Gemma Smith Videogame withdrawals VS Tattoo Design

This is a two part blog posting, first focusing on Gemma Smith and the following will be Sharon Ep1c Live painter. Both of these girls have wicked unique style, and let what society would call flaws push them towards pursuing their art. Both are currently offering to share their art and it currently on sale. Continue reading for how you can contact these alternative artist to help bring their art into your life. I ask a series of question to both artist to analysis the simularities and common features between these two. They consisted of the basic ''who, what, when, where, and how.'' Gemma answered in point form, as she was working on a design for a tattoo. She refused to send me a digital format to respect the one who comissioned it, as it is to remain a truely unique piece.

I met Smith years ago, when I followed one of my college classmates during a visit. I was instantly charmed with her ability to fuck up any cell phone in her position and her love of videogames. It was obvious at first glance that her creative nature was waiting to explode out of her like the byle and dinner of underaged drinker. What I lacked knowledge was just how real her art was.

Before I continue this analysis of Smith's art I must warn the reader of my opinion, in hopes it prepares the individual of the content I am about to express: Gemma is a resourful chick who strives to express individuality using her creativity, and her obsessive attention to detail. Most of her portfolio so far was to express herself in constructively twisted and masochistic fashion. The word Masochist is even carved up on her back. Needless to say, I fell in love with her artistic style.

When I asked who inspires her art, she answered: ''There is no who.'' Smith expresses herself and her emotions, ''usually my rage and despair,'' and transmits this expression on paper. Her favorite piece is a painting of an eye she created ''a year or so ago.'' She used the most available resource she had, the kind that runs through her viens. If you don't believe me, see for yourself. On her blog she has posted portraits, one recently done of herself, in blood. The link will be provided for you at the end of this post.

Smith finds her productivity in her own environment, ''alone at home, hanging out with (her) cats,'' with the aid of some background noise. A piece is complete when she takes a look at it, and feels there is nothing missing to it. ''Im a bit of a perfectionist and have been known to start from scratch if im even the slightest bit discontented with the out come.'' No wonder she is getting commissioned for tattoo conceptual art.

When I asked Smith how she wishes her art fo affect people she answered that the only hope she had is to reveal beauty ''beyond imagination'' in the grotesque. ''I wish for them to see that no matter how hideous and disturbing the things inside your head can be, expressing them can be beautiful beyond imagination.''

Gemma Smith is currently expanding in her art, and he pieces are getting sold as you read this. She is available for commission, and was currently working on a tattoo piece at the time of the interview. I'm pretty sure she is done, so go check out the results following these links. Next post, read about Shanon and my comparison between her and Gemma's art.

https://www.facebook.com/#!/raging.insanity
http://psychotic-creations.blogspot.com/

Self-Injury Awareness Day: My Contribution

I write poetry in my spare time. Most of it is awful, and much unworthy of your attention. I decided to publish one, mostly to ease my presentation to a Youtube blogger. (I provided you a video.) The purpose was for this poem is for an awareness day on self-abuse. I know many people who self abuse themselves through different means. Sometimes they do drugs and drinking, others have meaningless sex, some ignore their physical health issues and allow it to get worst, and sometimes all three at once! Off the top of my head, I can think of a dozen people who fits this exact example, but honestly; I can't say the same for ''cutters.'' 

In my lifetime I have met some ''cutters.'' I can count these people on my hand. These people are some of the most beautiful, kind, and loving people I have ever met. All of them I can say are living productive lives, but perhaps not by society's stands. That why I wrote this. If society could just accept how these people chose to cope, I believe, it would be a start to helping them. Judging them only leads to more... cutting... 

If you're laughing right now... its probably because this is something that makes you uncomfortable, and you should deal with your issues as well. You know who you are, trolls :3 Thanks for reading!

Half way down a corridor,

Trusted guide takes us away;

Don't quite know yet what its for,

There is not much left to say.

Was it lack of direction;

or many paths unchosen?

Of Life styles and depression,

much of it left unspoken;

most done with good intentions.
It hurt me, but them also,

these awful inclinations.

Still, just a young naive doe;

passengers had dealt this blow.

And all I could do was watch,

the benign seed that they sow,
unaware but she still fought.

Now I walk, trusted guide;
but I need to know this: why?
Because of the scars I hide?
She answers with long a sigh.

Continue now, on this path;

and here she smiled bearing hope,

scars hid by a mango sash;

This will teach you how to cope.

Hope you like this xsullengirlx from Youtube. And by the way, though I have heard of the whole orange colour theme for this, I had no idea there was a whole day. Good luck with it all. Title the poem as you wish, I leave you with the right to use it as you want. I trust you know what to do with it! Hope you like it!  

Multi-tasking Blog-write: Update on ARA services

Unless you check out my profile you wouldn't know this but I'm a busy blogger. I'm writing for 3 of my own blogs and I just got invited to join Gemma's art blog. Currently I am editing a double-post article on alternative artist; you will learn more about her soon as well as Live Painter Sharon Epic. For now, check out Psychotic-Creations and the other blogs for more readings.

Is Gemma's latest blog on her art. I got invited but a picture is worth 1000 words, and I like to limit myself to half that much. Psychotic-Creations offers plently of eye candy, which is exactly the word I would describe Gemma's personal style. If you're into horror, tattoo art, and alternative chicks: you'd want to check this one out.
http://psychotic-creations.blogspot.com/

Another blog I'm trying to get off the ground is The Flavour of Cyanide. This blog is all about quitting smoking and how I just can't. I'm working on a video as an update about my recent expirement on cutting down by taking my formaldahyde outside. It's not going to well: I'm ashing all over my keyboard as I type this.
http://cyanideislove.blogspot.com/

One of my favourite things to write about is women. I love women, especially the strong ethnic kind. Timeless Hags has got to be my most successful blog as I just recieved my first follower. You should probably check his blog out too. He's been helping me with my spanish through his comments. Thanks again, Delavega.
http://oldhags.blogspot.com/

So while I take my time editing and ranting about the world, enjoy the links I have provided for you. Thanks for reading!

Valentines Day Special: Mrs. Avalanna Routh Bieber & AT/RT

Avalanna Routh's Valentines Day gift was a date in New York from her favourite pop-star, Justin Bieber. The 6 year old had a pretend wedding planned at the hospital during one of her visits. When asked how long she has love Bieber, she said about 7 to 8 years. I guess that means Mommy was a Bieber fan or Daddy loved to teabag (Halo style) the radio every time he heard that kid sing ''Baby, Baby, Baby Ooooooohhhh!''

Baby Routh was diagnosed in the fall of  2006 with Atypical teratoid/ rhadboid tumor, or AT/RT. After going through surgery, chemo-therapy, a stem cell transplant, and not to mention bi-monthly MRI's and other radiation treatment related visits to the hospital, this little girl has stolen Biebers attention for Valentines day, serving him some free publicity from new reporters and celebrity gossip blogs.

Bieber and his pretend wife styled each others hair and played candy land, but last fall her family members walked 5 miles to raise funds during the Jimmy Walker fund-rising marathon. Their account is no longer up for viewing, and who knows if they will be walking this year. For more information, check out my sources.

Article by Newburyport News
Atypical teratoid rhabdoid tumor Wikipedia Info

I was looking up websites in an attempt to retrieve medieval fantasy literature on Google Search this evening. Using the following words: ''game of throwns'' and ''read online,'' I found a website completely unrelated to my epic search. Scrolling down, avoiding the spam-filled, virus infested manifestation of faux fan blogs, I found myself reading blue underlined linked words causing my heart rate to elevate. I shouldn't have been trying to get something to read. I'm suppose to be protesting SOPA with not purchasing any media of any kind however... I love free shit!

Getting back to the matter at hand: I read Copy Right Millennium Act and the link following Google Search provided me was this crock of shit website. It explains why I can't read Game of Thrones online, and wants to provide people info on their rights. Whatever. So I can never search for this website on Google using its amazing technology of web crawler... I imagined it to be this amazing fan-made blog without spyware. Surely it must of been complete with the links taking me away, to a website where I can watch the episodes while I read the chapters they were based. This would allow me to re-watch that masturbation inducing media while comparing the literature that was its inspiration... but now I will never know the glory of the contents of that website. Google had no choice but to remove it...

Google only provided me with a website explaining what I can and cannot do via the internet. If I wanted to know about my rights online, I would of googled it. Instead I find myself ranting wasting minutes of my precious time.  

Korhal Photography

Last week I posted about the Bassix co-founders and their party planning business. The idea is genius. Personally, I no longer attend birthday parties. The next time I watch a grown adult blow candles off their cake while their guest snorts blow in the washrooms; I am taking a shit in their sink. Having said that, I have been to some amazingly entertaining birthday parties.

Worst than a individual in their late 20's, blowing fire off their cake, while Mr. Random places some free GHB in my drink is: horribly taken pictures of over a dozen women, looking worst than the strippers on St Cathrine. I doubt you want Grandma seeing how well your friends and you can dress on a Friday night. So for the love of god stop taking pictures of your friends! Daffy duck looks classier and she is not wearing anywhere from the waste down! This brings me to my next rave subject: Rave photographers.

People should seriously think of hiring one of these at their next party. They have the ability to make me look gorgeous or stupid, all depending if I share my drinks with them. That's right Antonino Mendina; I know what you're up to.

You never know what you will be taking a picture of at these parties. This is why they do it, and many offer a variety of services, sometimes for free.

Korhal Photography popped out of no where like the black mole on ball sacks, and the fear people presented was almost as dramatic as skin cancer. But Tyler is a profession. Famillar with the rave scene, he decided to be brave and bring his jewel to these events. With a camera soon to rival Mendina Photography, Tyler shares his photography and offers everyone the option of him deleting, posting, sharing, and retaking photos. And he loves it.

But Korhal has got competition. The newest photography crew, Dope Times, had released their photos on Facebook. Rave photographers are known for alienating few and bewitching hundreds. A posting on rave.ca has caught my attention, as well as Korhal. Photographers are people too, though some amateurs, I see beauty in all their photos. I encourage everyone to go up to the photographer in question before ranting about professionalism, and understanding why that person is doing it.

This is coming from someone who would glare at the red little dot next to the lens, ready to smash that piece of junk into bits. I was afraid of being photographed at my first raves. I asked Noah and Antonino not to. Antonino deleted, Noah kept trolling me. These are the two reactions you can expect from photographers.

Occupy: Oakland and You

I'm late in posting this, but here goes nothing. I honestly cannot help but admire Oakland's attempt in trying to make a difference. I was angry when I saw the videos and heard what the Mayor had to say. She said she was tired of Occupy using her town as a playground. If Oakland is anything like Montreal, the playground will continue; dispersed into a million little trashed apartments.

Its not Occupy who trashed them, but it is Occupy who will take over the trash apartments already being neglected by landlords and landowners. Everyone in the occupy movement recognised the neglect of tax payers and the working class. No one person can be blamed. Except for Harper, we can always blame the government: They're paid to neglect and focus their attention of those who can bring some girth to our economy.

Occupy isn't paid to do anything they do, yet their movement continues all over the world. How much longer until your teenager joins this movement? How much longer until the neglected citizens of this world decide that they have had enough of this benign neglect? How much longer until you get your shed broken into only to steal the camping material, or your house window broken just for the cigarettes and half eaten peanut butter jars in your pantry? In Canada, thousands of people cannot afford both food and shelter. Occupy Montreal was filled with students, drug users, parents, and people tired of being unemployed just because someone in Parliament decided people who work until they're 67 and those unable to prove their skills should just retire to a neglected home. All this just to have the tents thrown in the trash, and be told to move. So they moved.

These neglected homes, especially those of pensioned elderly, are being abused by Landowners, and ignored by people with the ability to actually do something. Teachers are paid to lecture, and sit at a desk. Their secretaries are being paid to put us on hold, while their asses get so large they must get the University to get a special chair. While this chair's arms swivel outwards to let their fat gluttonous bellies, the arms of the lower class get stronger. Their core strengthens are their spines weaken. Just like the daycare workings raising your kids.

In 2017, the non-negotiable plan of Harper and his goons will take place and our medicare, the pride of our Canadian Heritage will burn. I worry about the state of our nations and the fascist-democracy being supported. I have no children, though I dream of being a mother one day, and yet I choose to keep my uterus empty of the future soldiers of this broken economy.

The young adults of our generation cannot even stay long enough in one dwelling to receive information about where to vote. They do not believe our government is effective and have lost faith in over 300 years of political history our great great grandfathers have build for us.

Those who took bullets, whip lashings, and abused by people too ignorant to even bother speaking a language, because its too complicated. Those who went to war to send home their parents, brothers and sisters, wives; a check that could sustain their pains. Those who smoked cigarettes and drank Coke Cola.

This world isn't that different, except for the indifference my generation shows; an indifference to public art, property, and pain of people. My generation sends a message to the one previous, and it is a noble one: My problems aren't your problems, grandpa.

That is why we occupy. In reality, we all occupy this world and this protest was only to reflect the rot inside. The next time you think Occupy is a joke; imagine a meth user at your doorstep, ready to corrupt your grandchildren. Think about it the next time you suggest your kid has ADD, or something. That meth user is you, your teenager and your significant other. Those taking hydro-morphine are grandparents. Your government is tired of handing you drugs for your indifference. You occupy your dwelling, and can't come up with one answer to your problems. They occupy your old rotting dwelling, because they have no place else to go. And please don't even suggest the homeless shelters; they're full and those who can't get in go to jail.

You're no different then those who marched on Oakland, dear tax-paying-working class. You're just more fucked. Thank you for reading. For more information on the Oakland situation, please click the link provided.