starting new

a new year creeping around the corner, in a few hours to be exact. this year i'm going to start some resolutions. i hear if you write them down your most likely to achieve them. So here i go..

get my hair licence
eat healthy (possibly go vegetarian again)
exercise regularly(i want to lose at lest 15 pounds)
be nicer to others (simply smiling at strangers)
keep in contact with friends and family (call them at lest once a week)
go to London

well that's all that i can think of.

Happy New Year Everyone.

sucky

well i haven't written anything for a long while
a) my laptop broke
b) i have nothing to say
c) there is no point

well with all those things aside, I'm still going to try to sporadically write.

wanting a Quik House

You might be asking what is a quik house. The Quik House is a prefabricated kit house designed by Adam Kalkin from recycled shipping containers. It has three bedrooms and two and one-half baths in its 2,000 square foot plan. The shell assembles within one day at your site, you will have a fully enclosed building. From start to finish, it should take no longer than three months to complete your house.

So I really want this.. What is better than living in a beautiful work of art. Plus it is better for the environment, it's made of 75% recycled materials. Adam Kalkin you are a genius, and i love you..Please make me a home.

loving this film

Here is a clip from my newest favorite film.
Qui êtes-vous, Polly Maggoo?(Who are you,Polly Maggoo?

It is a brilliant 1966 Film directed by William Kline. A hilarious satire of the Fashion industry. Polly Maggoo is a young model who has taken Paris by storm, with her beauty.Polly becomes the subject of an episode of a vapid TV news documentary series called "Qui êtes-vous?" While she is pursued by the filmmaker and by the prince of Borodine, a small country in the Soviet bloc.What's interesting is that the film criticizes the fashion industry and the fakeness associated with it, it also shows that the common people are more involved and intrigued with it they like to admit. I loved the surreal pop cinema, it is one I recommend in watching.

in love with darling Nicki

This is dedicated to the original Hippie in Heels..
My dearest Nicki. She is now 21 today. She radiates such a lovely glow and energy. She is loving and kind. She has a gold and silver aura. With two angles looking out for here. he he. I normally don't love girls, but I love you much girl. Happy birthday darling. We love you very very very very very very very much.

in order to find yourself, are you willing to lose yourself?

an emo girl

as i was leaving work today,walking through the parking lot to get to my car. There was a vehicle filled with young men. As I was passing this vehicle, one of the young men inside the car said to the driver, " Don't hit the emo girl." This got me to thinking, I'm I an "emo girl"?... What the hell is an "emo" anyway? I never thought my self as being "emo". Maybe it was my black high heels,black tights, black and white high waisted checkered skirt, black tank and cardigan. With my dark short hair, Bam.. I'm now emo. This event made me laugh, so did the time I was mistaken for a gay boy at a club, but that's another story.

It also reminded me of this:
while perusing through one of my favorite magazines . I found the cover story quite intriguing. here's the link.
Hipster: The Dead End of Western Civilization
Anyway this post is about stereotyping/ labeling.. we all do it. I try not to, but I find myself doing it anyway. Just the other day I labeled two girls as being air-heads. Their conversation about the Haunted Forest attraction in American Fork possibly being real and their high pitched "valley girl" talk is what validated it for me. I'm rude but they were dumb. Why do we tend to do this, is it a sad pathetic attempt to make us feel better about ourselves? I really don't care what other people label me. So instead of using labels such as: Hipster, Punk, Nerd, Bitch, Air-head, Bro's,Emo etc. The list goes on and on. The only label we should use is our name. I am me.. I am Lesly. Its who I am and have always been.

golden

some polaroids taken at silver lake with my loves.

Done

these are my hands
my lips
i may be skin and bone
here i stand the same
the woman i have always been

alone
still alone

embraced in cold
showered by calamity kisses

i don't like to kiss
it hurts to much
my heart it races
my breath taken
from my lungs

i am done

i've attempted
a simple attempt
not to fall

i've failed

like Alice
i too fell,
down the rabbit hole

only to find myself..
alone

when was the last time you did something for the first time?

just a little something new im going to start.
ask questions and live into the answers.

sorry blog

Dear blog,

i'm so very sorry!
so i'm making a change.i've made you so boring, its no fun.i never meant to neglect you. i just never knew what to say. but now i feel inspired. i will make you better than ever,as soon as i learn how, i will get pictures up more often. (remind me i need a new camera) anyway im going to be a better blogger.
i'm sorry.

Lesly

it

so I've been tagged once again by jack.
there are no specific rules to this, so i'm just going to answer them like i would answer any normal question.


whats missing from my life? more action.
will I find love? we are all beings capable of love. the question is, will love find me?
will i be rich? i don't talk money.
does someone have a crush on me? i doubt it.
whats my favorite sexual position? umm...
am i good looking? on my good days, a little.
what makes me most happy? family and friends, that i love and love me in return.
what is my biggest regret? never regret.
how will i die? when i am old and gray peacefully in my bed.
do i act my age? depends on my mood.
what type of tattoo should i get? a bad ass one.. possibly " Bad Ass" on my ass.
whats my spirit animal? an eagle, or a brontosaurus.
do i like pain? i love pain, makes me feel alive.
is there anyone else like me out there? i'd feel bad for anyone who is like me.
do i love to party? depends on the type and the company.
where should i move to? any where near the ocean.
am i secretly gay? maybe so.. its a secret.
will i ever be president? ha ha.. never.
what is fun for me? lots of things, i'm easily entertained.
will i ever learn to fly? in my dreams.
whats my super power? sadly,i make people fall asleep.
what can i do to move on? just breathe.


so i'm the little fat kid who gets tagged because their to slow, and can't tag anyone else. then gives up all hope, sits on the grass and cry's.

i'm sitting on the grass right now, just remembering to breathe.

a girl

new portrait
14 x 18
acrylic on canvas

detail
Sorry poor photo quality

blue above

So just as a side note: this poem is random, I made it for my niece about a year ago. She compiled a bunch of words that reminded he of grass ( strange hu?) but then I threw this poem together, with her words . I love the randomness of it. Hope you like.

blue above

green at my feet
orange dead dirt below

rolling down the hills
ouch, how my sunburn kills
weeds and trees
some strange reason make me sneeze
i hate grass down my shirt
paper thin slices hurt

blue above
green at my feet
orange dead dirt below

dreaming of drinking some tea
with Buddha in a tree
we could fly into the sky
nirvana twinkling in my eye
stars sprinkle down
and turn my frown upside down

blue above
green at my feet
orange dead dirt below

somewhere Bambi trips
in the darkness of a lunar eclipse
fog rolls on the mountain side
the thought of wormies make me hide
dancing around mushroom circles and daisy train
is a way i pray for rain

blue above
green at my feet
orange dead dirt below

at night i can hear the dinosaurs cry
it always brings a tear to my eye
just to think of them buried below
funny how now they help my car go
under the rainbow, theres a pot of gold
where all the secrets lye untold

blue above
green at my feet
orange dead dirt below

lets hide under my tree
and tell stories of how the world can be
they say rock n roll is dead
but it still lives on in my head
i want the world to see
how easy life can be

blue above
green at my feet
orange dead dirt below

illustrated lyrics

So I'm starting something new.. just for fun. I'll try to get one up every week.
Here is a illustration that I did. Guess the song and the artist. Just for fun.

Tripping Out

"Hey you ! out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me"



Oh I feel you.

My life feels a bit more complete. Nothing is better than tripping out to your favorite music, by means of not altering your mind with drugs or any intoxicating substances. The Cosmic Light shows at the Clark Planetarium are truly mind blowing.I have seen Pink Floyd's "The Dark Side Of The Moon" twice. I've been waiting for the release of Pink Floyd's "The Wall" for what feels like forever. I had the lovely privilege of seeing it on Saturday. I went with my sister who is a huge fan of Floyd and my niece and nephew. We saw "The Dark Side Of The Moon" and "The Wall" after. We got a good deal, tickets where two shows for the price of one, since it was the opening weekend of "The Wall". So about two hours of Floyd with amazing sound and trippy and yet hypnotic visuals combined with lasers, leaves you in awe or in a trance like state. I loved it very much, I intend on going to see it again.

I highly recommend going to the show. You will feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow.

Tag

So I've been Tagged. Thanks Jack.

So the Rules:
1. Grab the nearest book that is at least 123 pages or more
2. Turn to page 123
3. Find the 5th sentence
4. Post the 5th sentence in your blog
5. Tag 5 people




"Or maybe they'll run into something comparatively small yet no less astonishing."

Taken from " When You Are Engulfed In Flames" by David Sedaris

Sadly I don't have 5 people to tag.. So to the only other person I know.. I tag Andrew.

Number Four

Yellow, Green and Brown
8 x 8 Acrylic on 4 4 x 4 Canvases

All Mixed up

Each Canvas in itself is a small abstract painting. But when combined it makes one larger picture.Well that's number 4 of my abstract series. Hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned two more to come.

Number Two and Three

Yellow n Red
4 x 4 Acrylic on Canvas

Blue n Pink
4 x 4 Acrylic on Canvas

So here are number 2 and 3. Sorry the photo quality is poor, I'm not a photographer.

Red, Yellow and Green

Red, Yellow and Green
14 x 18, Acrylic on Canvas

New Painting.
I'm working on a series of painting similar to this. They consist of random doodles and geometric forms. So here is number one of six. Enjoy.

Sorry.. not really

So Im writing to apologize, about never posting on this. But I don't think anyone is reading it in the first place so I really don't feel that bad about it. Any way a new blog is posted enjoy.. Its crap.

Faux

the vastness of this darkness
devouring of souls
the torment
and agony of being alone
thoughts that flow..



like kisses from lovers lips
eyes closed so tight
that the truth may be concealed
lovers that i never truly loved
flowed through me,
like the ink in this pen
only leaving gaps
in the spaces
where you and i should be



but yet i find contentment
in my own torment
i smile
i laugh
no, this is no faux
reality is my actuality
this emptiness is mine
my heart has deceived
and been deceived
repetitively
i no longer trust it
nor my thoughts


i am now a drifter
like the breeze
slipping in and out
of reality
there are no drugs
to thank for this relapse
i've found a new addiction
and it doesn't leave a track
i get my fix from a love
a love that isn't real

Secrets

The other day I ventured to my favorite place to go when I am bored. Borders in the River Woods shopping center. And I stumbled upon a great find..

About two months ago a few of my friends and I decided we would give the future readers an extra secret . So if you look at the book, The Secret Lives Of Men And Women. You will find a few extra secrets. I guess we stared something because I discovered in the very same book a new secret as well.





So I being a big nerd, I had to take pictures of them..
Guess which secret is mine!

Filled With Colors

I went to Holi (The Festival of Colors)
It was amazing.. I was in awe of its beauty. Its funny, the pure joy you get by getting hit in the face with a handful of colored powder and dancing to music that you really don't know how to dance to.Sadly I had no clue what we were chanting,or what did the burning of the lady truly represented. The whole experience was awesome.. stepping out side of the typical "Utahan" norms (even though I felt engulfed by BYU students)and stepping into something so beautiful and cultural is so self rewarding. I am most defiantly going next year. But here are a few pictures from it.

The temple was Beautiful and filled with so many people

The colors blotted out the sky we were in a a huge pink cloud

We couldn't resist, Too funny yet very smart!

P.S. The colors still haven't faded out of my hair! So just a warning to bleach blonds who plan on attending next year, I suggest wearing a hat.

So who's coming with me next spring?

Untitled Works

Untiled
Acrylic and Gesso on Canvas


I can't ever seem to get things right or ever finished. My head never fully works that way. I have so many unfinished poems and paintings its insane.
Here is and unfinished crap poem..

Bit lips
Held tongues
Thoughts compressed
Words that don’t seem to express

Emptiness

Bright eyes
Open mind
Creativity composed
Thin lines on paper faded

Jaded



In limbo

From the Sketchbook

So I thought I'd let you peek into the depth of my mind...
My Sketchbook.

So here are a few random images from it..

Enjoy