adellebee
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100 Mile Town
So many things to think about, / Not too many to talk about / Some things are better kept locked
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Apr 25, 2013
11 years
I thought this was over / I never think to bring it up / I buried it down sealed the coffin and tied it up
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Jul 2, 2019
5 Christmas's
You cut me down, / I cut you out, / Skipped town,
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Jul 10, 2014
Adelle
Go to bed Adelle / It's 20 to 4, in the morning Adelle / Smoke this cigarette, Adelle
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May 2, 2016
A Different Voice
Sometimes I think that my depression fuelled my creativity. / And now that the dark times don’t need the help of bottles, / I cant help thinking that I running on empty, and I got nothing left to say.
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Jul 5, 2019
All The Time
Sometimes, / Sometimes, is a good thing / Some things don’t work out
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Jun 3, 2013
Another Toothpick
Golf clubs for fists / And hockey sticks for machetes / In this world, anything will print you for the records
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May 31, 2012
A Puzzling Past (A Bunch of Cheese)
Invisible tears streaming down my face / These tears that you can not see, / It’s almost as if they were not there to begin with
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Nov 27, 2012
Artist Statement – Apartment
Coming to the final project and final Artist Statement of my days at Emily Carr University. I am more confused about Art, and what makes Art, Art. I have tried different things, some better than others, some worse. I have used different formats, different film sizes and different subject matters and focal points. However, The last ideas that I have shared have not gone over as happily as I would have liked. So, yet again, I find myself changing my project to please my peers and faculty. While doing so, I have lost why I fell in love with photography in the first place. Forgot all about my photography award in High School. Forgot about taking pictures of everything I see. I did that for me, and now it feels like Art has become some kind of popularity contest of who is more abstract and charged, something we’ve never seen before. But I feel everything is already been done, in one way or another. / With sharing this, I do not feel, I can even remotely come up with something completely new and have some philosophical subjective interpretation of whether a picture of a leaf is just a leaf, or a tiny glimpse of global warming, or a sign that fall has once again, fell. To quote Andy Warhol, “Art is what is what you can get away with”. Has art really become, whatever we can bull **** our way through? / I feel completely drained of any creative ideas or thoughts. So I have decided to do something for me. I have taken pictures of different places or things in my apartment. In black and white, with 120 film on RC paper. They are on 11x14-sized paper. I decided that photography was once a way to keep all the moments of my life kept, safe and documented. And this is what I plan to do. Document the place where I have been banging my head up and down the 4 walls of this space, trying to come up with something magical. Instead, I took a more literal route, and focused on the space I was in, trying to not create something for an institution and something for my personal archives. I think we as artists, and as individuals can all take some wisdom from Oscar Wilde when he said, “It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.” As I am my own toughest critic, I do not see myself in the art I have created over the past couple of years, therefore I don’t feel as if my practice is truly reflects my voice as an artist. Thus, I plan to create something within myself for myself.
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Apr 4, 2013
At Poetry
The world is spinning out of control / Just like my mind / When I had one too many sips
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Jun 26, 2013
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