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Business Plan Idea

Just in case everyone doesn't know about my new blog, I'm sharing this message!! Thanks for any input! :D

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DRAW 100 Projects

Line drawing

Start

Finish

Additive - Graphite on paper

Midway

Finish

Subtractive - Graphite on Bristol

Midway

Finished - a little fuzzy (sorry!!)

SCAD projects

Here's some pix of things I've been doing at SCAD...just to prove I do have a few creative bones in my body!! (Even if they don't all seem to work properly!)

Motif Design - Ink on Illustration Board

Drawing I - Line drawing - Graphite on paper

Additive Graphite on paper

SCAD

Well, I'm down here in GA! SCAD is amazing, as I would have hoped, however I just got an email from the lovely FAFSA people saying that since I already have a degree, two actually, that I no longer qualify for federal aid...that includes loans. SOO, now, after having moved my entire life to GA - mom, dogs, and all - I will not be able to go to school anymore because there is NO way I can pay for it. 
In addition to that lovely piece of news I also cannot find a job. The most valid reason for that is because the the aforementioned degrees and my having only applied to retail jobs that monkeys could do. Obviously I do not consider myself overqualified for the job since I, being of a sound mind, APPLIED FOR THE JOB! The ones I would consider to be beneath me I have not yet applied for, but am now am thinking about (to the detriment of my sanity). 
Lastly, my baby girl, Kassidy, is on her last leg. (NOT literally, for those of you who know that she's been licking at one of them for a few years now.) For the past week she's hardly been able to keep her food down, and she's been lethargic. We've had to make her go outside, and then down the stairs. She has a hard time getting and waking up. She's also listing her head to one side and bumping into things. We are at our wit's end trying to help her and figure out whats wrong. We've tried splitting her food up and giving her a little at a time throughout the day; yesterday it didn't work so well, but so far so good today! The last thing I need to think about with everything else that's going on is having to put my dog down for her own good...I can barely even type it, let alone say it aloud or do it. 
If anyone is actually reading this, I'm sorry for assailing your eyes and mind with such whinnery, but please keep me in your thoughts. W(h)ine cannot be my sole source of comfort! 

Lock Down on ECU Campus 11-16

OK, so my day started out like any other, for the most part. I got up early to work on a paper that I ended up deciding I'll just turn in late, then I find out that my degree isn't going to work out with a minor and a major in the same field of study...and then, right after I print out my transcripts to get my degree mess worked out, there's a mass text message sent out that there's a gunman on campus and that we're all on lock down. 
Fast forward to 2 hours later, still locked in the English office. There's about 50 students/faculty/staff in the office with me, there is no food, and there is regulated group trips to the bathroom. We have NO NEWS about what's happening outside, and we have not been told that we can go, therefore the gunman is still on the loose. The only thing we hear is rumors we hear on Fb and what we've been able to see online, which are not reliable sources, and the info keeps changing every few mins. 
I have read that: a white boy in a cowboy hat had a gun somewhere on 5th street and was seen walking near campus, he has 2 hostages in Rivers Building, he has a bus held hostage down town, and that he's carrying an AK-47 or some other kind of assault riffle. Almost ALL of those things have been confirmed, and confirmed as rumors, SO we have no idea what's really happening.
Hopefully more to come later! (And hopefully food to come soon!!)

My SCAD portfolio

A Bug

Barrel Room

Bath Waters

Broken Down Piano

Bug's View - Stonehenge

Fairy Tales

Irony

LaCock Church

Live Life or Die

Lonely in the Park

My Toy Plane

Pensive

Savannah's Palm

Separation between Life and Work

St. Brides Church

The Barn

The Stairwell

This Place of Power

Top of the World

Tracks

SCAD update

I have finally submitted ALL of my stuff for my grad school application to SCAD!! For those of you who don't know, SCAD is Savannah College of Art and Design. It is one of the most prestigious art institutions in the world. I will hopefully be studying photography there starting in March 2012. I also hope to study some cinematography, because you all know how much I LOVE movies, and mixing photography and movies would be AWESOME!!! :D Also, je parle francais et il y a un campus de SCAD en France!!!  
So now that I have submitted everything, I just have to wait for them to make their decision. JUST isn't the right word since I have no idea where I will live if I don't get in, and I will have applied to no where else. BUT most grad school will only let students start in the fall, so I'll still have until Feb to apply to other school. SCAD is just my top choice. Hopefully none of that will have to happen because my awesomeness will stupify the admissions board and they will have no choice but to accept me to their program and give me a full scholarship!! Here's to wishful thinking!!   

For class: Response to Dulcitius by Hrotsvitha

As most of you know, I am not a religious person. One of the major reasons for this is that conventionalized religion was invented by man, and only spread because the leaders of certain countries couldn't govern their people properly so they adopted a religious belief that would make the people govern themselves.

With those thoughts in mind, I have read Dulcitius. This is a play to be performed in church. As such, it screams moral guidelines, and overly values and promotes purity and virginity. The “miracles” that this play encompasses present a false security; that God will watch out for those who are pure and obedient, which, as most people know, is not the case. As the saying goes “bad things happen to good people.” This play is an unrealistic attempt to get an illiterate audience to understand that they need to be good, and keep their daughters virgins. What this play also does is show that if you follow your physical desires you will be punished. Dulcitius tries to molest the girls, even though he doesn’t, he is still humiliated and beaten. This tells the illiterate audience that if you try to do something bad, you will not be able to do the deed and you will be punished after you fail; a very negative message against following your natural instincts. (*Disclaimer: I am NOT condoning molestation, simply making a point using the play’s events)

I do not believe that people should be force-fed morals. For the most part, you have them or you don’t. Very few people don’t know the difference between right and wrong; those who don’t or don’t care are psychopaths, and need psychiatric attention. If you live your life in a compassionate and generally respectful way, you are a good person and will be treated thusly. However, if you are a bad person and do not treat others well, or take advantage of others, you will not have a healthy or quality life, and that is punishment enough. 

Officially the Worst Blogger EVER!!

That's it, I take the cake. Maybe it's because I'm busy, or maybe I just don't care that much, but I never can seem to remember that I need to update my blog...for all 3 of my avid followers. 
Update:
* I still need to apply to SCAD to get my MFA in Photography
* (PLUS) My new life goal is to go to SCAD and become a famous Cinematographer
* I hope to get into the study abroad at the France campus in La Coste Fr
* My sister and I might be renting to own a 5 bedroom 2 bath house in Savannah (if our trip goes well this weekend, that'll be it's own blog, it's a major fixer-uper!)
* It's looking like this site may become geared more towards my photography then my plays, but I hope to be able to continue to work on both


That's about all I've got for now, I should hopefully remember to post something up here after my trip this weekend, and if I can figure out how, I could post some pix! :D Thanks for reading, if you are...

A Challenge

My teacher this morning in class said that everything is a melodrama unless it is a comedy, no exceptions. I would now like to take it upon myself to write a tragedy. Being as I am a naturally humerous person, this should prove difficult, but I am competitive by nature, and will relish this opportunity. That is all.

New News

So, I totally fail at blogging.
With that said, I'm not putting in an update for what's been going on.
* I graduate in December, so I have major senioritis right now
* I have decided to study photography at SCAD in Savannah GA after graduating.
* I still plan to write my plays, and hopefully have them published or performed while in school for photography, I just want to have experience and knowledge in both areas since I love them both, and would like them both to be a major part of my life. (I may even start a blog for my pix!)
* I am in the process of finishing a few of the plays I've started already, and will therefore be needing lots of feed back. (I will still be applying to grad school for playwriting incase this photography/art school thing doesn't pan out...)
* I have a midterm to study for now that's in 3 hours, so this is all for now, hopefuly I'll be back on later and have some more stuff to put up!

It's been a while...

It's been a while since I've posted anything. So, I'm posting something! It's been sort of crazy these past couple weeks. I've been rolling over some more ideas in my head and just need to spit them out on here. (Sorry)
 I found a college that has a Ph. D program in Youth Theatre! I thought that was really cool, so I may one day be a doctor! Dr. Ange. OK, that sounds sort of funny. But I may just go by Dr. Tats...for all my tattoos, bring attention to my oddness.
I also have a few new ideas for some new plays. I'm toying with the idea of doing something on sexual health. (You ALL know that teens in high school either are or are thinking about having sex.) This is a very important issue that can sometimes be hard for teens to take from adults who "have no idea what they're going through." So, I think it would make a great topic for a YA play. It would be easier to convey that sort of thing through theatre and kids their same age.
I've also been writing some shorts based on improve lines given during one of my classes. I plan on typing these up and e-mailing them to a theare group here on campus and having them hopefully performed on campus. In addition to those i'm also sending in my 10 min. play and possibly the 1 Act I wrote last year that is just too long to put up on here!
I also have a commissioned work that I've been asked by a friend to do, I'm still trying to figure out how this one is going to work, but it's for his book, and he has asked me to write a skit out of it to use as a type of advertisement.  
I believe that is all for now, and I will keep you all posted as to when and where performances may be! Thanks for reading!

New Idea and Upcoming Stuff

I know this Ancient Gods still existing and stuff today business has been done before, thanks Rick Riordan, but I had an idea for a stage version of something like it. Like having muses as the chorus and having it set in modern times. Educational, fun, and fantasy all at the same time. If none of you have read the Riordan series' yet do so, they are awesome! (If you're totally unfamiliar, or live under a rock) His series include the Persy Jackson Series, Red Pyramid (The Kane Chronicles), and his newest one called Lost Hero, which is sort of a sister series to Persy Jackson...I've only read bits of the Lost Hero but I loved it!!

In other news I just was offterd my first commissioned work. A friend of mine, and follower of this blog, just had a book come out on the Nook, and he has asked me to write a scene from it for the stage to spread the word. I have agreed and will hopefull start of that this weekend. Thanks Rob for your faith! :D That is all for now...keep in touch!

Just a random thought

I have decided that I am not going to follow conventional methods of writing. I don't want people to be able to tell right off what I'm getting at. I want to shock and surprise people. I would love, more than anything else to change the lives of the people who see, read, or perform my work. I want for people to be able to identify with what I write on a deeper level than anything they've ever been able to connect with before. I want to be the silent partner in a life long kinship that helps people who are lost find their way through life. I want my words to be the friend that won't let someone down when they need them most, and that will comfort them no matter what their problem is, or where they are in their life, now matter how old they are or what their sex or sexual orientation is. No one should be left alone in order to fend for themselves in this life, and it shouldn't be expected. No one has all the answers, but at the same time no one should look up to or depend on someone or something so much that they forget to depend on themselves. I just had to put that down, I hate getting too deep and talking in circles. I'm going to just leave it at that.

A 10min play

Goodbye Daddy

Scene: A girl, mid-20’s, with her long time boyfriend is standing outside her father’s hospital room. Her father is about to die and is hooked up to life aiding machines. Lighting should be very minimal, possibly low lighting over the bed, and having some brighter light everywhere else. A partition can separate the room from the hallway, the hallway should have chairs and a stool with magazines, maybe a nurses station almost off stage.  

Boyfriend

You know you don’t have to do this. You can just let him go in peace.

Girl

I know, but I have to. I have to tell him some things. (Pause) Even if it is too late for it to change anything.

Boyfriend

OK. I’ll be right here if you need me.

Girl (stalling)

Thank you for coming with me, it means a lot. You never even met him.

Boyfriend

Don’t worry about it, just tell him what you need to. I’ll be right here when you’re done.

(They embrace, she enters the room, looks at her father for a little while, turns back to her boyfriend, he signals for her to go on.)

Girl

(She clears her throat) Dad? (Pause) Dad, I have to tell you something whether you can hear me or not. (Pause) I still hate you Dad. I hate who you are, and the way you are, or were. I hate what you did to mom and me. And mostly I hate you because you never thought you did anything wrong. Or at least you didn’t remember you’d done anything.

(A nurse comes in, she stops talking. The nurse is checking his vitals. She is trying to be cheerful.)

Nurse

Are you his daughter?

                                                                        (No response)

You’re the first person, I’ve seen, to visit him. I was beginning to think he was all alone.

                                                                        (No response)

I didn’t think he was old enough to be all alone just yet, I knew he just had to have some family out there that cared about him.

Girl

Yeah I guess that would be me then. I am his daughter, but I can’t say that there is anyone out there who cares about him.

Nurse

                                                                        (Awkwardly)

Oh, I see. Well then, I’ll just leave you to your…um, with your…I’ll just be leaving now.

                                                                        (The girl nods, and the nurse exits.)

Girl

How could you have been so stupid? We all knew you had a problem. And we tried to help you, but you wouldn’t let us. And now you’re lying here dying! You never cared if you knew me or not, but I did! Dad, I cared about knowing you. It’s an important thing for a girl to know her father. I mean, you’re supposed to care about your little girl right? (Pause) Do you even know, or care, that I’m in college now? I make good grades too.

                                                                        (She turns and looks at her boyfriend again.)

I met a guy. He’s a Com. Major. He’s a really good guy, nothing like you. You should be proud. I really think we could go somewhere. And you know what? You’ve never even met him, never even knew he existed. And now you’re not even going to be around to ignore me anymore. (Pause) I really would have liked the chance to get to know you. The real you. Not the depraved asshole who would only be home on the weekend, and even then you’d be drunk. Only to leave Monday mornings and send her flowers and chocolates.

                                                                        (She stops, catches her breath, looking down.)

You know I don’t even know when your birthday is? And we never celebrate Father’s Day either. I think that ones in the summer, I’ve seen the commercials on TV. (Pause) Do you remember anything? Remember when I broke my arm in third grade, and mom had to call you to bring her car back home so she could drive me to the doctors? And you were so pissed because you had to leave the poker game early. Did you know that the summer mom finally called the ambulance for that I had lost my virginity and I was in the middle of a pregnancy scare? Did you even know I had been seeing anyone?!

(She begins sobbing, her boyfriend sees this, and comes into the room, he comforts her as she cries. The nurse sticks her head in to check on things, looks questioningly at the boyfriend, he nods, the nurse leaves.) 

Girl

(Wiping her eyes) I’m OK now, thanks.

Boyfriend

Are you sure, do you want to leave now?

Girl

No, I have one more thing to say, OK?

Boyfriend

That’s fine. I’ll be right outside.

                                                                        (She nods, he leaves the room)

Girl

I just wanted to tell you…I used to love you. I remember sitting at the front door to watch you leave, and just wait for when you’d wave your arm out the window at us. The way you used to dance al crazy, and play the music so loud I would come out of my room to watch you dance around. And that one time you tried to teach me to play spoons! I never did catch on to that art. I cared so much what you thought of me. I thought that if I was good, and if I’d get better that you would stop being mean to mom and you’d get better for us. All I wanted was for you to notice me and love me. I think you used to once. You must have. Now I’m all grown and we know nothing about each other, and it’s too late. I don’t think I will ever be able to forgive you for what you’ve done. I never got to have a daddy like all the other kids; I had the father who was never there when it mattered and was drunk when it didn’t. (Pause) I just wanted to tell you that I turned out OK, in spite of you. You had nothing to do with the way I turned out. After I leave here today, and after you’re gone, I will never think of you again. I have said what I needed to say to you, and now I’m done. The part of my life that you affected is now over, and I can start again, fresh and without having to worry about what you would think of me because you’ll be gone.

(She turns to leave, he raises his hand toward her, but it drops. At the door she turns to look at him)

Good-bye Daddy.

(She exits the room, the boyfriend joins her, she exits in his arms, the father raises his arm out again, it drops off the bed. The nurse re-enters, checking his papers, puts his arm back on the bed and tucks him in.)

Nurse

She seems like a really nice girl. And that boy she’s with is a good looking boy, too.

                                                                        (No response)

She must have been a handful growing up. I’ve heard girls are what every father wishes for. You must be very proud.

(No response.)

Nurse

Well I’ll just leave you to your thoughts then.

(The nurse considers him a moment then exits. Lights come up more on the bed, the father is shaking as if crying, lights fade to black.)

My first Blog post

This is my first time blogging. I hope to recieve great feedback and support for my cause. I hope to be able to keep this site updated at least bi-weekly with new works, and hopefully daily with random quotes or issues I find interesting that deal with my topic of interest. Thank you for showing intrest in my works, and I look forward to trying to enrich your lives with my writting and insites.

~Candice Leigh