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elevating nature

It's been a while.

Christmas and new year's have come and gone, now I lay at the cusp of another semester at MRU. I foresee it going better than the last, but by no means amazing. My constant struggles with socializing and lack of interest in my colleagues will forever challenge my existence, but I always get by somehow.
Besides lackluster schooling other aspects of my life are peachy. 

This past weekend the band 36? hosted a collaborative art explosion to design the album art from multimedia contributions of anyone interested. AKA Me and my friends spent three days sitting on newspaper, painting, smoking joints, drawing, smoking weed, collage-ing, crocheting, and of course smoking marijuana. It was an intense experience, very enjoyable, and it let me use art as a form of expression which has been lacking in my life as of late. 

At the end of the three days of 'el3vatin6nature' sessions, four 6' x 6' wooden frames were filled with a crazy array of multimedia art; acrylic, water color, collage, yarn, even a guitar had been glued up. And on Sunday the band filmed a music video with the frames as a background. Me and my friends who weren't in the band stood  behind one of the 6' x 6's which had an empty picture frame, and did silly things during the performance. It was wonderful!
 I really need to surround myself with art consistently throughout my life to retain my sanity.

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