Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Chapter 1

All the days seem to blur together.
I still can't figure out if it's a good or bad thing, but hey I'm just going with it.
I'm gonna be fifty before I know it with 12 kids and 25 grand kids. Hahaha, yeah....I hope that's a lie.

Those that think I've died, disappeared, living under a rock, think again my fat friends (you're not really fat that's the only thing that came to mind. No offense intended). I'm actually not, or maybe I should go with that, make up a great story, get famous.

Guys, girls, who ever you may be I'm living in a nice apartment, living the corporate life, doing art on the side (occasionally), eating cereal for every meal, and pretending to be cooler than I actually am.

Actually I'm pretty cool.

The reason why I lie about being cool and may seem as though I absolutely loathe myself, is to keep me humble and in check. Otherwise I'd probably be going around screaming "Hey, everybody, come and see how good I look", no, that was a lie. I wouldn't do that, ever (wink, wink).

I bought a bag of veggie straws and I feel like that's all I've eaten for the past two days, well besides the cereal thing, oh and mac n' cheese, that was a delicious mistake.

I can't remember the last time I watched a TV series. Goodbye television, goodbye movies, goodbye Netflix. Hello self control. I could say, hello work, hello busy life, hello cute boy, or hello too lazy to watch anything, but I like self control better so we'll just stick with that...oh wait, except the office, there's always time for the office.

So lets say hello to blogging again (this is not a joke) cause I missed it...

Hi, I'm Kimberly and I believe in second chances (so give me a second chance and read my blog...unless you don't want to then whatever...no but for real).

Oh, a selfie just in case you forgot how I looked because now I'm old. Here's to new chapters (the title is chapter 1, i thought it was clever).

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Saturday, June 21, 2014

The Curl Secret.

Tam wanted to know about the Curl Secret. A curling iron that is basically revolutionizing the hair world as we know it. Since we both have manes of hair we figured it would be the way to go….except for the fact it costs a massive amount of loot…at least for a college student.
We looked for reviews and I'm almost positive we found the best one.
Let's admit it. I found a new youtube favorite.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

My Life. My Art.

I've been thinking a lot lately about how I want to influence people through what I love. If you, fellow people, have been following my blog you've probably figured out by now I'm a "wanna be" artist. An artist with a purpose, to bring light into peoples lives, to make them feel happy, and have a weight be lifted. I've been debating on how to do it ever since I chose art to be a big part of my life. This is also the reason why I've gone back and forth for years now whether to quit and change degrees. Now I have realized that I have an option to do something great with what I love.

I'm pretty dang sure I just took the most important class of my entire college career. Thank you, Jim Godfrey. Art is a massive influence on the entire population of the world. How we write, to communicate, started out as an art form. This moved to printing books - the Bible, the Book of Mormon, the atlas, changing fonts. Then greeting cards, posters, and advertisements. Art makes you want to buy a burger when you see the billboard sign on the side of the road. Art makes you want that elegant dress in the magazine. Visual communication is everywhere around you, it makes you want, it make you need, it makes you feel, it has changed our lives whether by good or by evil. Now, don't get your panties in a twist, I'm not saying that the artists are the best thing that has ever happened since sliced bread, but they're up on the list. How could they not be you're influenced by there work whether you realize it or not. Being an artist means to create. I have the option to create good or bad and not only that but for good or bad. 

I was given a free lancing job about a month and a half ago, maybe two. A gentleman was opening up a coffee shop and wanted me to design the shirt for it. Okay, I don't drink coffee, but I'm not going to condemn those that do, so hey, why not. It was very low pay, but I was willing for the opportunity to get my art work out. He preceded to tell me what he wanted on the shirt, "could you draw for me an old man about to smoke some weed? I mean obviously he won't be smoking it, it's just the idea of smoking it." and that's what it starts with right? The idea? Now I was really contemplating to accept or not, he got my information, I got his. By the end of the day I knew my answer. I couldn't support that. It wasn't an uplifting image, maybe to someone getting high, but that's not what I wanted. Not that the guy that's high is a bad person, but that I knew that it wouldn't stop him from destroying his body, if anything it would influence him to keep puffing. I know, you're probably thinking, it's a small thing, but do you get where I'm going people? 

My teacher gave me an essay yesterday that said this:

I once created a test called The Road to Hell. I had just finished illustrating a section of Dante's Divine Comedy for an Italian publisher. When I first got the assignment I was unhappy that I had been given Purgatory as a subject as opposed to Inferno. As an illustrator, Hell had always seemed more interesting to me. Frankly, I never quite understood the difference between Hell and Purgatory. As you may know, the difference is simply that those in Hell are not aware of what put them in Hell and are doomed to be there forever. Those in Purgatory are aware of their sins and consequently have the possibility of getting out by moving to a higher plane. This fact immediately made Purgatory more relevant to me, in part, because Purgatory is where most of us are right now. In any event, awareness of what we actually do in life seems worth thinking about. 

Let me read you The Road to Hell, a series of questions that become more difficulty the deeper you go. The first couple are easy, would you—

1. Design a package to look larger on the shelf?
2. Do an ad for a slow-moving, boring film to make it seem like a lighthearted comedy?
3. Design a crest for a new vineyard to suggest that it's been in business for a long time?
4. Design a jacket for a book whose sexual content you find personally repellent?
5. Design an advertising campaign for a company with a history of known discrimination in minority hiring?
6. Design a package for a cereal aimed at children, which has low nutritional value and high sugar content?
7. Design a line of T-shirts for a manufacturer who employs child labor?
8. Design a promotion for a diet product that you know doesn't work?
9. Design an ad for a political candidate whose policies you believe would be harmful to the general public?
10. Design a brochure piece for an SUV that turned over more frequently than average in emergency conditions and caused the death of 150 people?
11. Design an ad for a product whose continued use might cause the user's death?

When I gave this test to students between the ages of 21 to 28, I discovered that in a group of 20, 3 or 4 of them were willing to go all the way—That is, participate in advertising a product whose use might cause the user's death. These were generally idealistic young people as yet seemingly uncorrupted by money or professional life. However, they drew the line at harming their family, friends or neighbors.

Thank you Milton Glaser.

I guess I could have just summed up this post into 12 words. I want to create something good that God would be proud of.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

thinking and doing.

Making: sense of my life. It doesn't help to over think things...playing things out in your mind. Let's be honest with ourselves it never turns out the way you want it no matter how many times you run it through your thick brain...like this post for insistence. It's going to be boring and plain no matter how many times I think it through.
Cooking: brownies. Brownies for my brother. My brothers can basically talk me into anything. They have me wrapped around their fingers.
Drinking: milk, with my cookies that I'm eating for breakfast.
Wanting: to skip school and work and do art for the rest of my days in my art studio, that is non existent.
Looking: at the mountains...no, wishing I was looking at the mountains.
Playing: basketball. I miss that sport. http://www.viralhoops.com/streetball-moves-nba/
Wasting: time.
Wishing: i was out in the wilderness.
Enjoying: summer and long weekends.
Waiting: to move to St. George in April.
Liking: the smell of fresh flowers when walking down the sidewalk.
Wondering: what my life is going to be like in 2 years.
Loving: Temples.
Hoping: to leave the fence of the United States for a humanitarian project. Not that I don't love the fence because I do. God bless America.
Marveling: at new born babies. Welcome to the world baby Gentry.
Needing: a drink of water, but to lazy to get one.
Smelling: brownies.
Wearing: clothes, thank goodness. More specific? Baggy jean, stripped t-shirt, and boots.
Following: the path Christ has paved for me. At least trying to.
Noticing: the little things.
Knowing: the church is true.
Thinking: about someone.
Feeling: how much I love my family.
Bookmarking: places to travel.
Opening: my mind to new possibilities.
Laughing: at Mitch, who joined me for lunch at work (thank you, Mitchy!).
Feeling: light.

Next up...our short trip to Colorado.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

this was taken when i had short hair....

I just found it. I like it.

We got a new roommate. She's definitley not my b-right, but I like her for the most part.
She's quite interesting, but who isn't?

Last night she woke up at 4am. She proceeded to wake up her roomie and told her that she was home sick and asked if they could cuddle.

Did i mention that she's seventeen.
Just welcome me to parenthood.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

My other half

I'm currently obsessed with grapefruit juice, Ever After, Soldier by Gavin DeGraw, Mexican food, converse, dresses...always dresses...actually really anything I can dress up in, such as this, I'm currently coveting it and my partner in crime...Tambam. Is that weird that I'm obsessed with my twin? 
Well, hello, I am. 
We have the best times together. What would I ever do without that beautiful girl?
She has stood by me even when I look like an idiot.
Honestly we're like peanut butter and jelly.
That's the closest thing that I can think of that describes our relationship. Cliche, but true.
Thank goodness she's stuck with me forever. She's the greatest part of me. I should tell her more often. 
We are best friends, and I will never let that change, no matter who we marry, no matter where we live, no matter what happens in our lives, we will always be peanut butter and jelly.
Dang, I love her so much. I wish I had more to give her.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Guess what?

I'm surprised they excepted me wink, wink, but for real
I'm not as cool as other people on there, but hey, I'm still a Daughter of God, and he thinks I'm pretty cool, right big guy?....I hope. 

In other news, I'm falling behind in printmaking and missing class on accident....I swear every time I take that class this happens to me. Last time I took it I remember missing 3 major assignments. My dear teacher has been moving around our class schedule. I'm starting to get confused about what times we actually meet. I've decided not to stress out about it this time around, maybe I need to start. What's wrong with me and printmaking?

I'm currently wondering why I painted my nails. 

I went swimming yesterday. Our pool is heated. I liked it, or rather loved it.

I want to sit on my parents front porch, eat watermelon, and talk to my family late into the night. 
Oh how I miss the good times. Summer is calling my name.

Speaking of wants, I want to highlight my hair...michelle, karalee?

I'm currently listening to this. Thank you work station for actually playing something worth listening to.

We signed another contact with our apartment complex. I like it. I get to keep my pool.

I only have a month left in school.

Life has been pretty dang good to me. 
Peace and blessings my people.