Lias went through many changes intended to simplify their design. The floating chunks are replaced with two simple spheres. Thei golden markings are less bold. They have a classic three piece suit instead of a coat. I put a little pin meant to represent a bolide on their bag. I like how I added the mundane shoes to represent how Lias, at heart, is less classy and aloof than they’d like to admit.
hello arts ink. I have taken over…this is my first post ever….watch out….
my comic is about things i find on the ground on campus bc i always feel sad bc they’re left behind.
pic of smashed ted the bear below…
Where are you from?
Virginia. DC area, Arlington.
I’m sure you get this question a lot, but do you live close to the cemetery?
Uh, yeah I’d say it’s about a ten minute drive…
EECS Building, 3:30PM, 11/21/2024
i met you for the first time as a stranger. we talked about the weather and your father and the new prodigy and the death of our favorite restaurant, like we were seventeen again and you had crawled through my bedroom window and into my arms. as if the world had not stopped spinning, a planet so big and full it hurt to laugh. as if i am not sitting on your gravestone, a quiver in my lip and a tremor in my chest, whispering to the soil to keep you warm in place of me.
You’re gonna be the best—oh look! The sun is out!
AADL Downtown, 12:00PM, 11/12/2024
it was a weed. i wanted to call it pretty but it was a weed, a dandelion beaming with the blush of the sun. quick to bloom, quicker to rot. against all odds it has conquered the impossible, leaves outstretched in heavenly embrace. what wouldn’t a flower give to be appreciated? if i had the chance, i would sit on the cobblestone and watch it grow. if i had the chance, i would name it after you.
There are a bunch of spots down there, it’s like Hogwarts!
Nickels Arcade, 2:00PM, 2/2/2025
after Marty Rubin: “lies bewitch us, if we want to be bewitched”–
i have inherited an incurable insomnia from you, in the way your absence keeps me up at night. sleep is a luxury you have stolen–you leave me with nothing more than pity, a memory woven in moonlight and encased in spider’s silk: i closed my eyes and breathed a prayer and you were there, my voice a siren, your mouth a shipwreck. there are ninety-nine names for God and yours is not one of them.
Text: “Isn’t it amazing how I can look so good but feel so bad?”
Sorry about the lazier comic this week. I, like many others, got hit by the flu. Figured I could at least introduce a new character (finally) !! Meet Neely the penguin 🙂
I’ve been thinking a lot about thinking. It’s kind of my thing. Words and ideas and images and connections. I think as an artist I’m overly encouraged to keep thinking, which I don’t mind one bit, but I do think the people around me start to tire after they hear enough words.
I’ve been pondering the word pretentious lately. I’ve spent my fair share making fun of people and things I’ve considered pretentious. In my corners of the art and music worlds the word pretentious gets through around enough. I spent some time with my thinking this past week and from this came the worrying thought that I was becoming the pretentious know-it-alls I love to despise. I think the word pretentious carries its weight and describes the truth of many situations, but at the same time I think we shouldn’t knock someone or something down who truly wants to understand, explore, or even push the bounds of what they know. I think intent and passion are two factors that takes a person from being pretentious to being curious. Humility and authenticity of course come into play as well and I think that shows up in the intent of sharing thoughts with others. I think in sharing with friends, peers, and strangers you should go into conversations with the desire to learn and make mistakes and find something new in the familiar. For me, I’ve been thinking a lot in relation to my semester-long art project where I’m considering the connects of mind, body, and soul to the physical and emotional space of home. When I start to talk about my project I feel like I sound crazy sometimes, but at the same time I want to stay that kind of crazy because that’s the passion that I’m putting into those thoughts taking form in words. I think starting to understand how other people respond, interact, and digest how I share my thoughts are really important to how they continue to take form in my mind. This idea of cycles and cyclical natures have been reoccurring in my thought process and I find that to be an important thread in my life. Cycles can show us the beauty in the mundane and the excitement in the unfamiliar. I think being a little pretentious allows us to take a peek into these cycles and allow ourselves to get lost in them. Or maybe I am crazy and I think too much for my own good…. but isn’t that just like all the other great artists?
To take into our next week:
Ins: Canned soda, charcoal, sienna (burnt and raw), tangerines, soft shadows, gravy, herbal tea, lavender oil (always).
Outs: Not wearing a hat, cold chins, forgetting to water my plants, dry air, sore thumbs, wet socks, too much heat.
Stew in your thoughts. Stare a thousand yards out the bus window and wondering about the car next to you. Consider taking a new route home and walk alongside your findings. Chew on a word that’s been on your mind lately. Talk a little too much and be a little pretentious. You deserve it!
Hello Arts Ink! Welcome back to Captured Moments with Hannah Park. As the Winter semester begins to unfold, I look back on my camera roll, and see a multitude of images of the snow falling down on campus. I love the Winter season, as I love the snow (largely from growing up in Colorado). This past week, as I was walking through the Law Quad in the evening, I captured this picture. The Law Library stands still, with a softening glow of golden light. The contrast between the blue sky and the yellow lights, intertwine beautifully with each other.
A recent song obsession is “Saturn” by Sleeping at Last. I am reminded of this song when I look at this picture because the violin and orchestral arrangement reflects the experience of the sun setting and the night taking over. The piano evokes a sense of weightlessness that mirrors the warm lights of the library. The overall feeling of this song shares the wonder of something grand. As a pianist, I fell in love with the composition of the piano in this piece, as it starts gently and turns into something grand and big. Being able to experience Ann Arbor, is a beautiful thing. As this song reflects the beauty of life, it is a parallel to the glow of the winter season in Ann Arbor.
