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Be honest. What do you think?

Embarrassing...

Lessons learned tonight: 1.It is not a good idea for me to get too tired. 2. It is an even worse idea to be around me when I get too tired.

A pain in my butt...

This was fun... yeah fun... uh...

Just in case i forgot....

Being in the actual art program is going to be a very humbling experience. Being in drawing classes with kids that can actually draw really well is a quick reminder of how much i suck. I had the hardest time trying to draw all fancy today. meanwhile the photography kids are all putting me to shame. They don't even want to be in the class! i'm screwed. My left tricep has been like pulsing and flexing itself all day, and it looks creepy. That can't be a good sign.

Papa Steve...

Her Majesty Mabel...

The most spoiled dog you'll meet...

I want...

I want a video camera. I want to make magic.

Kaptain...

Let me remind you...

"“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." Dr. Seuss... This is still, and will probably always be, my favorite quote. Dr. Seuss's art teacher once got upset with him for looking at one of his paintings upside down. She said something to the effect that artists don't do that, so he left the class and never went back.
I share this quote and relate this story, because I admire them so much. I'm sick of getting crap for being myself and having my own opinions. I have been the same person for a long time now. I know what I like, I know who I am, and I am comfortable with me. I am not obligated in anyway to try and impress you or be the kind of person you want me to be, so stop acting like I do. If you want to jump through everyone's bullcrap hoops then go right ahead, but I won't be joining you.

Holy Holy...

This is one of my favorite spots in Salt Lake. If you don't know why, then you probably don't know me very well.

James Taylor in the dark...

I sat on the couch in Catie's house and listened to the James Taylor record. I really enjoyed it. James Taylor reminds me of my mother more than anything else in the world. She loves him. I also put on a Jim Croche record. I thank my dad for that one. "Every time I tried to tell you, the words just came out wrong. So I'll have to say I love you in a song." I love that i can like identify different people to things like this. I also use things like this to identify with myself. I listen to Modest mouse all the time, and i'm sure people get sick of it. I can't help it. It reminds me of me. It calls up memories of hearing old modest mouse songs in the skate videos I used to watch in high school. It reminds me of my friends at the time. It reminds me of lots of things. I liked me then and when I try to remember that it helps me like me now. I think we all need to be able to Identify with something. I think we need it so much that we will even cherish some of the worst things in life, Just cause they help to define us.

One more thing...

Believe or not, I write songs on a pretty regular basis. I never finish them or share them, cause I worry they are a bit emo. I try so hard to not be, but they always seem to end up that way. Good songwriting is the most amazing thing to me, so I would hate to try and suck. So anyways, here's a verse from one such song, I have music too, but i can't share that here. just tell me what you think and I will delete this in like a day or two. If it's too emo, please please tell me the truth. here it is:

Been seeing faces
In the empty spaces
between the clouds and the dark.

Thought it was God
Was probably wrong
You know the devil looks alike.

Gotten me down
Been cussin out loud
Can't think of anything else.

Hating the wait
They're always late
No one else seems to have a clue.

Creep master-creep...

I saw my intro to drawing teacher tonight at the Gallery 110 benefit, and i think i weirded him out big time. I was really excited to talk to him, because until his class I really didn't have a whole lot of confidence in my work at all. He was the one who told me I would be able to get into the art program if i just tried, that i should start painting, and that I had good ideas. He said at our final critique that my stuff was weird and that he would like to see a whole room filled with just different things i had done. It was seriously the best compliment I have ever received. Even my mom says i'm the weird one out of her sons. But he had praised me for it. Seriously out of everything in the last two years, his simple class has had the most profound effect upon me and my future.

So needless to say i wanted to thank him, but I may have overdone it. I didn't quite tell him everything that is written above, but it was pretty close. He was nice about it, but even kristi said he looked a little weirded out. I don't know why. I kind of would like to be a teacher myself one day, and if i ever do it I would only hope to inspire someone the way he did.

I think it all comes down to me. For some reason compliments, praise, and attention from me is creepy. I live in a world where admitting you recognize or remember someone isn't cool. I just try to be sincere and honest and I guess it's too much for people. I honestly believe people deserve praise for just being themselves. Everyone, if they are being themselves, is amazing! I guess I just want people to feel good about themselves, even if it means that I end up looking like a kook. I'm ok with being a kook.

Good Lookin...

I cheated a little on this...shh..don't tell anyone...

Retardo...

This is why I'm hot... You aint cause you not.

This is Hilleroy, if you couldn't tell. I want to DRAWL pictures of more of my friends. This is where you come in. If you give me a picture of yourself when you see me around, or email me one, i will try to doodle it. I warn you now, if i do take a shot at it, I will probably make you look much uglier than you actually are. I mostly do faces, so a good picture of your big fat head is probably the best thing. Funny faces are my favorite.

Ribs!

Kristi called this a self portrait.

Pulling at the invisible hair on my chin...

Cop.

Summer's dead.

I have been planning on going to San diego all summer for my roomate's wedding, and now that that is done and over with there isn't much to look forward to. The next big thing, I guess, is school starting. I can no longer live off saved money either. So despite how much "older and sexier" I feel it makes me look, the pathetic mess on my face I call a beard is gone. And come Monday, i will be looking to rejoin the work force. I watched monster squad again with caitie tonight, and it makes me really wish I was still 10 years old. I was pretty cool back then. I had this like "girlfriend" who was like a cheerleader for little kid football. You know you're cool when you "date" a cheerleader. i remember we were like absolutely terrified of eachother in real life, and the only interaction we had was like smiling and hiding from eachother at the roller skating rink. I was also pretty dang good at kickball back then. When your that old being good at kickball is like being like Wilt Chamberlain. And I don't have to tell you all about wilt chamberlain's luck with the ladies....

You missed out...

For all the nancies that wussed out on the sundance outdoor movie this week, you really missed out. The weather wasn't even that bad. And although we missed half the movie and couldn't pay attention to the rest of it anyways, it was all worth it. The only thing i really caught was the main character running around Completely naked in the wilderness chasing Wolves and Caribou. I still don't know why he was, but no matter what it was hilarious. Hillery gave it a rating of 4 out of 5 of her signature "Oh My"s.

Excited.

My face turned bright red, and i couldn't hide my smile. Everyone else laughed at me. It's ok though, if they felt my excitement they would have looked the same way. I hope I'm not the only one that excited. I have a few memories of similar excitement. I remember seeing another person skipping just to reach me in the parking lot of the movie theater. If you looked up the excitement i'm trying to describe in the dictionary or wikipedia or something like that, there would be a video clip of this memory cause it describes it perfectly. It's kinda like Julie Andrews running through the field in the sound of music. Maybe not as dramatic, but far more real, and just as exciting. It's the best. If we didn't believe in and hope for this kind of excitement, i think everyone would just give up, stop eating and drinking, and die. I believe in it. If it wasn't real how could I imagine it. Descartes believed in God using that exact same reasoning, and i think he was on to something... I have my own computer again and I will hook up the printer/scanner tomorrow. Hopefully I can put more pictures up. I like them. They are so much simpler.

Idolize.

Anyone who claims to be my friend should know that I love Van Gogh's Portraits. I got to see one in the MOMA. Lisa took a picture of me with it, and I am so glad.

The Big One (Picture Frame, Not a Door)

Early Construction:

Before Painting:



Inner Frame: 9in. x 13in. Outter frame: 6ft. x 3ft.
I left it at my grandpa's, but i hope to make bigger and stranger ones in the future when I actually have room to keep tools. All in all it was fun.

I'm trying really hard not to dislike anyone. I don't know if I have done perfect, but I don't think I have said anything bad about anyone in a little while. I think I realized it is just much more stressful and takes a lot more effort to dislike people. It's not worth it. I just feel like everyone has something pleasant to offer if I could just get to know them. It's just unfortunate that I may never get to know a large amount of people that I see on a regular basis.

I think this is a waste.

Small...

"The Big One" is done. It's pretty goofy. I have lots of ideas based off of it though and I want to make more. My grandpa wants to give me all of his tools. He doesn't even have enough space for all of them, so I definetly don't either. I wish I did. I really enjoy doing actual work to create something. I went to New York again. It was fun. All the people everywhere and a 30 story tall picture of Diddy on the side of a building made me feel extremely insignificant. There was some really talented artists selling there stuff at cruddy little tables in Union Square. I felt bad for them. I wish I could afford to buy their stuff and support them at least a little. I should have told them that I think their stuff was good. I think no matter how many people know him now, how many museums display his work, and how many books are written about him, If Van Gogh were alive today he would be just as ignored as he was during his own life and probably would still end up killing himself. Pop culture is a leach. As much as I claim to hate it, it sucks me in too. That's what I really hate. I'm not just saying that to sound cool and tough. By saying that too it sounds like I am trying to cover up that I'm a fraud. I don't think I am, but maybe I am.

Framework...

This is the first one I ever made; Wood, spraypaint, windex, sandpaper...

A flood's a comin...

Although staying with your grandparents in a tiny town in west virginia doesn't sound that great, it really is. It's has also been suprisingly inspiring. I don't know if that's the right word, but I do know I really like all the stuff I have been doing in my sketchbook, and I never like the stuff in my sketchbook. Also, the picture frame making is going pretty good. I havn't done many cause as usual my laziness is still in full effect. However, what I have made, I feel is beautiful. I think tomorrow I'm going to make some more, and maybe even start the "big one". It's really a ridiculus idea, but I feel it must be done. So... anyways... as soon as I have access to a scanner, I should have some new good stuff up here. Oh wow the news just showed some crazy criminal with tattoos all over his face that apparently is the most wanted man in UTAH! I kinda miss that place. I got to go to New York and Washington DC and it was great. And blah blah blah...

I wish...

I wish I could make stuff as cool as this dude does, and have cities all over the world let me paint huge murals on perfectly good walls...

Read...

I'm at my grandpa's in west Virginia for a few weeks and I can't really do much on here, but this article gave me a little boost. It's one of my favorite illustrators, Lane Smith. Check it out:
http://www.advunderground.com/interviews/smith1106.php

Handsome fella...

"Christopher James Olyear-Reynolds... A.K.A OLEYAR!"

DJ Scribble

Sorry about inappropirate sidetrack...

Joseph and J.R. once asked me to design a thingy for their band. It's too bad they broke up like 2 days after I did this cause I thought it was kinda clever (well as clever as a stolen image can be)...

"I like to think I was once charming" or "Now that's what I call romance..."

After looking at this, this is probably the reason girls don't like me now.

(P.S. I found this in a box in the garage and it made me laugh, I hope she never sees this...)
(P.P.S. If she does, it's just for fun... sorry)

"The Definition of Creepy":

I know it's gross...

Just before I left on my mission the kid that lived in the room across the hall from me in my apartment moved out. So for about the last month and a half I was there the room was vacant and empty. I took advantage of the opportunity, went and bought a giant roll of butcher paper and covered about half the room with it. It was like this rad all white photo studio. I mostly just took odd photos of myself, but there was a few other things i shot. I got my wisdom teeth out and this is what happened next:


I know they're gross, but they are probably some of my favorite photos that I have taken.

Water + color

Fun with my new travel kit:
"The Indiest of the birds according to Kristi"(a.ka. "Looks like the work of a ten year old girl, but it's not"):

Ugliness...:

Crap on my Cat:

Sketchbook madness...

Some newer ones...
Kristi wants creepy:

Guess who the handsome fella on the right is:

ugliness=beauty

monkey boy:

The (ugly) artist...

Enough of the nonsense...

I got the scanner running... This is all the nonsense I call art... It's old and new... Photos, paintings, drawings, rants, and raves... If you don't like it you can hang it...

Two gays...

Old people are funny. I was talking to my granpa on the phone about me going up to stay with him, and he had a few concerns about when i should come. My favorite of all was his concern about having company next weekend. So I asked "well does that mean i can't be there?" He told me well no they will only use one bedroom. He then said, "But they're gays.". It's shirley's son and friend. He then proceded to tell me they're not bad guys, but he just wanted to give me a heads up. We both laughed, and I told him I didn't mind, but thanks for the heads up. It's good to know he's watching out for me...

p.s. I'm not a gay hater. I just thought this was funny.

True Love?

After wathching "Because I Said So", which stars Mandy Moore, I'm more in love than I ever have been before...

For the grammar nazis...

For my friends who will notice every little thing I write wrong, I love you and I hope you will just ignore it. Keep in mind I don't cook cause I'm too impatient. The same goes with writting, I know what I'm trying to say and even with a few misspeled words I think you do too. I Just can't take the time to read over it, let alone even look at the screen while I'm typing, so please just ignore all of my mistakes.


p.s. I actually did read over this and before I fixed it, it was pretty bad...

I keep telling everyone I feel like a priest..

After about 2 days in Jacksonville, boredom got the best of me. I promptly hopped in the car and headed down south. Coral Springs is where I consider home, although I havn't lived there in 5 years, and each time I visit I know fewer and fewer people. It's the only place I have remotely close to a "hometown", and no matter how much it's changes, It's where I grew up.
Each time I go, I feel more and more like an alien life form. This time wass by far the worst. Sunday night the feeling hit me worse than it ever had before. I met up with a highschool buddie at Friday's and withing minutes a miniature class of 2002 reunion broke out in the bar section. Everyone was assembling for drinks, and I was soon discovered. Most of the people I hadn't seen since before I left 5 years ago. So the "holy sh**!"s and the "Where's the hell have you been?"s? began. My answer was always the same, "Utah". I wish I could say that their eye's lit up and they all had thousands of questions about the amazing beehive state, but that wasn't the case. Instead almost all of them chuckeled and made a funny comment about the water I was chugging like a champion. Upon me asking similar questions I soon found out they all had been in Orlando at one point and now were headed for either New York or California. Besides my one really good friend, the conversations just kinda fizzled out after that point. I didn't know what to say, and despite throwing around mild swear word here and there, I was still the religious kid that doesn't drink and isn't having sex until he's married. I'm fine with it.


I don't know what I'm getting at, they are great people. They don't understand a lot of things in my life, and I know I don't understand a lot of the things in their life.... I guess I'll just leave it at that.


P.S. as soon as I get the computer with the scanner working all this nonsense is getting deleted and the silly doodles that are nonsense too will take this spot.

When I'm not lazy....

When i'm not lazy, I will hopefully put doodles and stuff on here. So you best watch out!