Saturday, October 31, 2009

Halloween ideas

With Halloween upon us, I've been trying to think of some fantastic last minute ideas for a costume. I'm willing to put some time into it, and I've scrounged up a few really awesome tutorials.

So this guy's series of tutorials is pretty amazing. He did everything from the 7 deadly sins, to a broken doll, to Heatherette 24-hour party people, to the unzipped look! I wish this would look as sweet on me, but I have a feeling the glasses will take away from the look.... :D



Then I found this video with the full costume tutorial from Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. As always, the Mad Hatter is a favorite character of mine, but all of the store bought hats always looked so cheesy... This video was so inspiring for something that looks a little more authentic. One just has to excuse the creator's terrible acting skills... And maybe take a make up lesson from the guy above. But the costume is AMAZING!!!! :D



So part of me wants to go the more beautiful and delicate route. I found this mermaid makeup tutorial (this is the 4th part, but I thought it would be best to see how she did the scales.. So cool!

Monday, October 26, 2009

Photography and jumbled thoughts

This town is sucking me in. I love it. I haven't been able to sit down and do as much art as I want, but I've been thinking about setting up my easel in my room to paint. It's a medium I've never been great at, and I could use the challenge.
I'm still inspired, everything around me warms that need for beauty in life. I still wish my life were a musical, but that's such a silly desire. So instead, I sit and listen to Moby's "Alone." Something about the ambient melody repeating for 10 minutes, with no words, is soothing to my jumbled brain. Maybe it's a serenity I can pretend to have...
The best music to me is what my friends play. I have a few friends who are local musicians, and a few more that are still budding. This night, a close friend tried his hand on stage, and rocked it. It was more about overcoming his nervous ways, and knowing that his love for the music was way more important than what everyone else thought. I was irritated a bit though, because this friend looked looked to another companion of ours for inspiration, guidance, and courage. All said companion had to comment about this show was "nice guitar." Only because it was his.


Actions speak louder than words, but words echo

I wonder if I wrote a book, would anyone ever read it? I think it would be a book about love. But in my case, it would be a tragic comedy. I guess more of a comedy. Maybe I would call it "Confessions of a Heartbreaker." I think so much of it would have to come from real life, I would never be able to reveal those who would star in it. Mostly because most of them have no idea how I really feel about their impressions left on me.