aveigaile: 2011

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

"i have a surprise for you"

" you're gonna love this little guy" these words were said to me and boy are they correct. not all to many will share my excitement though

his name is Petri <3

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Taken December 13, 2011 at 3:12 a.m. PST

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Taken December 12, 2011 at 3:12 a.m. PST

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Taken December 11, 2011 at 3:12 a.m. PST

Monday, December 5, 2011

Sooooo, crocheted scarves for Christmas. Its crazy how little you think and sometimes even look at a piece while you're working it. I feel like a drone. Hours and hours of hooking later here are some of the results. Still have a lot more to go.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

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Taken December 4, 2011 at 3:12 a.m. PST

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Taken December 3, 2011 at 3:12a.m. PST

every one hundred and ninety two minutes

A picture was taken every three hours and twelve minutes starting at 12:00a.m. December 3, 2011 for twenty four hours. The objects have been magnified, most to the point of obliteration. They draw on the details that are quite often unnoticed and unappreciated. Even now, most are "ruined" to the point of being unrecognizable as their whole beings.

Friday, December 2, 2011

A day in LA

I woke up to my sister screaming my name and banging on my door. This is commonplace for her, so I simply ignored her, but she stayed persistent as usual. So I finally climbed out of bed and over the disastrous mess on my floor to my bedroom door. Once I opened it, I was greeted by my poodle jumping on me and my terrier mix bouncing up and down while barking at me to pick her up. My sister started messing with my hair and told me to get ready; she was leaving in five minutes. Still in my onesie pajamas, I grabbed a few tops to choose from and a pair of shoes and socks. I frantically shoved a bunch of things in my bag and threw on some tights and shorts. I gave the dogs some food and water and locked up the house.

I got dressed in the car on the way to my sister's doctor's appointment. Next, we stopped by Jack in the Box for breakfast. Finally we started our journey to LA. My sister wanted to go to the Betsey Johnson Sample Sale. So I looked up the directions. Now here's the funny thing; my sister saw the time and date which were in accordance to the day and time, but as for location she simply saw Broadway. After a bit of searching around I realized the sale was in New York. So scratch that idea. We tried to look up other sales that were actually in LA, but they all started Friday and continued 'till Sunday.

We ended up rummaging through various shops in Santee Alley. My sister bought Christmas gifts for family members, co-workers and of course herself. I bought some accessories for myself as well as this awesome butterfly collection for my bedroom wall. Next, we went to visit our aunt. She's a clothing manufacturer with her building in Downtown LA. A few of our cousins and uncles work there as well. After a bit of chit chat and catching up, we set off for LACMA.

I was really excited about their new exhibit for Pacific Standard Time; my sister barely knew where we were driving. We started off our visit with the California Design exhibit in the Resnick Pavillion, continued to the Glenn Ligon: America exhibit in the Broad Contemporary Art Museum, and finished with the modern art collection in the Ahmanson Building.

Then we drove to the Little Tokyo area. We walked to MOCA Grand Ave and roamed their permanent collection masterworks, the Naked Hollywood: Weegee in Los Angeles exhibit, and A Tribute to Beatrice and Philip Gersh. Next we walked over to Marukai and bought some snacks- red bean mochi, Jones soda and an egg sandwich- to munch on. And next walked to the Geffen Contemporary at Moca for the Under the Big Black Sun exhibit. We finished off the night with a big bowl of ramen for each of us at Mr. Ramen's and journeyed back to the car in the cold night air.

Some pictures for your viewing pleasure

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Taken December 2, 2011 at 3:12a.m. PST

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Taken December 1,2011 at 3:12a.m. PST

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

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Taken November 30, 2011 at 3:12 a.m. PST

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

what is beauty?

aesthetics n.
1. the branch of philosophy dealing with such notions as the beautiful, the ugly, the sublime, the comic, etc., as applicable to the fine arts, with a view to establishing the meaning and validity of critical judgments concerning works of art, and the principles underlying or justifying such judgments.
2. the study of the mind and emotions in relation to the sense of beauty.

aesthetic adj.
1. pertaining to a sense of the beautiful or to the science of aesthetics.
2. having a sense of the beautiful; characterized by a love of beauty.
3. pertaining to, involving, or concerned with pure emotion and sensation as opposed to pure intellectuality.

beauty n.

1. the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations, a meaningful design or pattern, or something else.

2. a beautiful person, especially a woman.

3. a beautiful thing, as a work of art or a building.

definitions provided by dictionary.com

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats

That one may smile, and smile, and be a villian
Hamlet by William Shakespeare

Beauty is truth. Beauty is lies. Beauty is pretty. Beauty is ugly. Beauty IS in the eyes of the beholder. Now here's why. According to dictionary.com beauty gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind. That which we find pleasureable varies greatly from person to person. Masochists enjoy enduring pain while sadists enjoy inflicting it. Arctophiles enjoy teddy bears and ophiophilia is the love of snakes. Some will find beauty in Bouguereau's Birth of Venus

while others will find some in Edouard Manet's Olympia

and others still in de Kooning's Woman and Bicycle

Personally, I find de Kooning's intrigues me most. Not everyone will agree with me though. I have a tendency to find beauty and interest in that which most find repulsive as far as sensory imaging goes. Beauty in terms of emotion should be raw and undefined, compeling and thought provoking. If not, it's just a pretty picture, not a beautiful work of art. As far as beauty being truth or lies, I don't quite believe it matters. Do we even know the difference between the two at times? I don't belive we ever quite come to the knowledge of the truth. We believe what we choose to believe. We don't want the truth. We make it up. We lie to ourselves to be happy. Our memories don't even serve correctly. They change over time to fit our needs and wants. The way we percieve is not the same as others percieve. Very much like reality, you must define your own sense of beauty.