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September 2014 – Craving Cheese
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Alicia N. Archunde's Blog Just the photos that organize my random thoughts. To Vomit the Undigestible. A Long, Long Summer Pt. I. New York, New York, what a wonderful town! New ideas forming…. Tyler School of Art. The Art, Thoughts, and Process of Zoe Sasson. A Long, Long Summer Pt. I. Hello My Dearest Bloggers,. Some of you might have been wondering, “Hey, what happened to Zoe? Was she swallowed up by Philadelphia never to return? Not the worst place to hitchhike, right? Who led the program this summer,...
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Tyler School of Art – Craving Cheese
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Alicia N. Archunde's Blog Just the photos that organize my random thoughts. To Vomit the Undigestible. A Long, Long Summer Pt. I. New York, New York, what a wonderful town! New ideas forming…. Tyler School of Art. The Art, Thoughts, and Process of Zoe Sasson. Tyler School of Art. I present to you all the revamp of my blog! I sure am. I know it’s been a while (approximately 3 years? But the reason I intend to start the blog NOW, more than ever, is because I am embarking on a very exciting new adventure.
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Looking Through the Puddle | Alicia N. Archunde's Blog
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Alicia N. Archunde's Blog. Just the photos that organize my random thoughts. Looking Through the Puddle. With my final Digital Photography assignment I was working on a couple of ideas that didn’t end up panning out. While back in Pont-Aven, I kept trying to find time to take pictures, but it was constantly raining. So I ceremoniously stood up in my studio and decided that the rain was going to work with my photos instead of being a nuisance. On December 2, 2009 at 8:13 am Leave a Comment. You are commen...
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Final Project Proposal for The Quest | Alicia N. Archunde's Blog
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Alicia N. Archunde's Blog. Just the photos that organize my random thoughts. Final Project Proposal for The Quest. I have created a stop motion animation that revolves around a story. A message trapped inside a bottle frees itself in order to fulfill its own ambitions. Coupled with a part of Claude Debussy’s. One day you finally knew. What you had to do, and began,. Though the voices around you. Their bad advice—. Though the whole house. And you felt the old tug. 8220;Mend my life! Though the wind pried.
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Listening to Crows | Alicia N. Archunde's Blog
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Alicia N. Archunde's Blog. Just the photos that organize my random thoughts. Characters that I often focus on in my artwork are birds. Since I was little, birds have been a fascination and envy of mine. While in Paris, I was able to see some shenanigans that the crows by the Eiffel Tower got up to. 8220;Stop it will you? I can’t give a proper, ‘You are doomed for eternity’ glare with you banging through the trash! I’m hungry. Oooh, potato chips! On November 18, 2009 at 11:50 am Leave a Comment.
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mammal | * / w o r d h o l e / *
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09/07/2013 at 4:26 pm · Filed under poems. Push you to talk. Are you living in. At the same time? Together. Where was. Your Death born my dear? Forget, a lonely mirror. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). No comments yet ». Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). The data...
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uncanny valley | * / w o r d h o l e / *
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02/11/2014 at 12:39 am · Filed under poems. The magic of the child is. That the child is magic,. There is no word for. To look at that is to know. You too are naming tired. Futures, to remember the. Envelope of birth and easy. A clever child tells you. A trick and the world becomes. Wrong again, adult, who wants. The inventive hand of craft. Cutting up the simple marsh. I want rounded eye smashes. And tulips, no room for fancy. Galoshes or parents. Tombs. Are prettier than math and. P A G E S /404/.
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A Long, Long Summer Pt. I – Craving Cheese
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Alicia N. Archunde's Blog Just the photos that organize my random thoughts. To Vomit the Undigestible. A Long, Long Summer Pt. I. New York, New York, what a wonderful town! New ideas forming…. Tyler School of Art. The Art, Thoughts, and Process of Zoe Sasson. A Long, Long Summer Pt. I. Hello My Dearest Bloggers,. Some of you might have been wondering, “Hey, what happened to Zoe? Was she swallowed up by Philadelphia never to return? Not the worst place to hitchhike, right? Who led the program this summer,...
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The very generic notion of survival | * / w o r d h o l e / *
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The very generic notion of survival. 10/12/2013 at 12:24 am · Filed under poems. My strategy for acquiring the personality required full immersion, both ontologically and shamefully. What are you going. To make it say? People perceive in compositions. They don’t perceive in individual trees. That’s the jelly. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). No comments yet ».
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a field of something | * / w o r d h o l e / *
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A field of something. 01/09/2014 at 4:26 pm · Filed under poems. My thinking smoke is directly above. My right and left nostril. The word loop feeds in a circle, a hazy chain of word chunks I see. Them stretch from ear to ear, one thought held and recycled. Thinking is back and forwards. Language comes through the parse And forced through the throat. Think. In one complete chain of cascades, layer and build and ramshackle spit. I said I say! I speak and then it. I am folding, my being arms are. When we w...
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