6/30/09
6/21/09
Iran: I tried to find words.
I can't describe my emotions in relation to the happenings in Iran other than to say that I sat on my couch and wept this morning. It is just a reality as I sit on my comfortable couch in a land that has raised me in comfort, fed me comfort and now sells me comfort that we are living in an age, in every part of the world, that is apart from how we were created to be. The Iranian people were not created by God to struggle like this, to be shot down in the streets as they peacefully protest. I was not created to be apathetic and buy all the commercialism that I am fed on a day-to-day basis. We were not created to eat garbage. We were not created to know hate. We were not created to know death. We were not created to know an unloving ruler. We were not created to be a nameless number in a sea of nameless numbers. We were created to live in harmony, eternally with a Father-King who knew us personally.
Maybe this is hitting me so heavily because I have been thinking on Heaven a lot lately. I have been longing for Heaven A LOT lately.
It is Father's day and my father's side of the family is Assyrian Persian which translates to Iranian these days. We have family in Iran that I do not know and will probably never know but when I see women being shot in the face it makes me realize that I don't have to be a blood relation to someone to know that she is my sister and she should not be pulverized by a fascist regime's militia as she PEACEFULLY protests with peace signs and tape over her mouth. She was created by the same Father that I was created by and because of that she has more value than humanity likes to allot her.
This girl's name was Neda Salehi.
People are being shot in the streets. These people don't have guns or knives. They defend themselves by running or by throwing rocks while police shoot them down.
Maybe this is hitting me so heavily because I have been thinking on Heaven a lot lately. I have been longing for Heaven A LOT lately.
It is Father's day and my father's side of the family is Assyrian Persian which translates to Iranian these days. We have family in Iran that I do not know and will probably never know but when I see women being shot in the face it makes me realize that I don't have to be a blood relation to someone to know that she is my sister and she should not be pulverized by a fascist regime's militia as she PEACEFULLY protests with peace signs and tape over her mouth. She was created by the same Father that I was created by and because of that she has more value than humanity likes to allot her.
This girl's name was Neda Salehi.
People are being shot in the streets. These people don't have guns or knives. They defend themselves by running or by throwing rocks while police shoot them down.
6/18/09
Art and anxiety attacks...
I started a new Bible study book about Heaven. Within the first chapter it floored me. Awesome.
Earlier tonight I had a really frightening experience. My heart felt like it was racing, to the point I thought I would faint. My friend Katee was over and she immediately called her boyfriend, who is an EMT and is in school to be an RN. He instructed me to take my pulse. It was really low but my heart beat kept switching from going extremely fast to frighteningly slow. He asked me about what I had been doing during the day and then told me he thought that I was having an anxiety attack, most likely due to stress. I still feel kind of wobbly but I am going to go to bed in a moment.
I began a painting tonight. I challenged myself to using one brush and one paint color. I almost succeeded. I used one brush and my finger and I used only blue except for ONE dot of red. I don't really love it but I did it. I will probably paint over it like I do with most of my work. I have realized that I haven't posted any of my work that I am actually proud of on here so I will post a couple (The photos were taken with my webcam so forgive the quality).
A portrait of my friend Kim:
A self-portrait for portfolio:
Earlier tonight I had a really frightening experience. My heart felt like it was racing, to the point I thought I would faint. My friend Katee was over and she immediately called her boyfriend, who is an EMT and is in school to be an RN. He instructed me to take my pulse. It was really low but my heart beat kept switching from going extremely fast to frighteningly slow. He asked me about what I had been doing during the day and then told me he thought that I was having an anxiety attack, most likely due to stress. I still feel kind of wobbly but I am going to go to bed in a moment.
I began a painting tonight. I challenged myself to using one brush and one paint color. I almost succeeded. I used one brush and my finger and I used only blue except for ONE dot of red. I don't really love it but I did it. I will probably paint over it like I do with most of my work. I have realized that I haven't posted any of my work that I am actually proud of on here so I will post a couple (The photos were taken with my webcam so forgive the quality).
A portrait of my friend Kim:
A self-portrait for portfolio:
6/11/09
Tinted Windows
Today Katee and I went to the AT&T studio to see a stripped down performance by Tinted Windows. The band consists of Taylor Hanson on vocals (Hanson), James Iha on guitar (Smashing Pumpkins, A Perfect Circle), Adam Schlesinger on rhythm guitar (Fountains Of Wayne) and Bun E. Carlos on drums (Cheap Trick). There were no drums because it was supposed to be acoustic. The band insisted on playing electric though because apparently their songs don't translate acoustically. There were only 21 people at the performance and I was super tired so it was an extremely surreal experience. Afterward we got to talk to the band a little and take pictures. I felt like I was 15 but I got to talk to James Iha about his hair and the process he goes through to get it to that color and how painful it is. It was pretty rad. To watch the performance click HERE. So yeah. Here are a couple of low quality pictures from it.
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