Mayhem!...Not Really

I guess midterms can lend themselves to bit of mayhem and insanity, but when the chicken feeds the switchblade to the phone booth after a well dressed square dance, there's only so many bedpans a flea can walk through...right? I'm serious, they can't catch me if I run fast enough.



The picture above is my rendering of...? You guessed it, Martin Luther King. We had to pick a high quality photograph to reproduce for my studio class as a means of studying proportion and chiaroscuro (strong light and dark). And since Jack Nicholson possesses one of the most bad-ass facial expressions of all time, I found this shot from a Few Good Men and gave it my gosh darn best, which I must say wasn't good enough. I'll post a better shot of it after I get the OK from the 'teach. The picture of me with the drawing is merely a depiction of the extremely sexy *ahem* scale of the picture, accompanied by some shots of my room, post mortem. And as usual, we top the night off with a couple more sketchbook entries. I thought of posting the papers I had to write on two key philosophers and how they contributed to the movement of Modernism in the early twentieth century as exemplified by specific works of art from the Fauvist and Surrealist art movements, but I really didn't want to contribute to growing epidemic of dissention from progressive thought and analytical observation. Henceforth, the pretty pictures. What's that? The Truth? You can't HANDLE the truth!