Ok a couple of very exciting announcements.

1. I have been slaving over some art work the past couple of days to let out my frustration. I was dead serious about eventually selling my stuff so I started a blog in which the sole purpose is my art. It is an attempt to spread the word.


http://vincitomniaveritas.tumblr.com

2. I have created my first DeviantART account! I figured this was a good way to spread the word and hopefully sell some prints before I figure all the details out of selling my stuff.

http://veritas-art-project.deviantart.com


I feel weird selling my art but maybe its what im supposed to do. Just so this isnt only text here is my latest creation.




This would be the half-way product. I scanned it just in case someone would like it better in black and white.



And this is the color version. Drawn and painted in my sketchbook with sharpies and watercolors :)

I am living, breathing, and eating my art until I go back to school. I am determined to make this happen.

I hate this fucking economy.I need to figure out how the hell to sustain myself before I go broke. I lost my job at school because I don't get money from FAFSA. That's right, just bc i make it a point to pay my tuition so im not drowning in loans unlike 70% of my fucking school then that must mean im loaded and thus not poor enough to work...go figure on the logic. To make matters worse I go to school in the middle of fucking no where...I literally live in the Evergaldes...so there's no where to work. On top of that I'm only home for 2 months

My mom said to just chill out for a while and leave everything up to chance. WTF? Has she not met me? I'm a control freak. I'm the kind of person who likes knowing what happens in a movie. I like being prepared. I hate leaving things up to chance. Everytime I do I end doing something stupid or I end up getting fucked.

I have a year to figure out my life. A year and I'm done with school. Law school isnt going to happen because I've always wanted to write or do art. Journalism was an option for a long time but then I ended up at fucking Ave. An unaccredited school more suited for those interested in philosophy and theology. Don't get me wrong, i am receiving a good education, it just may not count for shit when i graduate.

So my options on how to sustain myself for the next year are so far as follows:

A. become a prostitute (immokalee is only 10 min away)
B. start pushing drugs (I would make a shit ton like this at ave haha...and again immokalee is only 10 min away)
C. find a sugar daddy (lots of rich old guys in naples)
D. start selling my art

D seems to be the winner. I've never sold my art nor do I even know how to make prints but dammit I will learn! Do any of you know how?

I hate not having independence. It drives me insane.

I went to an art museum at FIU yesterday which I was pleased to learn was free to the public. Some of the art was very interesting...some others I just didn't get. I don't like to bash modern art because I understand the idea of speaking through metaphors rather than being confined to technique...however some of it looked like a 2 year old could do with no explanation whatsoever. Those pieces of modern art that did have explanation and I could identify the figurative art (so to speak) were fine and well done. Others sounded like a a bunch of big words thrown together like "metaphysics and the inner being". I have studied metaphysics and nothing about some of those pieces said anything about the study of being much less any other concepts from that branch of philosophy. Also, having an entire art exhibit called "Because I Say So" is already a red flag. There were literally pieces of paper glued onto a wall that were being called art. And an amplifier in the middle of the room was being called an art piece. WTF?

Anyway, I took some pictures with my camera phone of some of the things I found interesting (even if it looked a like a clown barfed). I don't remember the explanations for all of them so I may have made up a couple.







Ok the above exhibit I actually really enjoyed. It was a by a local Colombian born artist named Nancy Friedemann. A lot of her work is enamel on mylar. She may actually serve as the inspiration for the bookshelf I'm painting for my room.



A fire hydrant that had a seizure.



This one was kind of disturbing. It was an authentic KKK garment with stiches of mexican designs all over it. It was called "Reconquista" or "Reconquer". Is the artist trying to say white people are being conquered by Mexicans? Is he saying Mexicans are the new Klu Klux Klan? Is he saying white people have to accept Mexicans because they are getting even for the whole Conquistador deal? Is he saying Americans are no longer white? Is this another insulting attempt at being bi-cultural like that time Pitbul and a bunch of other Latin musicians decided to write a Spanish version of the American national anthem? I have no idea. However, I am Latin American and either way the it is spun I think I'm insulted.



My brother and I like to call this one chutes and ladders on crack.



A giant a cube of pins. Seriously.







I also really enjoyed all the art work from around the world donated by several philanthropists. I eat Asian stuff up.

So that was only a taste of everything I saw. Thoughts? Ideas? Interpretations? Anyone want to shed some light on the cube o' pins?

I am finally home! School is over! Although I must say I had an amazing last night in Naples partying out on the beach for 4th of July :)



But now I am home and have reaffirmed my love for Miami. The city where Cuban coffee is 85 cents, you can walk on South Beach with a drink in your hand, and there are clubs, tattoo shops, and art exhibits on every corner :) Kathy and Dom came to visit me and I showed them how amazing my home is.


At Mojitos on Espanola Way in South Beach.

( More Pictures from Kathy and Dom's visit )

I want to travel the world someday but I don't think there will ever be any place quite like home.

I can't believe Michael Jackson's dead. I've been listening to his stuff for as long as I can remember. Even as a little kid my parents would blast "Don't Stop Till You Get Enough" in the car. Regardless of his personal life (his final verdict is in God's hands now not the state of California's judiciary system) the man was an artistic genius. May God have mercy on his soul.

Here is one of my favorite Michael Jackson videos



The autopsy is supposed to come out today. I wonder what that's going to say...

Also, RIP Farrah Fawcett. She may have been a little before my time but I loved watching Charlie's Angels on TV Land as a kid. The woman was a bombshell with an iconic lightning bolt smile and feathered hair. I read somewhere that she was able to get her last rites so that made me a little happy.

I hope their families get through this. It's hard enough losing a loved one i can only imagine what it must feel like when the whole world is watching.

I decided to practice manipulating paints today. The end result:


The top one is water color, the middle is acrylic, and the bottom is oil. Clearly the oil paints are kicking my ass. Much harder than I anticipated.  The good news is I'm much better at acrylics than I remember :)

I'm really trying to bring art back into my life yet I'm always either too busy or completely uninspired. Where do you find inspiration?

Oh and isn't this exciting?

I need to get the hell out of here and go home. NOW.

I want my bed, my room, my house, my cats, my friends, my family, and my city.

For some reason these funks always come back...even after I've learned to appreciate being here and have basically almost completely given up my rebellious ways. I've practically finally quit smoking (dont even find enjoyment out of it anymore), i don't drink until i'm wasted anymore, no illicit drug use, no shop lifting, no crazy spontaneous adventures usually resulting in illegal activity, and i've pretty much cut men out of my life for almost a year and only slipped up once, romantically speaking anyway (although I have managed to be celibate for almost a year which is quite an accomplishment.). I even worked on my spiritual life and reaffirmed what I believe in. I did all of this out of my own free will. To better myself as a person. It sucks. It's hard. Granted I had certain events occur in my life within the past year that made it a little easier to want to do this for myself. I'm a completely different person than I was even a year ago yet I never feel good enough for this place. I don't even know if I'm completely myself anymore. I feel kind of stagnant if that makes sense. Something is still missing.


Maybe I'm just never fucking satisfied.

What's the most exciting thing to happen at Ave Maria in 2 years? Publix opened! Yes, we are just one step closer to being civilized since we now have a grocery store within walking distance of our dorms instead of being half an hour away. How exciting is this exactly?

This exciting:

An aisle long beer selection! Instead of beer runs we can now have beer walks. Also, since it just opened there are mad sales and employees shoving free samples down your throat :)

In light of this joyous occasion and our friend Casey going back to the seminary, my friends and I went out to a new English pub in town. I was able to enjoy some Irish Smithwicks and  the company of my friends. I would probably die out here without them.

This morning I went to the Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary with my bio class. It was beautiful! I suggest making a pit stop there if you are ever in SW Florida. Not only is the trail breathtaking, but they have an adorable little gift shop with some quirky things...such as the owl coin purse I fell in love with.



Oh, and I must mention that I got my bonsai tree earing holder from Urban Outfitters. It's on major sale so get on that now!

Countdown until i go home: 9 1/2 days :) I don't know whether or not I'm going to find a job, stay home and start my thesis, study for the lsat, or become a beach bum. The possibilities are endless at this point. Unfortunately, I have about a year to figure out what to do with my life after I graduate and I have no idea where to even start. There is so much that I want to do and I'm afraid that I'll never get around to it or have the means to do it.

Ok, apparently they network here at school has decided to block all image hosting websites. I'm very upset by this because i was going to post up probably one of the funniest pictures ever taken of my friends and I taking shots. I promise I will have that up as soon as I can.

Anyways, it was my room mates 23rd birthday tonight. I've known Bekah for about 3 years now and I absolutely love her. We went out to a bar to celebrate. After about a year of akwardness, I ended up talking to my ex boyfriend for a while and it was actually a lot of fun. I kind of miss him being one of my best friends. I have no interest in dating the guy though. It's sad because he's a really good guy, honestly I should like him, I just don't. Life is wierd that way.

Before we went to the bar we spent the day at the beach and this morning  I went to my bio lecture in which the only things discussed were skin cancer and sex. The latter is a pretty interesting lecture to be had at an ultra conservative catholic school.

I have to work tomorrow which majorly blows. I would be at an afterpartly right now if that weren't the case.