps. I also hope to be able to draw the characters as I write down their stories and personalities in accordance to the novel. This part will probably be the most difficult, as many of the characters I intend to use come from vastly different universes to each other (and some of them are approaching a decade old...). But... I will love finally writing about my dear brain children, haha.

Ah, how I love thinking about these big ideas while in the shower. I almost teared up in excitement! Which is silly.


xxx

Madi.

appropriation and other inspiring things

The most inspirational thing I've read all week: How to steal art like an artist and 9 other things nobody told me.

I wish I could read something like this everyday, maybe then my motivation to succeed in University would stick. Or my motivation in general, as the case may be.



On a similar note (to the blog), I think appropriation is one of the most fascinating forms of art. My Year 12 folio was on appropriation. I know many artists hate it, though. I can understand that. But for me? I see such beauty in these amazing reworkings.
                  "Appropriation is another significant Postmodernist idea. The thought being that if nothing is original, then why not just steal shamelessly? Pastiche, collage, deliberate reworkings of reworkings of other people's words, art and ideas. Appropriation is an important historical practice in art-making, in which the artist uses a previously existing form, image or sound in new ways. The creative effort is defined by the inspired selection and manipulation of found materials. The end result is a strangely familiar, yet an altogether new creation." Cut&Paste: Appropriation Art

by: Wijee

by: Jacob Taylor

Request Denied.

Misaki rubbed her temples, eyes shut tight and eyebrows drawn together in hard lines. The paperwork before her continued to pile up, no matter how hard she worked at it. It felt never ending. She sighed, opening her eyes and picking up another form.

Her desk was surrounded by many other desks, all the same in their cold, white appearance. They were in rows, no dividers between them save for a six inch wall attached to the ends of each desk. There was no privacy, and certainly no distinguishing characteristics. After three years of this desk job, Misaki still found it difficult to remember which was her station, only recognising it as hers by the small name tag on the top of her computer screen. Every computer had one, though. Its small text made it hard to distinguish each character from the next, and even after all this time she still--

Misaki sighed, flipping through the form. This one... ah. It was not for her. She passed it across to her right, giving her neighbour a small smirk as they groaned at the sight of more paperwork. She didn't file complaints, thankfully. Misaki only had to deal with requests.

Hah. Requests. What she would give to be able to request a change. She was sick of requests, sick of these forms and sick of her job. There was no challenge. There was no stimulation. She did a simple task all day, and yes, the pay was decent, but sitting in the same uncomfortable chair from nine till three (discounting her frequent toilet brakes and the occasional smoke) was pure, simple torture.

If only she had another option, though. She was only twenty-three, but this simple job was her only experience, other than a casual job she had as a waitress after she finished highschool.

Her fingers absently picked up another form, her unfocused eyes skimming the title. Maybe...

Misaki dropped the paper and turned on her computer, shocking her neighbours slightly. It was out of place.

Maybe she needed to just change anyway. This job was killing her. This monotony, this routine... She opened a new document, watching the little black line blink at her for a moment before typing the first words of her resignation.

She'd find a new job later.

Today is a day, where nothing can happen.

４月２８日木曜日です。

      This is the day. A chapter complete, a moment forever solidified within memory of flesh and mind. It will fade, but its ghostly touch will remain, burning across my shaking fingers and fluttering eyelids. 

      I want to remember you forever, but such a time is approaching its close far too soon. 

        Forever is a life, and all good things end.

Listen a moment, if you may spare your eyes;

I cannot speak coherently.

My words fall upon a deaf tongue; they struggle to string themselves together, to form patterns in the warm breath that mists before my chapped lips. It is dumb, this moment, this language of mine. Inconceivable. But yet I try again and again, a thousand times over, to express these unintelligible musings, these incomprehensible emotions.

Yet, as they fall on a deaf tongue,
 these poor words of mine,
they too fall on deaf ears. 

For your ears only;

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm sure you're all wondering who I am, but my name is inconseqential. All you need to know is that I'm not here to harm you, or to have any of my companions harm you.

(There is no need to cry, madam, this weapon is just for the cameras.)

Please, my dear friends, listen to what I have to say. I will only say this once, so pay attention."