User:Kempoguy22

Bio: Animation major, two years in, one year to go for BFA. 27, two years @ the art institute of Seattle, like doing 2D, Illustration, 3D animation and modeling, computer animation, etc.

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Style - Shell Silverstein

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Doddering Does

Dodering does, as dodering did. Why dodering does these things we do will never get the answer we seek from Dodering. Dodering does what dodering intends to do. Dodering is selfish and does the things Dodering does for own personel gain and nothing more. Nobody will find a more selfish, self-serving beast than Dodering. Dodering does what he needs and wants at Dodering's own pace. Nothing can speed nor slow, nor distract or coerce Dodering.

In class writing assignment The Coldest I have been

From when I was deployed to Germany in the winter of 05 for the Army reserve as a Food Inspector Air so cold, it was like a veil of steam from a warm bathroom. Thick with frozen air it creates a frozen blanket around you. Not wanting to move quickly, because you will feel the biting cold quicker even though you are vocered from head to toe in several layers in the current military cold protection. you would love to move quicker, but the intense cold has straightened your arms to the side to preserve heat and while your joints feel frozen to the point of creaking loudly (internally) like a rusty hing on a vary old wooden door.

Ice corms on your eyebrows and lashes in front of your vary own eyes. Time is measured in how long it took for you to feel cold and the time-line where your body was frozen up until you reached your destination. Time, while your frozen, stops, seconds become minutes, minutes become hours, hours turn into an eternity. Cold air and wind to the point where you dont chatter your teeth anymore, where all you can do is continue moving forward so you don't become too stiff to do anything, to freeze in place. To the point where a warm gust of air from an open door or warm air from an open door of a passing car feels like it scalds you. My fingers felt like curved talons of pure ice, my legs, two semi-funcional pieces of wood. My arms, two bent pieces of cold stone. My neck is unable to swivel and my face, a constant scowled look of agony. Daily, I had to walk my rounds for work in these conditions. I had to walk to the school, from there, to the store and the food court at last. I was a food inspector and we did not have our vehicle during the day.

Memorization:A Clockwork Orange – Ch. 5, part two When I woke up I could slooshy music coming out of the wall, real gromky, and it was that, that had dragged me out of my bit of like sleep. It was a symphony that I knew real horrorshow but had not slooshied for many a year, namely the Symphony Number Three of the Danish veck Otto Skadelig, a very gromky and violent piece, especially in the first movement, which was what was playing now. I slooshied for two seconds in like interest and joy, but then it all came over me, the start of the pain and the sickness and I began to groan deep down in my ,keeshkas. And then there I was, me who had loved music so much, crawling off the bed and going oh oh oh to myself, and then bang bang banging on the wall till my knuckles were all red red krovvy and torn skin, creeching and creeching, but the music did not stop. Then I thought I had to get away from it, so I lurched out of the malenky bedroom and ittied skorry to the front door of the flat, but this had been locked from the outside and could not get out. And all the time the music got more and more gromky, like it was all a deliberate torture, O my brothers. So I stuck my little fingers real deep in my ookos, but the trombones and kettledrums blasted through gromky enough. So I creeched again for them to stop and went hammer hammer hammer on the wall, but it made not one malenky bit of difference. “Oh, what am I to do?” I boohooed to myself. “Oh, Bog in heaven help me.” I was like wandering all over the flat in pain and sickness, trying to shut out the music and like groaning deep out of my guts, and then on top of the pile of books and papers and all that call that was on the table in the living-room I viddied what I had to do and what I had wanted to do until those old men in the Public Biblio and then Dim and Billyboy disguised as rozzes stopped me, and that was to do myself in, to snuff it, to blastg off for ever out of this wicked and cruel world. What I viddied was the slovo DEATH on the cover of a like pamphlet, even though it was DEATH TO THE GOVERNMENT. And like it was Fate there was another malenky booklet which had an open window on the cover, and it said: “Open the window to fresh air, fresh ideas, a new way of living.” And so I knew that was like telling me to finish it all off by jumpin out. One moment of pain, perhaps, and then sleep for ever and ever and ever. The music was still pouring in all brass and rums and the violins miles up through the wall. The window in the room where I had laid down was open. I ittied to it and viddied a fair drop to the autos and buses and walking chellovecks below. I creeched out to the world: “Goodbye, goodbye, may Bog forgive you for a ruined life.” Then I got on to the sill, the music blasting away to my left, and I shut my glazzies and felt the cold wind on my litso, then I jumped.

Wk 7 sculpture park writing assignment: I chose the "Schubert Sonata" by Mark di Suvero Schubert Sonata SAM Sculpture Park Aaron Wilson The Schubert Sonata was put up as a reminder and a tribute to the great sea serpent and the men who battled it out at Sea near the Juan De Fuca so many years ago. The exact date is not known, the large Jawbone of this un-named sea serpent was discovered at a small Native American settlement when white settlers, who came after the Luis & Clark expedition, were searching for new land to raise their families under the flag of manifest Destiny. Immediately settlers expected it to be a fake, for such a creature could not exist in this Christian world. But only a few men and women truly know what lies in the depths of the Oceans or what creatures exist miles beneath the surface or in the deep, dark, catacombs of tunnel networks under the Olympic Mountains. The jawbone belonged to a large sea creature closely related to a large fish family (a genetic offshoot from the prehistoric era). It resembled a Large mouth sea bass, with large oval shaped eyes on top of the skull, rough carapace like scales, bony dorsal fins with sharp spines, a horizontal tail or “flipper” like that of a whale. The male of the species are larger than the female counterpart. Weighing from 400lbs (young adults) to nearly 1200lbs (full grown males). Sadly, these creatures don’t exist anymore. Local Native American legend states that the creature died out from lack of food, due to its large size. A creature of that magnitude would have to eat half its weight to survive. According to the creator of the sculpture, the sculpture is a recast of the jawbone, located at an undisclosed curio/local museum. The jawbone was purchased from the central summer whaling village of the Tlingit tribe from Alaska. The oral history of the jawbone is back many years ago, the Tlingit tribe came down the coast of Alaska for the summer fishing season for Tuna, Seal and Salmon. These creatures existed at the time and usually left the fishing vessels alone, preferring the deeper waters for larger prey. This peaceful coexistence went on for many years. Eventually the tribe noticed the decline of the large sea creatures. Finding their emaciated corpses washed ashore or their half eaten bodies coming up in their fishing lines. After the drop in the creatures’ numbers, the male bulls started acting vary aggressively. Most were hunted down to protect the fishing parties from attack. One lone bull in the area remained. Attacking the fishing parties almost weekly. Usually in the most unexpected times. The women and children mourned for many days. They cried to the god’s for revenge against this foul beast who brought such agony and despair to them. Word went out to all the allied tribes along the coasts of Alaska, Washington, Oregon and California to help slay the sea monster because the tribe could not go out to sea to migrate north for the winter. The monster watched them constantly and would attack any vessel leaving the shallow waters of the coast. Several small groups of warriors and hunters comprised of the most elite of the coastal tribes came to the aid of the Tlingit. They devised a way to lure the sea monster into the bay trolling behind them a freshly killed whale. When the monster’s attention was on the whale, canoes would flank the rear on both sides of the beast and attack with harpoons. So the canoes wouldn’t go under with the beast when it would dive to protect itself. They fashioned buoys with air to keep it afloat. Once the beast was tired from trying to flee. The warriors would swim to the beast and stab him in his gills and un-protected underbelly with spears. At dawn the next day hunters set out to find fresh whale. They set on foot with their canoes and spears down the coast so the monster would not follow them or try and kill them once they got out into the deeper water of the bay. Once they know they were out of the beast’s reach, they set in search for the bait for the monster. They caught a young humpback calf that strayed from its mother and set back for the village. They stayed close to the coast until it was time for the plan to unfold. As the rounded the bend that connected to the bay of the village, they spotted something thrashing in the water. The monster had spotted them and was on its way towards them. The canoe full hunters did not have time to react; the monster plowed into their canoe and sunk it while it killed freely. A hunter named Ninook survived the assault. He was a local hunter at the village who volunteered for the hunt. Once his head rose out of the water, he saw the monster killing at will. Rage drove Ninook onward; he used his lifelong friends and family agony flow into him. He spotted a harpoon floating in the water; he shot for it and raced towards the monster. He let out a war cry and drove the spear into the monster’s eye. The sea monster let out an unearthly howl and breached out of the water trying to fling Ninook or crush and drown him. Ninook was too quick and shifted his body in time for the impact. He held onto the spear for dear life while he climbed back onto the beast. He pulled the spear free and drove it into the monster’s exposed gill and the beast suffocated on its own blood and seawater. The villagers rushed out to the bay just in time to see the beast attack the hunting canoe with whale calf in tow. The women, elderly and children wailed and covered their faces while the assault went on. When they heard its wail of agony, they looked up to see Ninook jabbing the spear into its final resting place inside the monsters gills. They raced into the bay to save whoever was left from the monsters attack and Ninook. Half of the hunting party along with Ninook survived the attack. After Ninook recovered, the village made a feast to mourn those who were lost and praise the man who killed the monster and raise him as their new chief. Ninook fashioned a necklace out of the sea monsters teeth and was said to hold the monsters strength and ferocity. Ninook than kept the jaw for a hunting trophy to stay at the summer fishing village to remind the entire event that had took place and to honor those who helped in brotherhood and those who had perished. The creator of the sculpture wanted to pay homage to the Tlingit tribe and to encourage people to hold onto and save local and oral history of the Native Americans. “So much is lost day to day it’s frightening! So I wanted to encourage everyone, to do what they can to preserve this rich and beautiful culture” He said at its unveiling.

Ekphrastic: I did an illustration of Alex from Clockwork Orange(the movie), enjoying a drink to get the night started for a little ultra violence.

Response: Olivers poem using the o vowel only. Hey Oliver, its Aaron commenting on your choice for your poem. It flows vary well from one section to the next, or is it a hiaku? Anyways, Its great that you worked it through the word and sentence labarynth. one might pursue a little side hobbie like this! Anyways, see you later!

Self Assesment: What did I learn in class and what do I have left to learn? -I learned to explore and look into different kinds of books. I honestly never gave much thought to stuff like “My Jim” or “Are Prisons Obsolete”. But since I’ve read them now, I think I have more appreciation for books like that. I’ve also never really been one for poetry, but now that I’m a lot more mature than I was when I first started the school, I think I have a better appreciation for different outlets for art and writing. I used to love to write earlier on, but I kind of lost it. I think this class has re-ignited my hobbies for writing. –As far as what I have left to learn, a whole lot, I don’t think there will be a time for me when I feel that I have nothing left to learn. What did I do well in this class and what could I have done better? I think I did pretty well when it came to anything regarding writing. I think when it comes to writing, my imagination can flow freely and I can write my thoughts down a whole lot better when I am in that one moment of creative bliss, than you keep on going on again until you can find it again. –As for what I could have done better, lots of things. I could’ve got onto my assignments right away instead of waiting three or four days until it’s due. I should’ve taken more time to write maybe, come up with something creative and unique. How do I feel prepared, or unprepared, to continue my studies at this point? I feel a lot more confident about myself now, especially with my creative side. Whether it is writing, coming up with a concept sketch, or just doing some type random drawing or animation. –At some points I feel really un-prepared for what’s coming on the horizon. I feel sometimes that I’ve wasted my money on school because I’d felt like I was cheated because I didn’t get the full potential of the class or I felt like I didn’t fully grasp the concept of what was being taught. But, I can fix that as long as I can get the hang of what I am learning and really be proactive and asking for help and not being shy and keeping quiet. How did I contribute to the experiences of other students in this class? I honestly am not sure. I think that some people are afraid of giving an honest critique. So, without really receiving one from maybe one or two people, I don’t feel like I really contributed unless someone pointed it out. My whole outlook on the class so far. I felt that I could really look forward to this class and actually enjoy and learn some new things and actually be interested in it. I’ve had too many classes where I felt like I would literally have to drag myself to class to get there on time, way too often in the last couple of quarters or this one. I usually take my classes very seriously. But to keep on the subject, I really liked the free thought instead of sticking to a regimented structure. That everything was worth debating on, i.e., assignments or if I can change a few things about the assignment and do something I am really interested in.