Foundation Recap

In The early hours it was The școwl

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Zolton asks me to repeat what happened in the years:

in foundation I cut the shapes with a plan in mind, from the objects around me. I sculpted over images in Google. The poem of the empty house dispersed me into nothing. And then I couldn’t see about the projections. I made prints using ‘the characters’ of two colours. Next: What is the red and what is the green. And then asked about the stories of the models for their photos. I planned everything before I did it. For product design we had to think fast. Perhaps I didn’t think very practically, as the paper water bottle couldn’t hold any water. Though I brainstormed cement into the eye bridge. Communication design: experimental: as quick as one can, reveals to converse with pictures or even film can make The ego vibrate into freedom or Madness. Here I explain my culture and then slowly realise how I got it wrong for example. Using objects for sculptures, some kind of robot. Some kind of song. When we are told to think of a magazine or a film, an exhibition or the big poster sized prints, the sketchbook must be laid out well. And I panic. I try to sort out what it too personal and what is suitable. And then get hypnotised by the questions of too personal. And I pick at the memories and try to make them flow together. For the reason of a vivid glow. Now I use the past like a chef. Sometimes there is just a serving of inedible burns. And I’m not sure why I do that. It may taste so bad. I scouted the location and I wrote another sad story I decided to tell. They gave me so many Amazing artists. I wish I wrote about them better. Zoltan is patient. When I walked into the building where I could possibly meet them… I seemed to miss the steps of trained procedures. This is a risk of the personal past. Past for me takes the abstract form similar to a freestyle poem. It has not been structured in a repetitive way, for example I do not follow the steps of an idol. My puppet show accidentally looked like a mockery of death, which was my entrance. The strings should’ve been attached to the arms. It was strange to enter for the first time with a performance and not listening till I got it. For example With the inductions. Now I measure and respect time limitations.

Reflections

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