Let the Bodies Hit the Floor

This Beat is Rockin' and Never Stoppin'

I love to make the ramanosity I call art. I can easily compare my brain to a jungle gym, or one of those blow up rooms that you can jump around in. When ideas or instructions go in, they come out with someone else or with the wrong body parts. One example might be the last art project we did last year, when we took pieces of magazines to create a large one that looked like a separate piece entirely. Instead of doing mine in any orderly fashion at all, which is pretty much how everyone else interpreted the instructions, I just started cutting and pasting in the order I felt like at the time. Somehow it turned out looking cool... like.

Another example could be one of my summer projects. When my mom saw a portrait or her and her new grandson, I saw an alien abduction. The aliens could have come in because one of my friends told me about a sighting out in North Plains, or they could have come in because of the excessive horror movies I watch daily.

Not really sure what all I should put on here... ^^" HA. Say that 5 times fast.