My 100th Post!

This is my 100th post. I don't know what to say but wow.

Answers.

Well how did it go? It went alright.

I'm preparing myself for the questions I will be asked in the future. They will ask how my gallery show went and I will say, it went alright. I wish I had electricity running to the light bulbs I hung. I wish I could have changed what I put on the ids. I would just rather have a name, id number, and a birthday. Plain and simple. If I really did this project right and I'm basing this on my artist's statement; which I made a week before it was due. It would have just been about Mexicans. Cause really the people I used really made it too much "beating around the bush" and safe. To be honest the idea was there but I really need to go out of my way to get it done correctly.

Here is my artist's statement. Which I have a feeling nobody read but myself in the gallery.

Already Here, Already Home

One idea grew into another and I should have someone shake me for thinking so narrow. I didn’t like the way my California ID card looked or rather my California Driver’s License. There is a difference, yet you get them at the same place and they make you fill out the same form. It wasn’t because I disliked my picture. It was for the design and principle. I don’t want to read your eye color; I want to look in them. When will I ever outspokenly doubt your identity based on the number of your weight? What do people who “card you” look at first? Your date of birth, the expiration date, the face on your card, then at your face, where you’re from, your height, and maybe your name if you’re lucky.
So these opinions and thoughts gathered and another idea arose. A piece of paper and a set of numbers should not determine who you are but that is what this world has become today. Know issues that are inevitable. And know the things that are not because we are all held by them. Many have lived and breathed the air and stop breathing in it because that is where their desire had led them whether or not they thought about it. There are too many people in this world to recognize the great ones and leaders sitting next to you on your way to a city you can’t wait to arrive in. So I come to you with a question mark of judgment and it needs to be answered now because we can’t kick the habits of neglect to our problems and our people. Who is staying and who is leaving? Who is staying and who is leaving?! I’m already here and we’re already home.

+Ella Aviña

Oldskool Sensual Woman

"Sensual Woman" by The Herbaliser. I first heard this song a long time ago when I was in high school. This song has a woman speak about sex as a woman and defining it like a dictionary. I like it but I was afraid of other people hearing me listen to it. Especially if members of my family were curious to know what I'm listening to. Its not the case anymore. I am of age and I like it just the same.

I'd Rather You Not Look At Me Today

Its weird how I notice that when my room is a mess I feel abnormal. I feel lost and worried.

I need to start buying books on bar tending, architecture, and feng shui.

Photo 121 is Close

Photo 121 critique is tomorrow. So I am now or should be working on having all my final pieces put together. I printed a few things out and overall I am happy with two of the six assignments we completed.

What I need to do.

Draw a diagram on the back of mat board. I also need to tape a hinge to mat board and print but I think I need to get a special tape. And also I am not sure which print I am going to use for about 3 of them.

A also owe Fatuma 80 bucks.

After tomorrow is over I will just have to focus on this journal. Which is actually not a bad thing. I kinda liked it over all. It was also therapeutic to me. It let my ideas and angst reveal other things.

What Baby Is This?

"What baby is this!?" my niece one time told me that she meet my sister at target. She's a little lier but it was so cute! I miss her so much. I often think she has forgotten about me but Jesus tells me she still remembers a lot of other people, as encouragement.

What Time Do I Work Tomorrow?

I have lost myself in the week that is. I don't remember what time I work tomorrow. I think I do some addicting behaviors but who's to say they are not right or wrong. I can get lost in playing video games. I know a few times I would waste a summers worth on Final Fantasy or Super Mario, The SIMs, Roller Coaster. My boyfriend at the time got me interested in the game City of Heroes and Sid Meier's Civilization. HOURS and HOURS of my life.

Outside Infront of Duncan Hall

I look like a total gansta in this pic.

Today is the day and I am not there

I just got home now and I won't be able to make it down to san jose in time to the opening of gallery 8. I have a job to attend to and i wish at times that I didn't have to go.

How Will I Do?

How will I ever survive next semester? No! I will survive, its just a matter of how happy I will be with myself afterward.

Meet Jonathan, Another Pathentic Man On MySpace

I have to deal with this crap at least once a month.

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I'm sure you do, just keep telling yourself that.