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I had wanted to make a full, dimensional skeleton, but I ran out of time, glue and cigarettes. Yeah, I know, it's kinda heavy handed, but as long as I finished the assignment, lol. These are all found cigarettes of course, I don't smoke. Our assignment was to gather the "junk of the world" and find a way of displaying it to make art. I went into the streets of Chicago with a dust pan, a plastic bag and latex gloves (I wouldn't touch this thing; I don't know who smoked these!) and started collecting. I only picked up used cigarettes. Then I went up to the studio with my hundreds of cigarettes (no WAY I was stinking up the dorm room with that stuff, it smelled SOOO BAD) and started hot-gluing them to make this life-size skull. I don't have it anymore; after critique in class I left it outside to let the room clear out of the smell (I put it out where all the students go to smoke, just to see what'd happen. I was surprised, so one moved it or destroyed it or threw it out. Probably because they just didn't want to touch it) and after class was over I went and threw it out.There was no where I could keep it!
As a funny coincidence, at this same time I was working on this my lovely girlfriend ([link]) was working on this: [link] I think we share the same brain, although hers in infinitely cooler and more successful. Still, what are the odds? Found Cigarettes and Hot Glue. |
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October 22, 2008
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Canon PowerShot SD750 1/202 second F/3.2 7 mm 80 Oct 2, 2008, 11:12:03 PM Share
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It's fucking sweet.
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A Flickr and a blag!
brilliant idea, well executed
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I eat paint.
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-raúl
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fight the world, not eachother
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Art is long and Time is fleeting
And our hearts though stout and brave
Still, like muffled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
-Longfellow
And I know some people who'd probably smoke it. But then, they'd offer sex for cigs too.
>_>
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Art is long and Time is fleeting
And our hearts though stout and brave
Still, like muffled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
-Longfellow
you should buy her a flower.
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