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Aug 21, 2014
"WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS" - SHEL SILVERSTEIN
There is a place where the sidewalk endsAnd before the street begins,And there the grass grows soft and white,And there the sun burns crimson bright,And there the moon-bird rests from his flightTo cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows blackAnd the dark street winds and bends.Past the pits where the asphalt flowers growWe shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,And watch where the chalk-white arrows goTo the place where the sidewalk ends.Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,For the children, they mark, and the children, they knowThe place where the sidewalk ends.
THIS COLLAGE IS DEDICATED TO MY TWO BEST FRIENDS. WE’RE ALL GOING OFF TO COLLEGE IN A WEEK OR SO AND I’LL MISS THEM SOOO MUCH. THINGS  WON’T BE THE SAME FOR US WHEN WE SEE EACHOTHER AGAIN, BUT I HOPE AT THE END OF THE DAY, WE’LL BE ABLE TO FOLLOW A PATH BACK TO ONE ANOTHER, AND MEET WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS.
Aug 8, 2014

"WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS" - SHEL SILVERSTEIN

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

THIS COLLAGE IS DEDICATED TO MY TWO BEST FRIENDS. WE’RE ALL GOING OFF TO COLLEGE IN A WEEK OR SO AND I’LL MISS THEM SOOO MUCH. THINGS  WON’T BE THE SAME FOR US WHEN WE SEE EACHOTHER AGAIN, BUT I HOPE AT THE END OF THE DAY, WE’LL BE ABLE TO FOLLOW A PATH BACK TO ONE ANOTHER, AND MEET WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS.

Map collage 2


“Girl With A Toothless Big Mouth” 

I drew this picture of my friend, collaged it, and THEN attempted to draw her teeth - it didn’t work out! Therefore, she is a girl with no teeth
Aug 8, 2014
Map collage 2 “Girl With A Toothless Big Mouth”

I drew this picture of my friend, collaged it, and THEN attempted to draw her teeth - it didn’t work out! Therefore, she is a girl with no teeth

Map collage 1 “GIRL WITH NO EYES”
Aug 5, 2014

Map collage 1

“GIRL WITH NO EYES”
STILL _ DAUGHTER; song about the end of the relationship and the fear of losing one another.
1:14 AM 7/31/2014
COLLAGE
Jul 31, 2014 / 1 note

STILL _ DAUGHTER; song about the end of the relationship and the fear of losing one another.

1:14 AM 7/31/2014

COLLAGE

This collage is based off the song “Taro” by Alt-J. 
The song is about two war-time photographers : Gerda Taro and Robert Capa, They fell in love with one another, but Taro died in Spain in 1937, during her coverage of the Battle of Brunete, when a tank crashed into the side of a car that she was in. Capa died in 1954 in Vietnam when he stepped on a land mine. 
Indochina, Capa jumps Jeep, two feet creep up the roadTo photo, to record meat lumps and war,They advance as does his chance – very yellow white flash.A violent wrench grips mass, rips light, tears limbs like rags,Burst so high finally Capa lands,Mine is a watery pit. Painless with immense distanceFrom medic from colleague, friend, enemy, foe, him five yards from his leg,From you Taro.Do not spray into eyes – I have sprayed you into my eyes.3:10 pm, Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokesAll colours and cares glaze to grey, shrivelled and stricken to dots,Left hand grasps what the body grasps not – le photographe est mort.3.1415, alive no longer my amour, faded for home May of ‘54Doors open like arms my love, Painless with a great closenessTo Capa, to Capa Capa dark after nothing, re-united with his leg and with you, Taro.Do not spray into eyes – I have sprayed you into my eyes.Hey Taro!
The song is saying that even though the injuries they faced (that eventually led them to their deaths) were tragic and violent, death itself, was not. It was painless and and welcoming. The beauty is that in the end, they were reunited with one another. <3
Jul 26, 2014 / 4 notes

This collage is based off the song “Taro” by Alt-J. 

The song is about two war-time photographers : Gerda Taro and Robert Capa, They fell in love with one another, but Taro died in Spain in 1937, during her coverage of the Battle of Brunete, when a tank crashed into the side of a car that she was in. Capa died in 1954 in Vietnam when he stepped on a land mine. 

Indochina, Capa jumps Jeep, two feet creep up the road
To photo, to record meat lumps and war,
They advance as does his chance – very yellow white flash.
A violent wrench grips mass, rips light, tears limbs like rags,
Burst so high finally Capa lands,
Mine is a watery pit. Painless with immense distance
From medic from colleague, friend, enemy, foe, him five yards from his leg,
From you Taro.

Do not spray into eyes – I have sprayed you into my eyes.
3:10 pm, Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes
All colours and cares glaze to grey, shrivelled and stricken to dots,
Left hand grasps what the body grasps not – le photographe est mort.
3.1415, alive no longer my amour, faded for home May of ‘54
Doors open like arms my love, Painless with a great closeness
To Capa, to Capa Capa dark after nothing, re-united with his leg and with you, Taro.
Do not spray into eyes – I have sprayed you into my eyes.
Hey Taro!

The song is saying that even though the injuries they faced (that eventually led them to their deaths) were tragic and violent, death itself, was not. It was painless and and welcoming. The beauty is that in the end, they were reunited with one another. <3

PART 2 OUT OF 2. I made this collage based off the song Amsterdam by the band Daughter. 
The lyrics go&#160;:
Skin off like lightningBreathing flames from touristryYour eyes go gray frighteningYou lock your gaze onto my faceHeavy eyed crawling on the roadsideSwinging from the street lights[Chorus]I hope by the morning I will have grown backBy the morning I will have grown backI&#8217;ll escape with himShow him all my skinThen I&#8217;ll goI&#8217;ll go homeAmsterdam[Verse]I&#8217;m a flying kite in the breeze justRestlessly seeking images a child needs to help them sleepI&#8217;ve been thinking that I should see someoneJust to find out that I&#8217;m alright[Chorus][Bridge:]I used to dream ofAdventureWhen I was youngerWith lungs miniatureGood night with killingOur brain cellsIs this called livingOr something elseOr something else[Outro:]By the morning I would&#8217;ve grown backBy the morning I would&#8217;ve grown backBy the morning I would&#8217;ve grown back By the morning I would&#8217;ve grown back
 
Jul 26, 2014 / 1 note

PART 2 OUT OF 2. I made this collage based off the song Amsterdam by the band Daughter. 

The lyrics go :

Skin off like lightning
Breathing flames from touristry
Your eyes go gray frightening
You lock your gaze onto my face


Heavy eyed crawling on the roadside
Swinging from the street lights


[Chorus]
I hope by the morning I will have grown back
By the morning I will have grown back

I’ll escape with him
Show him all my skin

Then I’ll go
I’ll go home
Amsterdam


[Verse]
I’m a flying kite in the breeze just
Restlessly seeking images a child needs to help them sleep
I’ve been thinking that I should see someone
Just to find out that I’m alright

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
I used to dream of
Adventure
When I was younger
With lungs miniature
Good night with killing
Our brain cells
Is this called living
Or something else
Or something else

[Outro:]
By the morning I would’ve grown back
By the morning I would’ve grown back
By the morning I would’ve grown back
 By the morning I would’ve grown back

 

PART 1 (out of 2). I made this collage based off the song Run by the band Daughter. 
The collage is based off these lyrics (not the whole song)&#160;:
While I powder my noseHe will powder his gumsAnd if I try to get closeHe is already goneDon’t know where he’s goingDon’t know where he’s beenBut he is restless at nightHe has horrible dreamsSo we lay in the dark'Cause we've got nothing to sayJust the beating of hearts like two drums in the greyI don’t know what we’re doingI don’t know what we’ve doneBut the fire is comingSo I think we should runI think we should run, run, run, runrun, run, run, run (x3)
Jul 21, 2014

PART 1 (out of 2). I made this collage based off the song Run by the band Daughter

The collage is based off these lyrics (not the whole song) :

While I powder my nose
He will powder his gums
And if I try to get close
He is already gone
Don’t know where he’s going
Don’t know where he’s been
But he is restless at night
He has horrible dreams
So we lay in the dark
'Cause we've got nothing to say
Just the beating of hearts like two drums in the grey
I don’t know what we’re doing
I don’t know what we’ve done
But the fire is coming
So I think we should run
I think we should run, run, run, run
run, run, run, run (x3)

This collage is based off the poem&#160;: POPPIES IN JULY -bySYLVIA PLATH.
             Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?
You flicker. I cannot touch you.I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns
And it exhausts me to watch youFlickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.
A mouth just bloodied.Little bloody skirts!
There are fumes I cannot touch.Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?
If I could bleed, or sleep! If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!
Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule,Dulling and stilling.
But colorless. Colorless.
Jul 4, 2014 / 2 notes

This collage is based off the poem : POPPIES IN JULY -bySYLVIA PLATH.

             Little poppies, little hell flames,

Do you do no harm?

You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns

And it exhausts me to watch you
Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.

A mouth just bloodied.
Little bloody skirts!

There are fumes I cannot touch.
Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?

If I could bleed, or sleep! 
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!

Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule,
Dulling and stilling.

But colorless. Colorless.