An Artful Affair

2011-07-05T22:49:00.000-07:00

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2011-02-14T19:22:00.000-08:00

2011-01-24T23:22:00.001-08:00

ADELE 21

THIS CD IS PROBABLY THE MOST RELEVANT AND EXPLANATORY ALBUM I HAVE HEARD IN A LONG TIME. THIS CD MAKES SO MUCH SENSE TO ME. IF YOU DONT HAVE IT, I'LL SEND IT TO YOU. YOU NEED TO HEAR THIS, ASAP - IT WILL EXPLAIN SO MUCH.

2011-01-01T15:16:00.000-08:00

I don't consider this a blog entry, more like a mere response to a year that I finally discovered the truth about life.

It's a bitch, then you die.

I am lost, in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone,

Overcast, by your shadow, as our worlds move on,

But in this shirt, I can be you, to be near you for a while,

There's a crane, knocking down all those things, that we were,

I awake, in the night, to hear the engines purr,

There's a pain, it does ripple through my frame, makes me lame,

There's a thorn, in my side, it's the shame, it's the pride...

Of you and me, ever changing, moving on now, moving fast,

And his touch, must be wanted, must become, through your ask,

But I need to tell you, that I love you, it never rests,

And I've bled every day now, for a year, for a year,

I did send you a note on the wind for to read....

... Our names there together must have fallen like a seed...

... To the depths of the soil buried deep in the ground,

On the wind, I could hear you, call my name, held the sounds,

I am lost,

I am lost, in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone,

I am lost, in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone,

I am lost.

made it, pussycat!

2010-03-12T07:12:00.000-08:00

Sonji and I made it on this tumbr blog that features cute boys with cats! If you want to check out who else is on there visit CuteBoyswithCats

that's all for now,

Mark

work work work

2010-02-18T19:51:00.000-08:00

building my grid.

....

2010-02-18T09:06:00.000-08:00

JAZZ HANDS !!!

studio!

2010-02-11T10:07:00.001-08:00

I now have my own studio space!

This is the right side. I am still cleaning.

This is the back.

PROCESS WORK:

(only spent an hour doing this)

(another hour)

new update

snow day

2010-02-09T08:50:00.000-08:00

Overnight, a winter storm rolled into central AR and covered everything in a 7.2+ blanket of snow. I was truly surprised. As I was getting ready to leave Little Rock for Conway, I checked the internet to see if I had school. NOPE! It was the second snow day in two weeks!

So, Cody and I decided to do something out in the snow. We wanted to make the Easter Island heads, instead of a snowman.

We rolled the snow down his hill to make three large bundles. Later we would use these to pile on each other and make the form of our Easter Island, doubled-headed figure.

My side...

Cody's side...

SNOWDAY!

Now, we are up for round two.

>Marko

Barbara Jean's Window Instillation

2010-02-06T13:30:00.000-08:00

Today I worked on the window instillation for Barbara Jean with Cody. He is in charge of doing the window and wanted to do something for Valentines day. At first, he wanted to do a simple painting of two cherubs flying in from both sides and aiming at the mannequins. So, he ask me to paint them. After one, I was not happy about doing another one. Reluctant to start on another naked baby with wings, I asked Cody if we could come up with compromise to his vision. I wanted to create one large cloud, made out of recycled materials, that the cherub was flying down from. The mannequins would be on the opposite side of this large cloud.

He said do it.

I started by making the clouds.

The structure is a cardboard like grid that is used in packaging. The tissue paper was collected at Forever 21, where I work - usually it all gets thrown away. Alex helped, too!

We were weving the tissue into the support, and taping the back. This was a very long process and after 2 hours - this was all that Alex and I had accomplished...

To save time, we would just have to hot-clue the tissue and coffee filters to the support. Cody and I worked on making one other strip like in the picutre above, after we finished the first one. Last night, Courtney and Erin, who work with me, came over to Cody's and we had drinks, pizza and worked on some more clouds.

Today, we actually got to be inside the window to install.

We started construction with the skeleton of the cloud. We used the same packaging material for this part of the installation.

Then we added, piece by piece, the collaged tissues sections to the skeleton.

We filled holes with white trash bags and bubble wrap. In order to give the cloud more luminosity, we added lights.

Last, we added the cherub and the mannequins. Return to see the finish look - I wanted to wait until it was dark to get a good overall picture.

Marko

process

2010-02-04T17:30:00.001-08:00

Been in the studio now for a long while!!!

These photos were the beginning of a new painting thats 8'x4' - however - I felt compelled to cover it completely. I was aching to do something different than my Flinches. I knew that narrative. And for some reason, I resorted back to these images in my head of children and homes.

So I did what I love best. Collage.

The collages were the inspiration I needed to create this new work that I am beyond obsessed with. So I had to start, right away.

I know its hard to look at, but it has completely changed from when it was started.

The sketch of the painting is to the right.

>Marko

work today >>

2010-01-28T23:56:00.000-08:00

In my contemporary media class, we were to design an impromptu instillation for the Tagged, Stamped and Stenciled: Guerrilla Art "Goes Gallery" in the Baum. The show is rather interesting, bringing street art into a gallery setting by manipulated the space in such a way that appears natural. Mark Bode, the visiting artist did this by recreated a Metropolitan Subway station. For most Arkansans, seeing such an urban trademark was unfamiliar. So, It was in this notion that we decided to create something to contrast with the fabricated environment and create statement about the state in which this "metro" is located.

But, prior to the work in Holly's class, my painting class was in the gallery helping install/paint/tag the walls. This is what I did on one wall.

So, based on the small picture, one can see how the gallery was transformed. It's definitely and interesting show. Below are the pictures of the concept and progress from one day, I had in mind for my group's collaborative three-dimensional piece.

Hopefully it reads, Arkansas.

;]

new obsessions

2010-01-24T22:16:00.000-08:00

I am obsessed with this CD. It's so good. I can't stop listening to it.

It puts me in the state where I feel the most creative and content with my self.

I am beyond grateful for everything right now. I love life and where its taking me.

"stand back, stand back."

2010

2010-01-02T16:59:00.000-08:00

Dear 2009,

I sure do want to thank you for giving me a year that is worthy of reflection, both good and bad.

When I have time, I will write to you seriously and recreate an account for the year, but for now - I am living in the present.

Goodbye,

Marko

work in progress

2009-12-01T07:25:00.000-08:00

We are swimming with the snakes at the bottom of the well
So silent and peaceful in the darkness where we fell
But we are not snakes and what's more we never will be
And if we stay swimming here forever we will never be free
I heard them ringing the bells in heaven and hell
They got a secret they're getting ready to tell
It's falling from the skies
It's calling from the graves
Open your eyes boy, I think we are saved
Open your eyes boy, I think we are saved
Let's take a walk on the bridge right over this mess
Don't need to tell me a thing baby, we already confessed
And I raised my voice to the air
And we were blessed
It's hard to give
It's hard to get
But everybody needs a little forgiveness..

2009-11-26T17:04:00.000-08:00

thanks grandpa.

2009-11-19T20:12:00.001-08:00

(C) Celia Perrian Sidarous

i give up.

i was in red

2009-11-18T22:50:00.000-08:00

i just turned 90

2009-10-19T11:31:00.000-07:00

I just turned 90 and I have lost myself in you.

I don't know where to go.

Quiet someone's coming.

- mark

p.s. Marti Cormand is the artist above.

Yes, its paint.

found items...

2009-09-30T20:13:00.001-07:00

"MY LIFE"

"My favorite pet is a dog. My favorite hobby is fishing. I like to eat at taco's. When I grow up I would like to be a Carpender. The best advice I could give a friend is stay away from the wrong people"

>>

2009-08-27T20:17:00.000-07:00

los ciervos se ejecutaron a través de las maderas.

Marko

>>

2009-08-05T23:56:00.001-07:00

Oh, love is shaped like cities burning,
Soot and ash is stretched between
The sea and sky; these lonely islands
Kiss the buildings, black and silent.
Here my eyes look towards the brightest

Point of light, like some great sign.

And know the love--
I was reminded of the time I almost died.
But do remind you close your eyelids,
See the fine good colors that are left behind
Like flaming fingers tracing lines.
Oh, love is shaped like cities burning,
Sifting through the ashes after.
We will find your life in laughter,
Oh, the black and breathing rapture.

Breathing Rapture - Le Loup

>> be me

2009-08-04T18:28:00.000-07:00

Today, I am a willow tree.
Instead of breaking in a storm, under the thunder and lightning, I will bounce back.
I am a willow tree, fragile as it may seem.
Creating shade in the sun - an escape from the burning heat - I will protect you.
I am a willow tree with roots that are deep.
I will not budge, but blow in your breeze.
Today, I am a willow tree.

>> haha!!!

2009-07-30T21:08:00.001-07:00

>> I feel it all

2009-07-27T10:30:00.000-07:00

The week is such an important on in our family's history. Michael, my oldest brother is getting married. The entire family is out here in California, where he and his "soon to be wife", Kaci live. The weather has been incredible. Yesterday, we spent the entire day at Garry's 13,000 sqft mansion in Calabazas [it even had an indoor racket court]. It was so nice of him to open his doors, offer his homemade wine and allow us to cook out and relax. To add to the good news, Cody and I celebrated our ten months yesterday. It is really amazing just how fast time flies by. And the good news just keeps coming, I have a picture of the witch I am illustrating for Cody's children's book. Her name is Grinucha - don't hesitate to laugh. ;]

Today, we are helping Michael move some of his clothes into his new apartment with Kaci. They live in Soho - beautiful place. I will try to upload pictures soon. After that, I think we are going to do a little shopping and get ready for Michael's bachelor party.

- Marko

>> no longer a teen

2009-07-19T10:38:00.000-07:00

Yup.

You guys heard it first... its my birthday!

I am working on two projects now, the children's book illustrations and my own website. I will continue to have this blog - but I want to have a site for my work. The new picture up at the front is just a little preview of the site to come!

- Marko

>> new new new

2009-07-02T16:21:00.001-07:00

I am working on a new project!

It is going to be quite fun!

Once i get my scanner from my house in NLR I will be able to show you guys some stuff I have been working on for this children's book. The book was written by Cody and is amazing. More details soon...

EDIT

I just found this old picture of me... ha!

> summer

2009-06-24T17:18:00.001-07:00

are you here?

i don't feel you anymore.

> let me fill you in

2009-06-11T16:03:00.000-07:00

The summer has been quite eventful thus far and certainly interesting, for lack of better words. Let me just paraphrase for you ... [for those of you who understand that reference, I laugh with you.]

work every week

shows at the after thought

camping [twice]

commision art

movies

cooking at home

sytycd

and [most recently] lived through an attempted 3 time robbery

I needed that...

>chills

2009-05-18T13:58:00.000-07:00

The last couple of weeks have been difficult, not just for me, but for everyone. We all stepped on to a roller coaster that had us feel as if we were spinning out of control. We screamed, we cried, we laughed. But our fate was decided in the trust we put into the ride. It took the first plunge for me to cry out for that trust, it had always been there - yet I was afraid of it. Now the ride is over. Pulling into the gate, I feel the soft breeze tickle my face as I step of the ride. I still feel the terror, but in the end I knew I had to ride it out. Empowered by the strength of fear, I fell calm, collected and content. I am ready. We are ready.

>breath again

2009-05-05T22:55:00.000-07:00

I keep a service bell by my bed for you

let the others do what they do

I will hold on

hold on

I keep a service bell by my bed for you

> the last

2009-05-04T08:10:00.003-07:00

I finished my final yesterday in drawing. Take a look:

I wish I had a camera to take a better picture, but I don't.

Hooray for finals week!

Marko

>> rain on me

2009-05-02T08:05:00.000-07:00

I can't go back to sleep. I keep hearing the rain pounding on down the accumulated puddles near the window. I wish I was out there, letting the rain pour over me, cleansing my body with the natural replenisher of life. I need that. I need to be able to be reminded of what is so inevitable.

It's funny how fast time flies. I only have two days left of finals and I will be completely finished with my first year of college. It was a great one at that, too! It seems just like yesterday, avoiding any clichés as best I can, that I was unpacking my shit in my little red shorts, which I gave to Cody, and my white v-neck tee. I was definitely the odd one out in the dorm, but I felt at home in the awkwardness. But even that soon faded, dried up in the time that passes during the school year.

If there is one thing that I will never forget about living on campus it's the rain. For those who have been to UCA's campus during a storm, they know what I am talking about: flooding. For some reason, UCA would because a swimming pool despite just about 1 inch of rainfall. Regardless if you were ready or not, you had to be prepared to swim in the deep end. I am still adjusting.

But, as I listen to the rain fall, here - I can feel a difference. I feel safe. I feel like this is where I need to be. I feel at home.

Perhaps, now, I will be able to get some rest.

Marko

p.s. Don't forget to buy rain boots, if you plan to attend UCA. ;]

>> 20 hours left

2009-04-21T00:25:00.000-07:00

I wish there was enough time in art students lives to sleep. I am working on my continuous drawing that I started at the beginning of this semester. So far I have put in around 80 hours into this one drawing. Here is what it looks like as of right now:

Its due on Wednesday, April 29, 2009 - Cody's birthday.

Wish me luck.

AND... "No, I won't tell you your present."

Marko

>>> lab

2009-04-19T21:27:00.001-07:00

I found some old photos of past art.

and yes that's Katy T, my studio partner.

> black and white

2009-04-09T13:15:00.001-07:00

The day has been on its hands and knees crawling through the thorny bushes that is time. I feel as if it taunting me; torturing me into a whimsical patience. Although, despite my unnecessary complaints, I have actually enjoyed its lethargic nature. Yes, even surprising fo me. Yesterday and today have been a mad rush of too many things to list and today I am guessing is natures way of calming me down.

Oh, I forgot to tell you guys: I am no longer going to be a pestimistic. From this day on, I want to live life to the fullest and experience the joy that is living. I am so blessed. I have a wonderful family, group of friends, love, in addition to the fact that I don't pay for school or housing or food just makes it even better. I have a great job and possibly another for the summer. I am looking forward to working hard for my money because I am becoming more responsible for myself. All this derived from one silly incident: a befriending on facebook. ;]

I love you

In the background of this picture is the 100 hour drawing I have been working on. I have around 72 hours and have to finish the other 30 hours by May 1st. I really like how it is turing out right now though. I will post pictures soon.

Marko

p.s. My entry for the Black and White show was selected. Here is what the instillation looks like:

The show is tonight at 5:30 in the Black Box Gallery!

>> quiet, please

2009-04-07T21:34:00.000-07:00

I made numerous collages today in attempt to rekindle my love. I missed collages and am now able to incorporate them into a new assignment for my advanced drawing class. Hopefully it will turn out like I imagined. You can click on the above images to see them larger.

- Marko

i fell asleep

2009-03-30T08:03:00.001-07:00

Back to school and I am already confusing reality.

Marko

>>move'n on up

2009-03-17T07:36:00.000-07:00

It has been about a week since my last blog entry and for this I formally apologize. I have been completely tied up in life outside of the computer. This weekend sure was a busy one.

Friday, Taylor took me home to North Little Rock for me to see my older brother Matthew who drove into down before his spring break trip to LA to see my oldest brother Michael. We got to spend some quality and much needed time together before his departure. Later that day, my mom, took me to Cody's house. He just recently was evicted from his home because he complained about the mold problem. But it turned out to be a blessing in disguise because they found an amazing home just down the road. Friday was the start of the move. Cody's brother Casey came down to help with the smaller things, which was great because we got to spend time all together. It was a much needed activity. Shuffling things back and forth between homes, we grew hungry. Rosemary was there to save our dismay. She made a whole stack of grilled cheeses, BBQ backed beans, rice and the most delicious green beans ever! Cooking the food you have left in an old house is the best remedy before a move because you don't have to deal with it during the transfer.

Anyway, Saturday we got up around nine and started to prepare for the big move. Cody's mom and dad came in their huge truck and Rosemary's dad came as well in another truck. It took us about four or five trips to move everything out of the house. We finished up around three, and ate a nice lunch: pulled pork BBQ, slaw, beans and potato salad. It was really monumental in our relationship to have Cody's entire family there. I mean, they are all aware that we are together, especially his brother and mom, but I think his dad likes to think of me as Cody's good friend. Either way, it was really important for us both. I really appreciate Cody's parents. I can see all of his best qualities from them and I know he was raised well. I cannot wait to see what the future holds for us and our families.

As much as we wanted to take a nap that day, we couldn't. There was too much to do: unpack, organize, clean, rearrange, etc. By nine, it was down to just Cody, Rosemary and I and we were really hungry. We headed down the road to eat at Cajuan's Grill which turned out to be a really awesome place. They sure did know how to make a great margirita. After about two, we were all seeing double. When we got home, we crashed.

I wish I could say that my weekend ended there, and that Sunday I got up and went to church with Cody, but I can't. I had to work. I went in around 10:00 and did not get out until around 6:00. I was beat to the ground and needed a nap big time. This exhaustion passed over into my Monday: I almost did not get up for class. Oops.

I do have a lot to look forward to this week though, my spring break starts on Thursday! Say hello to working everyday and sweet goodnights next to the one I love. I just pray the week goes by fast!

-Marko

>they are coming

2009-03-10T07:22:00.000-07:00

As some may have read in a previous blog, I mad all three pieces into the annual Student Competitive 2009. The show was a great success with a huge crowd and even some familiar faces. My mom drove up here, despite her fever, to see the wonderful gallery space.

This picture shows the entrance gallery space that leads into the larger room. Two of my pieces were in here. You can kinda see my wallpaper on the right and my other drawing on brown paper on the wall furthest back.

Here are those pieces:

What was once will become natural silhouettes

2008

coffee grinds, acrylic, acetone, permanent marker, collage

72" x 36"

I am not me

2009

graphite, colored pencil, pen, charcoal, acrylic, tape

32" x 48"

But, I still had one more piece. This last piece is actually the work that I was awarded "EXCELLENCE" on and received a 100 dollar prize. They announced my name right before the grand prize winner, and I already knew I had an award because the curator told me, but not which one. So, getting down to the last two, my heart was racing so fast. I was so close to the grand prize of 500 bucks!

The view from inside the main gallery.

Hear Them Coming

2009

plaster, baling wire, small gage wire

This was my first three dimensional piece I have created for my undergraduate studies. I can not be more proud that it made it into the show, let alone win. But the hat really goes off to one of my favorite teachers, Holly Laws. She had more of her student work in the show than anyone else. Two of my pieces were from her class, one from last semester and the winner from this semester. She is a wonderful teacher indeed.

The show will be up until March 15, 2009. So, if you can stop by the Baum Gallery, do it! There are some amazing works of art.

- Marko

>>I just spilt that.

2009-03-09T12:39:00.000-07:00

Oops. I gave away my insecurities this weekend. It is time for me to live a meaningful life without all these fears. I finished it off. I tipped over the fragile bucket. And now, I am watching the water evaporate in the beautiful weather that is today. Thanks three dots. You are what held me while I watch the river flow out. Thanks three dots. I slept so soundly next to you. Thanks three dots.

...

I love you.

- Marko

oh interior space, take me with you

2009-03-04T17:06:00.000-08:00

While stumbling across several blogs, I came across the most beautiful house I have ever seen:

The Maison NW Project takes place in the headquaters of a former printing house in Paris, dating back to the 1950's. The space has been transformed for nine artists. To read more about the house check out this blog.

I want these stairs so bad!

Enjoy!- Marko

>>>make it work

2009-03-02T18:57:00.001-08:00

In Holly's class currently we are working on a projected called planner analysis. The assignment is to take a three-dimensional object and assess the object's form by looking closely at its surface plains. In order to build the form in real space, we must first break it down into its simplest two-dimensional origin. Recently, as some may have notice, my creatures have been invading my artwork like water unleashed from a crack in a damn. It should be no surprise then that these creatures have then surfaced into my working in 3D.

For this particular task, I wanted to make the suites these guys wear. To do this I must first build a maquette. I have already done this out of aluminum fencing wire, oil based clay and a little bit of love. I decided to photograph the figure in the room in which it was complete:

They can be mischievous.

- Marko

>that just happened

2009-02-28T13:29:00.000-08:00

Today is a wonderful day. While giving a tour for the FOCC on campus today to see the amazing art facilities that the University of Central Arkansas has, I got a sneak peak into the 2009 Student Competitive juried art show in the Baum Gallery. Guess whose three pieces entered made it? Thats right - take a look:

41 Artists, 61 Pieces

in alphabetical order

CONGRATS TO ALL OF YOU!!!

Gallery Opening will be

THURSDAY, MARCH 5th from 4pm-6pm

and another

SUNDAY, MARCH 7th from 2pm-4pm

Rainbow Puke Illustration Nichole Atwell

Epic Failure Brett Anderson

Voices in My Head Ella Appleby

Stress Fractures Will Ballard

Music Brings Life Will Ballard

Untitled Christin Beck

Male #1-4 Ray Brown

Coming Out of My Shell Jason Busby

Some Assembly Required Karen Chrisco

Just Add Water! Melissa Conley

Southern Comfort Lauren Crymes

Pieces Stephanie Darnell

Giraffe Kelly Dugan

Bikini Kelly Dugan

Fabrication by Means of Ink Jenn Eakin

The Look Ashly Eaton

Bioconsumption Hector R. Garcia

Self-construction Hector R. Garcia

Nightmarish of Capitalism Hector R. Garcia

Self-Portrait Celeste Goff

Timeless Stroll Perri Gregg (Snr/BA Art)

Self-Evaluation Perri Gregg (Snr/BA Art)

My Journey & My Thoughts Terri Hayes (Snr/BFA Art)

The Isle Terri Hayes (Snr/BFA Art)

Anxious P.J. Holder (Jr/BFA Art)

Hunger Artist P.J. Holder (Jr/BFA Art)

Thorns – isolation P.J. Holder (Jr/BFA Art)

The Nest Protector Mary K. Hull (Jr/Art)

Wrecked Sidney Jones (Jr/Art Ed)

Phases Renon W. Koontz (Jr/Art)

Vitality Melissa Kordsmeier (Snr/BFA Art)

Self Portrait Melissa Kordsmeier (Snr/BFA Art)

Do We Part Melissa Kordsmeier (Snr/BFA Art)

Memorable Road Trip Destin Layton (Snr/BFA Graphics)

Invention Series Destin Layton (Snr/BFA Graphics)

…In the Blood Grant Looney (Snr/BA Art)

The Differences in Life Katelyn Lowery (Fr/BA Art)

Four Right Angles Katelyn Lowery (Fr/BA Art)

Self-portrait Alan Masingill (So/BA Art)

Challenges Brandy Meachum (Snr/BA Art)

High Expectations Christan Mitchell (Snr/BA Art)

What was once will become natural… - Mark Monroe (Fr/BA Art)

I am not me - Mark Monroe (Fr/BA Art)

Hear Them Coming - Mark Monroe (Fr/BA Art)

Flayvin Hoyt B. Scott Nichols (Snr/Writing)

Stifle B. Scott Nichols (Snr/Writing)

Truly Human Being: living through death Marianne Nolley (Jr/Art Ed)

Raggedy Ann’s Violin Rachel D. Oliver (So/Art Ed)

Unwinding Rachel D. Oliver (So/Art Ed)

Fall Katie Parker (Jr/BA Art)

Sonatine Will Pollock (So/BA Art)

Bobo & Li’l Debil Will Pollock (So/BA Art

Survival Series: Buddy, Monroe, Ronnie Courtney Rolland (Jr/Art Ed)

An Imperfection Mizuki Sasaki (So/BA Art)

Steps: Self-portrait (Dec. 12th, 2008) Mizuki Sasaki (So/BA Art)

Before the Discovery of Helium Kristen Spickard (Snr/BA Art)

Twenty-Something Kristen Spickard (Snr/BA Art)

Cute as a button Loren Stanton (Jr/Interior Design)

The Red Spot series Shelby Watkins (Snr/Writing)

Anima Arbor John Wolfe (Jr/BA Art)

Arrival John Wolfe (Jr/BA Art)

I am one of two freshman in the show which was juried by our artist in residency, Kerry Skarbakka. He gave a lecture on Thursday about his current photography work. Despite having a lot to do, I was able to attend the afternoon session held in the gallery and took some interesting notes. There is more regarding his discussion on the Baum Gallery Blog.

I want everyone to come to the opening this coming Thursday, if you can.

Oh, and as of now, "e" has been selected for the most popular. Thanks for the votes.

- Marko

>>decide

2009-02-26T23:39:00.000-08:00

I need you guy's help with choosing the best header image!

I have made several images on GIMP and would like some feedback.

In addition to these, you have the option of relaying the current header as the main one. I hope you enjoy them all. I took images from my sketchbook to compose designs for the main display of this wonderful blog. I am going to be making some more, but for now tell me if I am headed in the right direction!

>marko

>>>you are.

2009-02-25T23:54:00.000-08:00

Dear Cody,

I know I tell you this over and over, but I couldn't resist it: thank you. You are a gift in my life that I will cherish from now and until then. I am more than thankful that you have entered my life; I cannot completely grasp your reality clashing with mine as something that is actually tangible. Yet, there you are, over and over again, putting a smile on my face. A smile that falls deeper and deeper into your trap, into your love.

I have never been able to be so comfortable with someone and be genuine at the same time. And time flies by so fast: five months, sir. You now make up for the longest relationship I have ever been in, congratulations. But, even that doesn't matter. Time is not relative to what I think, know, we have. Regardless of what goes on in this crazy life, I know that you'll be there right by my side. A comfort few people can even recognize other than fantasy. Bring me back into your arms and hold me tight, thats when I can fall asleep the best. It's late now, and I have a class in six hours, but I just wanted you to know that I love you so much.

Three dots,

Marko

>>this is safe, i think.

2009-02-25T09:33:00.000-08:00

-Marko

>>color me a picture

2009-02-22T20:15:00.000-08:00

I am currently working on a project about Identity for my advanced drawing class. I was in the studio this weekend, Saturday, working on it, but I am nearly finished. Ben Stamp and I collaborated together while brainstorming to come up with something that I am really proud about. This new drawing and is actually a continuation of a narrative that evolved out of my last drawing, which was very successful in the Bare Exposition exhibit, Three Dots.

Here is a preview...

The text at the top reads: "I am not in the habit of telling myself what happens to me, so I can not quite recapture the succession of events." Sean Paul Sartre

- Marko

p.s. Here is the previous drawing:

>>>hear them coming

2009-02-19T20:36:00.000-08:00

This blog entry is long over due, but I felt it was necessary. I have yet to update this blog with any of my current work.

Well two days ago, I finished my critique for my three dimensional design class. What was the assignment? To take a two dimensional contour line drawing of our face and incorporate it in a metaphorical figure that is representative in a real space.

I struggled with this assignment for a while, but Theresa helped me solve my problem. I wanted to make a latter out of deer legs, but did not know a way of stabilizing it. Well, my creative partner came up with the idea of plaster casting deer hooves. This lead to a whole new world of ideas and possibilities. But first I had to learn how to make a mold.

Who better than my own teacher to ask for help? Well, Holly Laws did just that. We were to make a guerilla mold out of something that starts with an "a" - but I forgot. I first had to make a deer hoof out of an oil based clay. This didn't take long, but it was somewhat of a challenge. To act as a mother mold we had one plastic container in which the deer hoof could set in, this would allow the actual mold to set in and also be able to slide out. We had to combine one part purple powder and one part water together, the solution set up really fast.

So I immediately had to pour it over the hoof and plastic container. It set up in about four minutes. Once dry, we slipped it out and cut it in half while we removed the oil based sculpture. This gave us a hollow cast. All that was left was to pour the plaster into the mold and let it set up. While the plaster was wet, I inserted the metal wire. This took about thirty minutes. I really didn't do much while I was waiting for it to set up but It was somewhat entertaining for my subconscious. Yet, to my surprise, the molds looked so beautiful. I was so proud of them.

My initial intention was for these to act as the support for a latter, but they appeared so graceful by themselves, that I just couldn't alter them in anyway. How did I incorporate my face? Well, with a smaller gage wire, I drew continuos contour lines and they weaved in and out of the legs.

I also added a soundtrack to go with all four. They are really pretty to me, and I like their sensitive nature which is reflective of not only me but of the animal they belong.

- Marko

you need this

2009-02-13T09:06:00.000-08:00

- Marko

when we start over

2009-02-12T06:47:00.000-08:00

This morning I was awaken by a sun that looked so unfamiliar. He was once my best friend, yet for quite some time he has been neglecting me for his friends in the southern hemisphere. However, today, he woke me up personally. Today, he said, "Good morning Mark, I've missed you."

As much as I would like to say that I love the winter weather, I now miss being able to see nature in full bloom. Sometimes it is in these quiet moments with myself that I begin to recognize the beautify of life and can her the voice of God. Watching the branches flow through a soft breeze on the surface of the creek water is so peaceful and serience. I need this back in my life. I miss the sun, too. But, today was just a preview for the beautiful spring we are all about to embark upon. A time in our lives to recognize our position on this earth, and support each other through thick and thin.

I am writing this entry as a reflection of my self. In Rospert's Drawing class, we are working on a third project which deals with identity. I can identify with the waters of the creek near my home, with the colors of the sky, and with my consciousness. Yet, to figure out one's identity is to question whether or not he or she is self aware. Am I? Are you?

"Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments flabbergasted to be in each others presence."

- Speed Levitch

I have a lot of research to do.

- Marko

boobie

2009-02-10T21:03:00.000-08:00

I know.

- Marko

six o'clock on the dot

2009-02-08T19:10:00.000-08:00

Tori tagged me in "6th folder, 6th photo." Basically,"Open the 6th picture folder on your computer, open the 6th photo and blog it. Write something about it. Then tag 6 more people to do the same."

This photo is a scanned image of a polaroid I took in the summer at my Grandma's 80th birthday party in Virginia. This cute little girl would wonder around my aunt's house by herself, completely confident and unfazed by the copious amount of people.

I was captured by her curiosity. Running around the house, she would occasionally stop and observe, then move on. I would sit back with my cousins and Camila, my friend from Brazil was with us, and wonder what she was thinking about. I would come up with a different narrative for each polaroid I took of her.

For this photo, I imagined her staring into the black world that is a shadow. The dark mass was special because it was a gateway into a new world. She saw Creetons, tall lanky creatures with animal suites and Omphians, short round creatures with big eyes, playing cranks in a black garden. Unfamiliar to their world, she was puzzled by the game and their existence, and longed to join in. This picture is of her contemplating just how she could fit herself into these bizarre creatures' reality.

Oh, I tag Cody, Daysha and Katy to do the same.

-Marko

what might have been lost

2009-02-05T00:02:00.001-08:00

- Marko

its times like these

2009-02-04T19:27:00.001-08:00

In the last couple of days, I have been more than disappointed with myself. Neglecting my vigorous school work for daydreaming, scribbles on paper and sleep. These effortless exertions that have somehow replaced my workload are not necessarily a welcomed activity in such a busy schedule, and I can no longer except their presence. Its time to reorganize the way in which I handle 18 hours of school and my social zest.

I wrote out a schedule, but who am I kidding, I know it will fail?

;]

These images I have compiled in relation to my current project in Drawing III, its only a sneak peek in to the erotic dream I had and am incorporating into my nude figure drawing. ;]

- Marko

superbowl sunday?

2009-02-01T09:33:00.000-08:00

I am sitting at Cody's waiting for him to come back from church so we can head off to Russellville for a superbowl party. I am quite excited, not because of football but because I am looking forward to the drive up with someone so special to me.

But, while I was on his computer I found some funny pictures, and tried to replicate them as best I could. Take a look! ;]

"Haha! Have a great Sunday, you guys!"

- Marko

a turn of the clock

2009-01-30T06:29:00.001-08:00

This semester, thus far, has really pushed me mentally to grab hold of my time and manage it correctly. I have two classes that are extremely time consuming in and outside of class hours and I really want to exort the upmost effort in each of those classes. This I know, requires a vast amount of time.

So, yesterday, I decided to bite the bullet and start on my 100 Hour Drawing for my Advanced Drawing 3 class. Over the course of the Spring 2009 semester I am to at LEAST spend 100 hours on this one particular drawing. Last night, I was able to spend an hour and a half on it while Ben and Alex were studying in the Hendrix Library. What was most fun about this project is the fact that I would no longer worry what the art is about but how the art is made. My first layer is significant in the progression of the piece but most likely will not even be seen by the end of the semester.

I really love the idea of a drawing storing tons of information on it, but only appearing to hold nothing at all. Much like the style of the artist Stefana McClure, who infuses an entire book or movie on to one sheet of paper, I want to be able to create work that takes a lot of my time and has a wonderful history.

Dream Life of Angels: English subtitles to a film by Erick Zonca, 2002, graphite paper mounted on rag, 17 x 21 inches

Breaking the Waves: closed captions to a film by Lars von Trier, 2002, wax transfer paper mounted on rag, 32.25 x 50.25 inches

I had the pleasure of meeting with Stefana during her visit to UCA early in the fall semester of 2008. She set up a workshop in which she taught her transfer processes, and what I most loved about her work is that she was so patient with it. She makes her own glue, from a recipe she learned in Japan. Her sensuality, however, really covered the paper well and in almost a compulsive order.

On a lighter note, I miss my bluebird. I get to hear him sing tonight, one of my favorite things. Oh, and I got bored yesterday and cut my own hair. ;]

[edit] Yes, I am going to cool shoes!

- Marko

nearly not a teen

2009-01-27T18:52:00.000-08:00

I am almost 20 years old. I can put whatever picture I want to up on the internet.

Thanks,

Marko

light and loaded

2009-01-23T06:42:00.000-08:00

I came across an artist a couple of years ago whose work I envied, desired and only recently began to really appriciate. Toba Khedoori uses symbolic imagery to convey her reserved emotional nerve over a large scale painting. Her most current work that transforms the visual aspects of optical and material objects in the midsts of space metaphorically portrays a sense of lingering willingness for a meaningful purpose.

My favorite aspect to her work is the way in which the paintings are composed:

From the surface, the composition appears minimal, occupying subtlety and restraint with the empty space surrounding the material or subject. Yet, for these large scale paintings, much detail is included which allows for this really beautiful dance that the viewer plays going back and forth from various observation reference points.

Most of Khedoori's work is finished in oil, but some of her earlier work differs. I would really love one of her pieces, if I could afford its hefty cost. She is my inspiration for the work in which I am trying to create this semester. If you want to see more of her work, I suggest going to her home gallery site: davidzwirner.com and click on the artists tab.

-Marko

if you only knew...

2009-01-21T13:43:00.000-08:00

After a long day at classes, I would really enjoy a nice long nap. I have been up for a long while because I spent the night at Alex's house last night with Ben Stamp. We shared a great time last night just hanging out and drinking together. It was then, that we officially decided that we are going to be living with each other next semester. Regardless if we get a house to buy or if we just rent: Alex, Ben, Daniel, and I will all be in a house together. I am excited.

But, back to the nap. I am extremely tired but find it hard to fall asleep. My favorite type of naps are shared in Little Rock while lying in cold, yet extremely comfortable sheets, wearing my brand new PJ's that I got out of my own dresser door, while listening to a muffled TV in the background, and curled up next to Cody. It is during these kind of naps where deep sleep finds us a peaceful dream.

That is what I need right now.

AND, yes, I am fully aware of how this picture makes my hands look remarkably similar to a baby doll's. So save yourself the comments, ;] Ha!

-Marko

home is where your heart is

2009-01-17T07:43:00.000-08:00

Coming home from Conway is always a difficult task for me to accomplish because I have no car and must always rely on other people. This, obviously, gets tremendously frustrating after several encounters of miscommunication or faulty assumptions of kindness.

So, when my mom asked if there was anyway for me to make it home on Friday night for Miles' extremely important game against his previous high school, the high school from which I graduated, in Cabot, I was in a pickle. I knew some people were returning home to Little Rock, but was unable to reach them before they made it back already. With a cry for help, I extended my voice through facebook.

"MARK NEEDS A RIDE BACK TO NLR TO SEE HIS BROTHERS BBALL GAME!"

For the most part, I had no answer and was completely devastated because for once I actually wanted to see Miles' game. My crestfallen thoughts were swirling around in a circle much like the water in a toilet bowl, and some how I was looking down at it all in disappointment. However, these feelings did not last long because Katie England came to my rescue. She offered to take me home, and while in town she could do some much needed laundry in exchange for ten dollars in gas money. "Dealio," I said. We left after five minutes.

The car ride was fun because I got to touch base with her about her break. We were classmates in our first semester in college and attended the same high school. Time flew by and the next thing I know, we were at the drive way of my house.

HOME SWEET HOME

It was only recently that I have decided to rekindle my unconditional love of my family and actually be able to express it. I guess that's just part of growing up. I was excited to see my dad, and I could tell it was mutual because as I walked in the door he was taking freshly made cinnamon raisin cookies out of the oven, just for me. We shared these cookies over milk and the headed to Miles' game, two hours early like always. My parents like to be the first one's there and the last one's to leave. Its hilarious.

The game itself was a good one: Miles played amazing and so did his team. They definitely shut down North Little Rock early. It was enlightening to see Miles' so grown up. If there could be one thing that I learned from my Brazil trip, it was that I missed Miles. We were practically best friends growing up, but in high school I tried to separate myself from him, and it worked. We grew apart, sadly. But now, I want to be his best friend again. I want to laugh with him and be simultaneously goofy and weird. I sense that Miles feels the same way, so we are headed on the right path again.

Because I went to Miles' game, I missed Cody's second show at the new bar Off Center. Yet, he and I both know that this game was more than a game, it was quality time spent with my family. This is exactly why I decided to stay home in my own bed and wake up to his phone call. [I can always pretend.]

NEW DAY

Today I have a lot to do! With my new semester filled with time consuming classes, I cannot afford to be behind. Like the retched Harmony, I have already begun brainstorming for my three drawing I have to complete in advanced figure and experimental drawing class. Here's what I have got so far:

- minimal composition

- materials: ink, white out pen, pencil, and sharpie

The rest, I can't let you know about! I don't want the internet world prying into my creative processes. I will update, soon enough, with a picture perhaps.

-Marko

so it goes.

2009-01-15T07:38:00.001-08:00

Battling the cold, no car and a crowd of hungry lesbians, I managed to make it out to the opening of a new bar downtown called Off Center. The place is based of the ideas proposed by the extraordinary musical talent of Buddy Habig, a friend of Cody's who recently passed away before Christmas. The idea was simple: provide a piano bar for entertainment. Despite the terrible loss, the bar was opened with beautiful and energetic music that is only the result of Cody Belew. Watching him perform is one of my favorite things to do; he truly is entertainment. There was quite a crowd, too - over 300 people joined in on the fun. If it had not been for Emily Wright, I would have never been able to see my bluebird sing.

Shortly after the show was over, we headed back to Cody's to get some rest. My first day of classes were today and I had an eight o'clock class. He managed to get me on campus ten minutes before my class, but I had a slight problem. URSA, my internet scheduler, was not working so I had no idea where my class was located. I knew, however, that it was in Mashburn. I thought my building was located at the center of campus, so I ran to the student center and hoped that across from it was my building. Of course, it wasn't. So, I made a frantic run around the buildings in search for Mashburn. And then it hit me - Mashburn is right across from my dorm.

So, like an idiot I raced back across campus to where I practically started. I went up stairs because I was only following the signs that said, Pyschology department second floor. Nothing, no classes at all. Shit again, all over a pillow case. Finally, I found the classroom on the first floor, the very class I passed going up the stairs. I sat in for three minutes before we were dismissed. What a wonderful way to start the semester.

I am an official loser.

- Marko

back to basics

2009-01-10T15:03:00.000-08:00

I'm home.

It took almost 20 hours of traveling because of overlays and such to get there, but I did. It was such an amazing trip. I learned to gain appreciation for the things I have in life: family, friends and love ones. Seriously, I can not be more sure that these things are above all the most important. This feeling was manifested into pure happiness when I stepped into baggage claim and saw a very special someone sitting on the chair waiting on me. I couldn't believe it. I was there, back in the place I belong.

My Christmas was a difficult one, my New Years was easier to handle than I thought, and coming home was gratifyingly beautiful.

- Marko

sing for me again

2009-01-08T09:24:00.000-08:00

Sing for me a song to bring me home.

k? thanks.

-Marko

not my favorite

2009-01-06T13:03:00.000-08:00

The other day, I was emailed by a friend of a friend who told me that I was featured on a style blog. The site is called vainstyle.com and features all sorts of fun bits of information. Despite some crude comments it was really cool to be on the web page, dispite the look being far from one of my stylish looks.

Here take a look,

oh by the way - its still raining in Rio. I saw Jesus today only because the clouds parted for a short time. We were lucky. I wish we could have seen the view that is so famous, however, the focus was on Jesus, not the view. Maybe this is a sign.

I have a botton that belongs to somebody. I need to get home in order to give it back. I took it away for a long time, and it misses home.

-Marko

the water was cold

2009-01-04T05:18:00.000-08:00

Today I woke up to the sound of an alarm clock, hoping to be suprized by the brilliant rays of sun that was yesterday, but, to my luck and everyone else´s who are visiting Rio de Janeiro, there was none.

It is cloudy, windy and sprinkling rain over the beautiful view of my hotel window of the Copacabana port. Why does it have to be like this today? Hmmph. Wait let me rewind some things that have happened since the last entry. Since then, I have had Christmas, gone to the beach and had new years. From December 25, until now, I have not had the internet because we were at an appartment in Guaraja that was unable to reach the wonderful world of the internet.

Not much has changed though, I still miss everyone deeply and will miss even more my days spent with my best friend. Which, on this trip, we have discovered why we are even friends. Once over dinner we were sharing laughter when Camila asked me why were such good pals. We had never really thought about it before, and we didn´t have a clear distinctive answer until one restless night at the beach appartment. We think about the same subject all the time. This subject will remain only to those close to me, so if you want to know just ask. Its odd, I thought I was alone in thinking these things, yet there is Camila right under my nose. Best friends forever, no doubt.

After jumping my seven waves on the Brazilian shore, I am positive that this year will be a good one. I am ready to stay commited to my wishes and resolutions. Are you?

I need my button fixed.

-Marko

a song to bring me home

2008-12-24T06:10:00.000-08:00

I am sitting by the window in Natalia's bedroom looking out at the beautiful blue sky cluttered and scattered by various puffs of white nothings all while sweating. It is extrememly hot outside and rightfully so - I am in the middle of their summer. In Brazil, no one has air conditioning. So, days like this seem to be quite a challenge for my spoiled American tastes.

Despite sweating while typing this, I cannot help but to feel so greatful for what I have back home in the US. The other day, Mila and I set out for the beach in Santos, Brazil. This place is only about a 50 minute drive, but on the way I got to see some of the worst living conditions. Brazil is home to some of the poorest people in the world. And regardless of how much material items these people contained, or if they even had a real roof over their heads, I would see smiles on their faces. It made me feel like I have been living above the possibility of pure happiness. That only things that I buy or have could make me happy. These people had nothing, but were still happy. How is that?

Love.

There is so much that I love about my life. So many people, so many places, so many activities. All of which are obvious to my personality and I really don't feel like putting them all out for a permanent entry. But, rather, allow them to be transperant in their exsistance.

I miss the ones that I love. Especially my family, bffs, and my bluebird.

My song to come home to lies in a journal.

-Marko

you have crazy eyeballs

2008-12-20T09:22:00.000-08:00

Last night was one of the best times I have had while in Brazil. Camila, Natalia, Mari, Ju and I went out to one of the hottest clubs in Sao Paulo called club Royal. It was in the middle of down town and it was packed. This time we actually got in! However, this club was really expensive. Mi, Na and I ended up spending 350 reais which is about 150 dollars in the USA.

We woke up early to go to the park and work out. We were all really tired, but when we came home food was on the table. Now we are getting ready for the MADONNA concert!

Pictures soon, as always...

-Marko

bar aurora

2008-12-18T06:39:00.000-08:00

Coming to Brazil has been a whirlwind of experiences, thus far. Batting an ice storm, killing time with music, etc. On my international flight from Atlanta to Rio de Janeiro I had the emergency exit seat, so I was able to extend my legs to its fullest extend. I slept okay, but I was more interested in the "Delta OnDemand" which allowed me to watch the Dark Night, and countless other television shows. This was nice because it made me forget I was on a nine hour flight.

I was in for a rude awaking when I arrived in Rio, it was cloudy and they lost my main luggage. Despite the gloomy weather, I was optimistic in my attempts to search for my bags, but after an hour of waiting I called it quits. My bag was gone. At this point language became an issue for me, however, I was lucky because one of the workers knew a little English. He informed me that the bag would be reclaimed but would have to be shiped to Camila's house. Thus, I preceeded with her address and tried to figure out where to make my connecting flight. Upstairs, I saw.

Once, there, I checked in my one bag that was not lost and headed towards my gate. This was after I waited in line for thirty minutes only to discover I had to go to a different check in because I was international. At the gate, I waited for my departure that was set at 12:35. Just as I was getting excited the power goes out. No prompter with flight information, no lights, no intercome. Gone. All of it. My thoughts where filled with trepidation. I was afraid to fall asleep or grab something to eat because I didn't want to miss my flight to Sao Paulo. So, I just waited. Two hours later, we leave. I get to Sao Paolo around 15:45

This is the part where I was introduced to Brazilian traffic. It was bumper to bumper for an agonyzing two and a half hours. Luckily, I was able to fall right to sleep and missed the majority of it. I was so exhausted. At his point I had been traveling for exactly 24 hours.

Once home, I napped while everyone ate. I woke up and had the delicious pizza that everyone was chowing on earlier. It was so good!

We tried to go to two clubs, but they were all too full. Everyone is out for the holidays and it was clearly evident last night: we were almost trampled by the eager teenage clubers. We then settled at a bar called Aurora. We got completely drunk.It was a blast. We did not make it home until 4:30. :]

-Marko

ragged wood

2008-12-15T23:55:00.000-08:00

The world is alive now, in and outside our home
You run through the forest, settle before the sun
Darling, I can barely remember you beside me
You should come back home, back on your own now

I am set. I will be in Brazil until January 10th. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I send my love to those special to my heart and those who wish to be near it. Here's my winter to summer travel clothes:

- Marko

deer head, please come back

2008-12-12T07:38:00.000-08:00

- Marko

seven days....

2008-12-09T16:05:00.001-08:00

In several days I will be on a plane debating sleep all while watching some foreign movie with subtitles or reading my

"Portuguese for Dummies" on my way to Sao Paulo, Brazil. It has been approximately six months sense I have seen my best friend, Camila Santos. She last came to the States over the summer to spend time with my family and then in Arkansas. Now it's my turn to return the favor.

I will be in Brazil from December 17th through January 9th, which obviously covers Christmas and New Years. This will be the first year that my entire family will not be together over the holidays. Its odd. I really don't know exactly how I feel about it.

For now, I'm sitting at Alex's house trying to figure out what to write for my final letter in writing class, but I am not interested. All I can think about is how I am going to be missing the ones I love while I am gone. I know my time with Camila is going to be fantastic, but I cannot help but be somewhat selfish in thinking this.

I will miss the simplest things while I'm gone such as cooking with Boobie, Marley trying to get on the bed, laughing, hanging out with my closest friends[BAM!], sitting around the house with the family, etc. It's strange because, on a daily basis I take these things for granted and I don't recognize their individual significance. Yet, now that they are going to be temporarily gone, I cannot help but feel that I am loosing.

I have no idea where this is going. I need to study for philosophy, but I can't. All I can think about somehow carries a shade of blue and I am distracted by overwhelming happiness. I have that test at 8:00 in the morning, closely followed by a critique for drawing at 10:00, all before I have to turn in a paper at 4:30.

Hooray for finals.

Friday, I pack my shit for home! But, only for three days.

- Marko

currently watching: Waking Life with Ben, Alex, and Daniel [its his birthday! hello 20 years old!]

time is fading away

2008-12-03T20:31:00.000-08:00

I am sorry for another short entry, but I wanted to let everyone know that I am almost finished with my drawing final. Thank goodness, because I have not been getting to bed until around 3:00 am! I am so tired.

More updates soon.

goodbye home

2008-11-30T15:23:00.001-08:00

I have a lot to learn.

- Marko

music moves my soul

2008-11-28T13:44:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was Thanksgiving, of course. However this year was was odd: there were only four of us trying to consume a 23 pound turkey. The absence of Michael and Matthew turned about an eerie chapter in our apatite; we could hardly indulge and partially were reluctant to finish the bountiful meal of thanks. Perhaps this was in part due to how strange being at home really felt.

I don't feel the same here. This isn't my home; I no longer live in this place. It's so different: you expect to come home and actually feel like a place that is comforting, but I just feel uncomfortable. I could hardly sleep the first night, and other nights since I have stayed up as last as possible, only falling asleep by pure exhaustion.

Music is what I always fall back on when I am alone. And while on one of these late night adventures, I was able to watch the entire biography of Edith Piaf, a famous French singer whose lyrics can move mountains. She is an extraordinary women and the recent movie about her life was amazing. This you tube excursion led to the discovery of three of my new favorite bands : Fleet Foxes, Emily Jane Smith and She & Him.

Check them all out.

Currently listening to: White Winter Hymnal by Fleet Foxes.

-Marko

artist of the day

2008-11-26T14:15:00.001-08:00

In the midst of cleaning the bathroom, washing a few dishes and clothes, I came across an artist online. Her name is Mellissa Moss and her graphic style painting is quite charming. I could not help but post her work for all to see.

"fruitful", acrylic on wood, 5"x5"

"the arrival", acrylic on wood, 4"x4"

"stuk", acrylic and gouache on wood, 7"x7"

Her characters are really interesting. I get the impression that they may be sea monkeys, but I could be wrong. Her color choices are beautiful.

On this cleaning break, I was able to make a delicious salad again. Just take a look at the organic treat:

Now, back to packing up my stuff. I have to go home tonight, even though it's Cody and I's two month anniversary. We celebrated last night with dinner at Chili's and dessert at Cold Stone, but it would be nice just to stay for another night.

-Marko

currently tuning into: Book of Right On by Joanna Newsom

eat don't weep

2008-11-25T08:29:00.000-08:00

My break officially began on Monday at 3:30 when Cody picked me up from my dorm. After helping me move my shit into his car, we set off back to Little Rock. It was in the car ride where he disclosed the copious amount of things he had purchased that day, and to much surprise, I wasn't that mad at him. His best find were these beautiful curtains that he picked up from Goodwill for only 7.50. They match the dinning room perfectly. I will have a picture up soon, once I get my camera back from Alex.

The night was going to be fantastic, Cody, Rosemary and I were going over to Kacie's apartment to have a little early Thanksgiving meal. This idea was shot up once Kacie called and told Rosemary that her roommate was sick and laid up on the coach. So, we moved the party to Cody's house. The move gave us little time to prepare. But, we managed.

Each person had an important part in the dinner. Cody made the main course; an herb stuffed pork tenderloin, while Rosemary made her delicious green bean caesural and backed sweat potatoes. Kacie and I had the easy part: I whipped up some organic deviled eggs and an organic blueberry pomegranate mixed salad with walnuts, almonds, and sunflower seeds while she made the rolls. Everything we had was perfect and was beyond mouthwatering.

After eating so much food, we all felt sleep deprived and headed off to bed. Now, Cody is at work and I am at his house counting the minutes until he gets back. I got up when he did to get my computer and clothes from his car so that I can do something productive today.

I already went on a run. I enjoyed it so much, partially because I have missed it and partially because Hillcrest is such a beautiful neighborhood. Its just a great community, everything is in walking distance and no one seems to be unfriendly. I suppose I will spend the rest of my day working on my Comp 1 assignments. I hate that class, but thats beside the point.

UPDATE:

-Marko

I hope everyone is happy now.

Spelling is irrelevant, its about content.

the day begins

2008-11-24T09:40:00.000-08:00

I have packed almost everything I could for the Thanksgiving Break. But, there still is a lingering sense of something I may leave behind. A dreamlike tangibility to the desolated world that is my dorm room. I will not miss this place over the next week. In fact, I am quite excited to leave. I have only two classes today, all of my art classes are canceled due to SMAI's. Which, I suppose, is a good thing for me. I only have one more class left at 2:00. It's a writing class, so I don't really have much to do. With the exception of the homework I have so easily neglected over this weekend break. I have two hours to do it, so I am not worried at all. As always, I like to post what I am wearing for the day. However, this morning I didn't wake in a timely manner to dress but in my sleeping clothes. So, after my philosophy class I came back to find something unique to wear. Unique is such an awkward word. I was at a loss at what to wear, but I found inspiration from my favorite street style site overseas. I love looking at this site. Perhaps later I will disclose its exact location. For now, I need to do my homework and finish packing.

My week is going to be the best ever. I will spend the first couple of days with Cody. Then, on Wednesday night I will be returning home to see my family. I haven't talk to much of them lately. So, it will be nice to see them again.

Currently listening to Banshee Beat, by Animal Collective.

Oh, before I forget: I need to list my homework.

-Design

* Color Theory Study and Mounted

* 4x6 Sketches of Work Study [4 structured drawings]

*Mount all works and final color study.

-Drawing

*24x30 Final drawing [10 figures in space]

-Writing

*Star Writer Assignments and Fill out Notebook

CIAO

-Marko

the funeral begins today

2008-11-23T17:00:00.000-08:00

Friday night was a terrible loss... the best-kept-secret party of Little Rock, Cool Shoes, was murdered by 4x4 and over publication.It is a sad day for us all who love to swivel our dancing feet on the glorious concrete floor all while the beat goes on. Desperately clinging to our alcoholic drinks in attempt to keep them from turning over, we shared fun and laughter and, for me, even love. But the November Cool Shoes was a little odd, something, the original cool shoes followers could sense in the air.

To our surprise the place was packed, and we made our best efforts to appear slightly optimistic in the midst of the putrid aroma of B.O. and beer. The warmth is what kept us in; it was below freezing that night and standing outside with the sea of cancer inhalers seemed unappealing.

Soon, we pushed back the unfamiliar faces and made our way towards the stage. Strange: the familiar DJ table was blocked by three performers. We were listening to a live version a household rap, a version that was all to familiar of my high school lunch room. However, Cody, Elizabeth, Rosemary and I made our best attempts to cut the lyrics and move to the beat. This failed miserably. But hope was near; Wolf-e-Wolf was about to play and the unwelcomed crowd began to filter away. Finally a beat we could all recognize, it was like eating chocolate cake after fasting for three months.

But this did not solve our disappointment. Our feet were confined, suffocated by overweight dusch bags who could hardly pick up their feet. People didn't come that night to dance, they came to let their bodies build more fat for the cold winter ahead. It was ridiculous. How can you dance when people all around you are stationed like a brink house, barely swaying side to side.

The only thing that was successful about the night was my outfit.

- Marko

a time to reflect

2008-11-21T13:07:00.000-08:00

Lately, I feel as if my style has leveled out. I struggle to find inspiration in the clothes I already own. Everything thing appears to be a repeat of looks I created in the later years of my high school. I need something different. A spark to relight my fashion savviness.

Last night I decided that today I would go to Salvation Army in Conway and splurge on unusual items that would benefit my new since of creativity. So after my contemporary moral problems philosophy class, I set off with Katie England. We spent 30 minutes there and I racked in some awesome buys. Two pairs of shoes [one pair maroon ankle boots and maroon kenneth cole loafers], yellow suspenders, a hat, a large white knit sweater, an off-white button down, and a large coat. I only spent 22 bucks! It was wonderful!

As soon as I got to my dorm, I began to play dress up. The room is a reck but I am satisfied with my choice of purchases.

Cool Shoes is tonight, and I am definately prepared to wear those suppenders. Here is a preview:

- Marko

a step ahead

2008-09-16T22:24:00.000-07:00

We are all aware of fashion week that took place in New York and London not to long ago. Here are some of my favorite looks for the spring/summer of 2009.

CHRISTOPHER KANE SPRING/SUMMER 2009

I absolutely love the circle details on of these pieces. Its very original and fun. It almost brings a theatrical element into such flawless design.

PROJECT RUNWAY'S LEANNE [SEASON 5]

Wow. That is simply it. Leanne definitely has my vote for this season's of Bravo's Emmy Nominated TV show, Project Runway 5. I am completely obsessed with everything about this collection: the color, the structure, the creativity. Flawless.

PROJECT RUNWAY'S JERRELL [SEASON 5]

Jerrell's collection was also very entertaining. I knew after he won the couture challenge he would use that as his inspiration for his final collection. The design is completely him. Spunky and creative. Love it.

OBEDIENT SON SPRING 2009

©men.style.com

This collection makes me laugh. Not because its bad, but because two weeks ago I went to a party with little short, shorts and a large sweater. I love these looks. If I had the money, these would all be mine.

ALSO CHECK OUT THESE AMAZING DESIGNS BY:

louise goldin

raf simons

paul smith

eley kishimoto

zac posen

A Struggle

2008-09-13T18:24:00.000-07:00

I just spent six hours of my life in the studio working on a self portrait. The assignment for my design class is to do a self portrait using textures but only in black and white. You can take pictures of textures to use them or simply use various textures. I decided that I wanted to recreate my face in a way that looks realistic to some degree, much like the art of Chuck Close.

I used pictures of hair, concrete wall, beanie, and desk to create the textures for my face. I cut the pictures of the text with a hole punch and at times would create largers circles. But the entire face is made up of circles. Here is what I have so far:

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Hide and Seek

2008-09-11T11:27:00.000-07:00

Reaching for the handle of a large chartreuse green door, I extend my shortened arm. I can barely reach. My fingers graze the bottom of the knob only slightly moving it towards the right. I circle to look at my mother who is standing towards the end of the hall watching with a glossy eye. I see her half smile, reassuring that going in will be okay.

I hesitate. I am afraid of my new kindergarten class. I am unsure if they would like my ironed red Polo or my navy blue Oxford shorts; however, I think they still may like my shoes. They were new: a crisp white Nike that my parents had purchased the day before.

Was I still stalling?

I look again to see if my mother was there, but this time I have lost site of her. I begin to panic, retracting my hand from the knob. I never wanted to leave my other kindergarten class. With the cross of my arms I think, this isn’t fair.

Lifting my head up out of my arms, I noticed I wasn’t alone! I observe another child saying goodbye to his mother. From the look of it he was walking this way. I noticed his shoes – the black and white light ups from Dillard’s. I wanted those. This was my chance to create potential friend with messy brown hair and wide blue eyes. He wasn’t nervous at all.

“Hi,” I said. “Are you new, too?”

“No, I am a Jehovah’s Witness. My mom drops me off now because I don’t say the pledge of alliance,” the boy said with confidence.

A Jehovah’s Witness?

I then knew that I was in for something completely different from my home-schooled kindergarten. I had to interact with people that were called strange things. This was all too sudden and even furthered my reluctance to step inside the classroom.

“Oh, I see. I just turned six. When’s your birthday?” I began to nervously banter.

“I don’t celebrate birthdays,” the boy replied.

How could you not celebrate birthdays?

Birthdays are the next best thing to Christmas. I am fortunate to have a summer birthday because it almost exactly half a year from my favorite holiday when the weather is cold and the church bells are dominate over the neighborhood. But for now, I was in a state of disillusionment. Why did I go to a school where people didn’t hold their heart and declare the pledge of allegiance or celebrate birthdays? But before I could reply to the boy with the white t-shirt on, he stated, “My name is Alex.”

I almost did not respond. I was afraid that he might say he doesn’t become friends with people named Mark because he’s a Jehovah’s Witness. But pushing my fears and shyness aside, I rejoined the conversation. “Mine’s Mark,” I said.

Then with a screech of the door, Alex and I turn. Standing well above us was a woman with a skinny face and glasses that desperately tried to keep grip of her nose swallowed by the bushiness of her dark brown hair. She was peaking through the narrow opening of the door and adjoining wall. Her eerie eyes grazing the hall as her boney hand firmly griped the handle. I notice her arm protruding from her oversized purple shirt much like a stick hiding in a plethora of bedding. The denim belt she had tied around her waist resembled the same shade of my favorite pair of jeans, light and almost acidic in nature.

Is that her?

I can stench her sharp perfume of rosemary or time mixed with the tang of crayon and marker. This was my teacher, Mrs. Cullinger. I was on my way to a full year with this new lady as my teacher, a lady who was not my mom, a lady who had enormous feet.

“You can come in boys,” Mrs. Cullinger said with a soft majestic tone.

I became overly nervous. She had spoken with such persuasion, that I thought she had casted a spell on Alex and I. Giving one last attempt to see if my mom was still at the end of the hall, I turn for her. She wasn’t there. I slowly move toward the frame of the door. Mrs. Cullinger had stepped away, leaving me with just a limited view of my future. I could hardly make out what was inside.

Alex entered easily.

Is he not scared?

I look down at my new shoes contrasting with the dark grey tiled flooring and then at the door, still ajar. I exhorted one huge breath. I begin to walk in a pace that was more or less snail like, making sure not to take to large of strides. I was in no rush. As I begin to travel closer to the door, I could her muffled voices and movement. I push the chartreuse green door open. The room was fairly large. Huge windows outlined the opposite wall with a tope blinds and plants and flowers just beneath each seal. The sun pushed its way through the shades and created a stripped pattern over the burgundy carpet that was cluttered with legos and blocks.

One more step; I was inside.

[Just a memoir I am working on.]

m.monroe

I GOT THE TICKETS!

2008-09-09T17:45:00.003-07:00

I AM GOING TO BRAZIL TO SEE MY BEST FRIEND CAMILA ON DECEMBER 16 AND WILL BE THERE UNTIL JANUARY 9!

WHILE THERE WE ARE GOING TO SEE MADONNA AND GO TO RIO FOR NEW YEARS!

I AM VERY EXCITED.

HERE IS WHAT I AM WEARING TODAY, THE TEMPERATURE WAS PERFECT!

p.s. i look really gross:

art walk...

2008-09-06T15:05:00.000-07:00

Kat Ryals Photography blew everything out of the water. Get to know that name because her work may just one day be on the cover of some magazines. Alex Carpenter and Garrett Copeland went with me to the show. Downtown Hot Springs is a happening place at night, especially during an art walk night. There are some really talented artists that live in Arkansas. I took a few pictures from the night.

We had to leave early in order to dive back to my hometown. We ended up staying there and waking up to eat eggs, thrift, and come

back to UCA!

Here is what I wore last night:

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Kat Ryals

2008-09-05T12:26:00.000-07:00

My good friend Kat Ryal is having her first show tonight at a gallery in Hot Springs, Arkansas. This is a very big thing because Hot Springs is known for really good art! It is going to be a blast. I am leaving here soon, but I may have to miss my first class ever in college.

I really don't want to miss, but the show starts at 5:00 and I don't get out of my Design class until 5:20. Gross.

Anyway, here are a couple examples of Kat's work:

However, the good thing about possibly missing class is the fact that I do not have the right materials for the class today. I don't have a car anymore, so its extre

mely hard to run to the store when its ten miles down the road and all I have is my bicycle. Oh well. I need to work on my self portrait anyway. I have to create a black and white collage of me only using textures. It is fairly interesting but not my style of collage. Anyway, I need to look for a really cool picture of myself, but I don't just want a portrait shot. I want it to encompass my style of collage. Frustrated. I need to look for that picture now. So here is my look for today. Gross but it works.

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YIPPEE!

2008-09-04T15:44:00.001-07:00

Today is such a glorious day!

Why?

Because I got my check from school! Yes, you read it right. I received my stipend from the University that I attend! The money that I got [1771.56] is going towards my Brasil ticket! I am going to Sao Paulo to visit my friend. While we are there we are going to see Madonna in concert as well as spend the new year in Rio! I am super excited. Anyway, I need to find a ticket.

Peace out, nukka.

my look for today is :

;]

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obsessions

2008-09-02T11:02:00.000-07:00

Katy Tipton, one of my best friends, has officially made me obsessed with this one website. Such a website you have to be invited to and it is a source for big time fashion-istas like myself. The website is wonderfully designed and covers areas around the world in order for people like myself to be influenced by what people are currently wearing. All I can say is "yums." [For those of you guys who do not know me, "yums." is my new catch-phrase. Lets just say, if I were on a network reality TV show, there would be an SNL skit about it.]

Anyway, I have only been a part of this website craze for a short time, but two of "my looks" have made it to the "hot list"! Thats me on the top row, fourth column. Here is my other look that made it to the hot list....

and thats the end of that, for now.

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Design I

2008-08-29T16:30:00.000-07:00

I have not been on this thing in so long. But I decided to use this as a form of guideline for my life again. I just completed a project in my Design I class today. The project dealt with value transferring a recognizable image into a newspaper college. This is the result.

Original Picture:

Dorothea Lange (1895-1965)

"Young migratory mother, originally from Texas" Edison, Kern County, California, April 11, 1940. 1998 print.

The Collage Version:

I know.

It's nasy. :[

An Artful Affair

new artwork

2008-01-31T18:39:00.001-08:00

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I found a new Love

2008-01-17T21:49:00.001-08:00

Currently Listening to :
MGMT
Yeasayer
M.I.A.
Justice
Radiohead [always]

I am now obessed with Current TV and falling asleep with paint on my body.

Check out my MGMT's Fades to Pretend song off their new album Oracular Spectacular.

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This is This, This is That

2007-12-20T10:24:00.000-08:00

The world has finally alluded itself.

I am an artist.

I am here to make art.

I want to sell my body.

Everything and everything makes since, but doesn't.

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____________pretty______________

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_______________things___________

_________make_________________

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_________________________smiles__________

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I was able to stope time with my paintbrush. My leggs looked good. This is a story of this. This is now a story of that. In between is where life exsists, time exsists, we exsist. There are patterns to be seen. I have a dog.

ABOUT ME:

2007-08-29T22:44:00.000-07:00

My goal in life is to leave an impression in yours.

I am a man with a sensitive heart and a creative mind that is driven by perfection. However, the latter is thrown around loosely in my everyday life only because my idea of perfection is slightly twisted from its dictionary definition. Meaning: I am an organized disaster. I consider myself as an artist; whether you choose to agree or not, I am what I am. Being creative is what I was born to do and for this reason I am ready to pursue such an open-minded career. I am the best bullshitter that you’ll ever meet. This quality has become very useful for reasons unnecessary to explain through an internet website. Most of the drama in my existence comes from my inability to accept defeat or, in reality, being wrong. Stubborn is one word that could easily be used both for and against me when related to my personality. I like to be busy and at times stressed out. I think it brings out the best in me. Driving through the United States, listening to music all while spending quality time with some of the most amazing people on earth is one of my many hobbies. I consider myself a hopeless romantic and it really is hopeless because I do not really even understand relationships. I doubt I ever will. Don't get me wrong, I want you to know something "about me" obviously or I would not have filled out this very section; nonetheless, I just want it to be memorable. Which is to say, this is the beginning of my attempts to reach my goal. You are what I need to succeed.

I'm 18

2007-07-24T00:31:00.000-07:00

Almost Legal!

2007-07-15T15:36:00.000-07:00

The time is drawing nearer.

I will soon be able to buy cigarettes, enter clubs, and purchase porn if I feel it is necessary.
But like many years previous, I don't want my birthday to come. Yes, I am excited about the benefits of turning eighteen, but I would rather not be reminded of school. I guess that is the common flaw with all summer birthdays: it's a excruciating reminder of the new school year. Its almost like a reality check for me to start completing the summer assignments I have so easily overlooked while laying out by the pool. However, this summer, I have at least tried to start some of my assignments. For example: I purchased my AP summer reading entitled "The Poisonwood Bible" by Barbra Kingsolver and have already begun to read it; 78 pages to be exact. Yes, only 428 more to go. BORING.

I leave you with a mixed emotions regarding my upcoming birthday.

-An Artful Affiar

Happy Birthday!

2007-07-11T20:26:00.000-07:00

Shelby Leigh Armstrong
"My Wife" I will always love you.
July 11, 1990 - January 30, 2007

Happy Birthday Shelbs.
There is not a day that goes by that I do not think of you. You are an amazing person and I am proud to be able to say that you were my best friend.
I love you BFFwife!

- An Artful Affair

My Brazilian Sister

2007-07-11T20:09:00.000-07:00

Camila Beteli Santos is Back in BRAZIL

I miss my dear friend tremendously and its only been ten hours since I said goodbye in the airport. I will have to write more about her later, for now enjoy some photos.

- An Artful Affair

The Good Shepard

2007-07-11T19:51:00.001-07:00

Model Hunter Shepard.

Art Attack

2007-07-08T23:25:00.000-07:00

Zachary Thornton

Emerging artist, Zachary Thornton, is making an impact great American art. His "work deals with memory and sentimentality, nostalgia and longing, sexuality and the mystery of personality." Thornton truly uses his inspiration from the contradictions of idealized suburban life: the emptiness of its expanses, its facade of cheery perfection, its denuded landscape and looming darkness, and its touching sadness to create wonderful works of art.

This, by far, is my favorite of Thornton's intricate work. He is indeed inspiring for artists like myself. I should be working on some painting right now; however, I find myself posting a new blog.

Enjoy,
An Artful Affair

Holidays

2007-07-07T23:29:00.000-07:00

They most definitely prevent everyday posts.

However, it was worth the procrastination.
My extremely large family has been expanded on thanks to my out of town trip for the fourth of July week end.
Meet Lucy:

Adorable.

-An Artful Affair