1) A sketchbook/work book used during the WARP class by art students to plan proposals, write ideas, draft amazing works of art, or just draw pretty pictures.
2) A self made workbook by WARP sudents; students mistakenly believe that if they create a gorgeous cover design for their WARP book, the TA or professor will be so charmed by their pretty cover that they won’t even bother looking inside and conveniently give you an A+ for all your efforts.
3) A meticulously planned torture tool designed by art professors to make the already burdened student infinitely more stressed out. Also a tool to help students cope (create) more all-nighters working on their drawings the night before they’re due.
I personally thing that the third definition is the most accurate in general, though the second definition applies mostly to me.
Masks are so much fun, and they don’t have to be tacky either. On the contrary, I think they can be quite classy.
Party like it's a masquerade ball
When gloomy becomes beautiful. When depressing days become the most inspiring.
gloomy but beautiful: contradiction much?
Old time, expired time, outdated time, ancient time, vintage time, enduring time, aging time…you get my drift.
No, not old "times", but just plain ol' old time. We all know time is outdated. Who even owns a watch these days?
Sometimes when you’ve promised yourself that you’ll take a photo every day for a year, you only cough up photos of a leaf outside your window. Well sometimes you don’t always need to take a winning photo.
And sometimes even leaves can have a menacing aura around them (I blame the red).
There’s nothing much like turning your everyday items into alien spaceships.
Flying saucers were inspired by kitchen utensils. Who would have thunk?
Pills, capsules, medicines….they’re a particular bunch, aren’t they. I’ve never really thought about them when taking photos but they can be an intriguing subject. Just think about how mysterious pills are in them selves, we don’t really know what’s inside, it could be sinister and deadly or it can be healing.
There's suddenly a lot more to question about a pill when you open it
I have so much fun with reflections. And in case you’re wondering, it’s a glass table. That’s all I’ll say so I don’t ruin the magic of reflections to you.
Only a few bubbles remain in focus
That’s right. This is a lid.
Maybe the only flattering view of my kitchen (through the dishes).
This photo is a (unplanned) continuation of my previous photo, Day 54: Emptiness.
It’a metaphor for loneliness, and I think this basket portrays it on a more internal level than the the chair version. What’s your interpretation?
What's sadder than an empty basket is an empty basket with holes.