Happy New Year and All That

Happy 2012!  Going pretty swimmingly thus far.  My Angry Cat is neutered and will hopefully be less Angry.  My new health plan is going pretty well with the exception of the Sesame Chicken I will be snarfing down in a few seconds.

Okay, so. Artistic Anxiety. Blegh. Is there anything more tedious, frustrating or annoying? You can’t complain about it openly (not that that really helps), you’ll only be met with someone muttering “First world problems,” under their breath. And I concur! It is only with the invention of time away from working that people like me have the leisure to sit around and ponder their existential and artsy issues. Poor me, I’m not as good as I want to be. This is of course a problem solved by practicing. And practicing can be frustrating because it’s a reminder that you’re not as good as you are in your mind. If you never practice, nay, if you never do that thing at all, then you don’t have to worry about how not-good you are. Except that in the back of your brain, you know. And you will always know how you gave up. How you couldn’t withstand the process, you couldn’t tough out the long hours of repetitious drawing of hands or feet or whatever it is that you hated doing but knew you had to do to get better. So you must keep doing it. I will always have a difficult relationship with drawing hands and feet, but if I keep practicing it may turn into a fond remembrance of difficulty surmounted. One can hope.

That is all, back to Chinese food, boring my boyfriend to tears and drawing basic anatomy shit. Curses.

-C

Photoshoot Updates

Here's a link to my Picasa album for the "Gods" shoot.

One of the new photos:

-C

Another photo from the "Gods" shoot. Click to enlarge. 

-C

Because He's Fabulous

The second shoot, done with the lovely Aleksandr Petrov. "Because I'm Fabulous"

Note: I have a ton more to post from both these shoots, I just haven't had time to edit yet.

More after the jump!

New Camera!

Hello, hello! I have a lovely new Fujifilm Finepix s400 14MP Digital camera, courtesy of my amazing boyfriend (Early Christmas gift!). So I wasted no time in doing up myself and two of my model friends and shooting the crap out of them. This first shoot is titled "The Gods Aren't Angry, They're Bored." All photos Copyright Cara Brennan 2011. Ask for permission to post! But feel free to shamelessly promote me. The second model is the amazing and ethereal Amanda Elizabeth Sawyer.

More after the jump!

Inspired by football? Why, yes!

Wow, been a while! I return with a little piece inspired by my youngest brother's kickass football win against their big rival. They are now UNDEFEATED district champs, and just won their first play-off game.  I wasn't in the mood to write, but I had not written in weeks and was very frustrated with myself. So I literally sat down, wrote "write something write anything," and I guess some little brain gremlin was all like "OKAY FINE," and then wrote this. So maybe I should do that exercise more often.

The Sun Never Sets On Fridays

"Stadium lights shine in his eyes like the most sincere promise he's ever heard. His sweat glimmers as it trickles down his face, soaking him and giving him the appearance of some brave, salt-covered sailor, caught in a typhoon but emerging alive. He smells, but he doesn't care. His body has begun to remind him that it needs rest, but he does not listen. He will have time for cleaning and resting later. He will never have a moment like this again. He will never have another moment so pure and clear and beautiful.  The roar of his peers as they rush the field breeds one overwhelming howl of triumph as they sweep from the stands, onto the green and throw themselves onto their players; all hands clapping backs and arms hugging, oblivious to the sweat and grime of the turf.  And the noise. Oh, the noise.  It fills up every part of him; a glass of cold water.  It is approval and love and worship. It is holy, and he doesn't even believe in anything. He just believes in this, this cacophony; the riot of victory. He is swept away by the tide, and his own voice has joined in the cry.  He will never forget this.  He will never forget what it feels like to win."

-C

Bus Boredom

[Edit: Still working out some kinks in the color scheme with the text...ugh.]

New color scheme! Halloweeny, no? I love Halloween. It is the best. I don't know what to be this year. Better start brainstorming.

They will see me and know fear.

 Speaking of storms, here is a poem I typed on my phone while waiting for the bus in the rain yesterday.

The rains came

And I saw myself

The wind brought memories

Of what was and

What will be

Known to me

Soon when I find the strength

To look up

Done a little writing, mostly in transit. Here's another rain inspired one, composed while I was on the bus to DC to visit my family; Hurricane Irene was on its way there.

Quick dark clouds

Today my friend

See them running

Far above us?

Racing to destiny

Damp shiny hooves

Their winnies shattering

the afternoon sky

Sounds like God

Trying to tear

Open the Heavens

It almost makes

Me believe again

As I was typing it out just now I realized I had a 3 word structure in the first few lines, so I tweaked the rest of the poem to fit. Yay for experimentation!

First post since June, trying to discipline myself and write more frequently. 

-C