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Super Official Business Card
Super Official Business Card. Monday, November 15, 2010. I've struggled with such concern over how to be a "real" artist.how to I get a website, a business card, et cetera. Always hoping that the answer to these questions will finally make me whole. Now I'm discovering a more spontaneous, free creative process. I'm working to break out of my self-imposed perfectionism and give myself license to create without simultaneously analyzing and projecting. This is me learning to live. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Contemplations From a Novelty Store
Contemplations From a Novelty Store. Monday, January 17, 2011. Written while I was at work in a novelty store in Jacksonville, FL. I was working there full-time while on medical leave from Brown University and later transferred to Cornell College.]. She wants something more. Thinking to herself something enters her mind and the glitch catches it stops. Her movie entrance. Not her. She sits her minds eye enters slow motion. I hope you dream on. I show him the oils and the lotions, the kits and toys. W...
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You're Sounding Crazy
Friday, February 4, 2011. 8220;you’re sounding crazy”. Words over a phone. Words finding a home in my ear. A place in my mind. Yet what they can’t find’s understanding. They’re just hopelessly landing on deaf ears. Deaf ears which can only hear the manic voice of my mind. And I close my eyes trying to stop it. But you can’t stop what’s in you. Cause I can’t believe this beast is a part of me. If it is, then I’m done for. It’s going to claw it’s way out of me. Just tear a hole in me. Speak into my phone.
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Disgruntled Poet
Tuesday, February 8, 2011. As if from my heart. This dribble was streaming. Into my life force. Is what you expect. But I have no remorse,. To tell you flat out. Like no other would. Is simply no good. It is just ink. On paper. That’s all. Is this poetry thing. And here you thought. Now that you know. This is not what you sought. I think that poetry. Age 15]; [11-19-99]. Posted by Emily Moran Barwick. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Current MFA candidate in Sculpture. At the University of Iowa.
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conversations she bellydown in the grass...
Conversations she bellydown in the grass. He bellyup towards the sky. Tuesday, February 8, 2011. What creates pain he asked. She said uncertain biting her lip eyes rolling up. Pinching his arm he says Nerves? We come down to nerves and synapses firing axons and. Dendrites our lives are in their hands he says. She bites her lip eyes rolling toward him it’s a. Stupid question she says. What creates happiness she asked. Not nerves he said for sure not nerves this time. Pinching his arm eyes rolling up to her.
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Guess That Number!!!!!
Monday, November 29, 2010. Scroll to the end for the results! I spent the last five months in treatment in Tampa, FL for being an obsessive compulsive bulimic food addict. Over the summer, prior to treatment, I was working on my HotCommodities. Pieces, intending to show them in September in a group exhibition. June 14th, however, I was admitting myself to a residential treatment program. Thus, I created "Guess That Number! In this piece, I ask participants to guess three different numbers regarding the s...
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Hailey Minder, Revisited
Hailey Minder, Revisited. Friday, October 15, 2010. Written for a Fiction Writing class my Sophmore year in college]. I’m trying to capture myself. I’m not sure when I first got away. I just know that I’ve been gone quiet some time. Monotony crept into our relationship, as monotony is wont to do. We said our goodbyes. We broke up. I didn’t think much of it. I doubt he did. We both just knew that this was what kids did. I just figured that was it. Little by little I’ve fallen away from myself. P...When I ...
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Hot Commodities
Monday, November 29, 2010. These arose from work over the summer with the sex toy cast directly from legendary porn star John Holmes. John Holmes was extremely prevalent in the 1970's porn scene and was most well known for his extraordinarily large penis. I also am interested in ideas of ownership. That a company has the rights to someones body part, especially something as personal and intimate as genitalia (other male and female porn stars also have direct cast toys and even full-size "love dolls").
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I Know the Feeling
I Know the Feeling. Tuesday, January 4, 2011. 30x30, journal entries, writings, thread, pins, marker, crayon). Click on a photo to see it larger. Photo by Angela Regas. Photo by Angela Regas. Photo by Angela Regas. This is the first of what I'm intending to be a series. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Current MFA candidate in Sculpture. At the University of Iowa. Http:/ www.facebook.com/emily.m.barwick. View my complete profile. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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I'm Fine
Friday, February 11, 2011. Finding the correct word’s impossible. Should I say I’m ok? Should I say it’s all good? Tell me what can I what should I what do I say? How do I pay respect to my own feelings. Without sending myself reeling away in surprise? This is all melodrama. This is all fabricated trauma. Can I assume no one else means something behind their “fine”. How can I whine and pretend I’m alone? My whole life has shown me. That life isn’t easy. And others do know that. Others do all this too.
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Journey to Jaipur: Snapshots from India
Journey to Jaipur: Snapshots from India. Tuesday, January 18, 2011. I was asked to write about my experience studying abroad in India the Fall semester of my junior year of college for my high-school alumni magazine. I did end up returning to India that Summer for an internship]. Waiting for my baggage, I lift my gaze for the first time since leaving the plane. The first thing I register is: color. The women are dressed in the most colorful saris. One by one, the students on my trip gather their baggage&...
