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Longings of a Bible school student

September 29, 2008

Many of my drawings were from my time at Bible school.  As a student, there were certain things that I longed for, perhaps subconsciously.  These subconscious wants occasionally showed up in my drawings.

As a student, I was not allowed to have a television in my room.  On this day, I apparently wanted to watch Lassie or some other show involving a badly drawn boy and his unrecognizable dog-like animal.  However, not being able to watch TV for two years has caused me to forgo almost all television altogether (except Lost, The Office and 30 Rock).  This leaves me with much more time being productive…writing blog entries about my horrendous drawings.

In this, I am expressing an unknown desire to down scribbly martinis.  I say this is an unknown desire because I hate the taste of pretty much all alcoholic beverages and would never actually pay for or drink a martini.  I also dislike olives.

And, here, I am obviously longing for ice cream.  Ice cream wasn’t prohibited at my school (I’m not a cult member…yeesh); I was just too poor to buy it.

Hungry for learning…or pie

September 25, 2008

There was a time when I went to school from 8am to 12pm. Basically, I feel sorry for anyone who teaches a class ending at 12pm, because you know every student is thinking less about math figures and more about what they’re going to stuff in their gullet as soon as they’re dismissed.

This was obviously the case for me one fine winter day. The following is a sample of one page of notes, which we shall dissect further following initial observation.

Clearly, I was being starved in such an inhumane fashion that even weird, squiggly balls of fluff (dust bunnies? broccoli?) looked appetizing enough to be served alongside cake and pie.

First of all, this is lasagna. Yes, lasagna. “Who draws lasagna?” one may ask. Probably a girl who spent a lot of money, time, effort and emotion to pull together a fabulous lasagna dinner only to have it criticized and picked apart. Or, you know, maybe just some weird chick. Whatever.

What I really do wonder, though, is when I drew this. Was it before the dinner, in anticipation of the big event? Or was I drawing after the dinner as some sort of consolation or therapy?

French bread goes with lasagna. That’s pretty much a fact. The French bread I made was stuffed with garlic and cheese and amazing spices and was so good, I’m getting hungry right now thinking about it.

This pie (which I have never in my life made properly) appears to be bending in a concave fashion from the bottom, which I find amusing. Also, I think the crust is actually a cleverly disguised bowling ball.

Mmmm…cake.

“What is that?” you might shout, pounding your fists in frustration. “It doesn’t look like anything edible…or inedible! What kind of artist are you?”

I’ll tell you what kind of artist I am. I am the kind of artist who deviates from the norm and, instead of drawing a traditional doughnut, draws a crueller that has been beaten in on all sides with a screwdriver. That’s the kind of artist I am.