Again: random ideas pop into my head all the time. I donated this as a paper prayer to a fundraiser for Japan. Artists could contribute, and then the papers are displayed an auctioned off.
No, not that kind people ;)
Picture was taken up by the old zoo area in Griffith Park area. It's exact location is passing the old lion cages and up the dirt-jogging trail. I climbs up a few hills.
I feel like I need to be defined. I feel like I am bait, as though I am propped nicely on a hook awaiting my predator. When will this weakness devour me? When will the seclusion start to feel normal? The wind is getting colder and my voice doesn't echo as far. Sometimes it's not the pitch they're after. Sometimes it's all just the catch. I'm trying to exercise my soul, I'm trying to hide inside a rhythm. What would I do if it weren't for you? What defines me?
I think he is onto something kids - check out Matt Conley's direction "The key - I think - is to keep the story abstract and far from literal. I feel there are so many possibilities for this! Let's see what we can come up with for text, shall we?"
KitchCat commented on one of my pieces saying she initially thought that the mushrooms were lassoing the moon. I thought that was a beautiful idea and wanted to make a piece about it... so here it is! Thanks, KitchCat!
This one was done with pencil and cut paper.