Paris/Normandy Trip

paris/normandy trip

 

I just went on an 11 day trip to Paris and Normandy. I’ve wanted to go there since I was young, so I was extremely excited to go. *A large amount of people may say this, but yes, traveling is very eye-opening, and you learn to appreciate the things that you have back at home.* I traveled with a group of people, but the next time I get to travel, I won’t make that mistake again; They mostly went to McDonalds, and walked way too fast for me to keep up. There was no AC in many places that we went to, and the hotel that was booked for us was really close to the city, so…no sleep for me, sadly.

Other than that, I got to see so many tourist attractions.(There’s much more than the Eiffel tower people) The one place that really made me wish I could spend more time there was the artists square. (It was what I really thought  of when I thought about Paris. Both nature and old looking architecture coming together into a wonderful combination that one could stare at for hours.)There were so many artists in the street that painted some wonderful things, and I even got a painting of myself!

I also got to eat wonderful food, but if I could eat macaroons and ice-cream all day, I would, because those 2 things hit the spot at the end of the day. I even ate squid, snail, and mussels.

During the last half of the trip, we went to Normandy. I learned about World War 2, and about how deeply it affected France. Hitler even used P.O.W(Prisoners Of War) and children who were trained as soldiers since they were young to dismantle bombs, and fight in the war. He brainwashed hundreds of people. (I should know that, but I didn’t)

Overall if I could go to Paris or Normandy again, I would by myself, or with a  really good friend. It was very fun, and I hope I can go again someday 🙂

~thebatbag

 

New

After all of the exams and projects, I can finally say with confidence that I’ve finally graduated from high school! I plan to get a job after this (And of course apply my art skills to whatever  I can ) It’s kind of weird that I have so much free time now! 😛

 

~thebatbag

 

 

Mori Darkness

Mori Darkness is cool! She may be a small you-tuber now, but she’s awesome! I love the clothes she wears, and how she explains things without getting too far in her emotions about the topic. She seems like a pretty nice person( and I love how more than half of her content isn’t makeup videos, because that gets extremely annoying ).

🙂

 

~thebatbag

Class Poetry

I’ve written some poetry for a class project. I had to write 3 poems that are about the book ‘Their Eyes Were Watching God’ by Zora Neale Hurston. Honestly, It was a very sad book and a lot of people died, but it was a good read. The book was about a girl named Janie, and what happened in her life throughout the early 1900’s, and the author explains events in her life using carefully crafted words and details.  I would recommend it to anyone who doesn’t mind reading about a serious struggle, and is over 13 years old. One of these poems uses some words from the book.

 

The Voices Of He 

Under the pear tree, soaking in the chant of the visiting bees

you can hear the voice

A thousand sister calyxes arch to meet it, the love of the voice

from the tiniest branch creaming in every blossom

and every root frothing in delight

Lives in the voice, in the golden rays of the sun

and the panting breath of the breeze, live the voice

 

 

Demon In Disguise

Eyes black as muddy water

A voice escapes his  lips with a rage like burning coals

He slams his sandpaper hands into her face

Slowly tears apart her heart

And rots, like mold as time goes by

Before this he seemed like a careful man

But now he has revealed his true self

A demon, an adversary to his wife

 

A Black Woman

Her succulent hips

below a curved body frame

And skin as brown as cinnamon

Whipped down like a cur dog

Jerked around like a frail puppet

Yet her eyes remain as rich as the earths’s soil

and her smile as warm as the morning sun

 

~thebatbag

 

 

Art From The All County Art Festival

(Art work displayed is mine)

Even though I had fun, something really bugged me. One of my artworks were taken off, (it was deemed as “Too disturbing”)and the display behind mine had all but one taken off. I guess whoever judged the artworks wanted for them to appeal to everyone, and not have obscene art displayed. It shouldn’t be a big deal to me, but it is. It annoys me very much, because I wasn’t told that that one picture was too much for the festival; I bet that the guy that put up his display behind mine didn’t know either. All of the artwork with naked curvy women in it were taken away from the display further away from mine, but the skinny women paintings stayed. I’m not sure who judges the art, but I do believe that appealing to “Soccer mom’s” or “The schools reputation” is not the way to go. It’s still taking away someone’s self  expression, no matter how many works are taken away. It makes me very irritated. People need to know that there is so much more than pretty butterflies and bright colors in this world. Not all artwork can or will appeal to everyone! I wish there was at least a section for artwork that’s “obscene” or “not appealing to normal people’s standards”, so that even those artworks can be put up as well.

In the art world, or so far in my world of art, people always assume I need mental help or that I’m going through something, if I draw something they don’t like (Example: Skulls, knives with blood, scary, “goth” stuff).

On the bright side, I got to see other people’s artwork, and some of them looked like pictures, or like something that should be put in a museum, instead of on display at an art festival. 🙂

~thebatbag

Another Me

(I wrote this poem when I was in middle school. I enjoy reminiscing and reading this I used to write, considering the fact that I was in a…really… weird mindset during that time  )

Another me sits in the mirror

I can never look me straight in the eye

The smile on the otherside seems torn

The clothes  are a disguise

But late at night when I’m asleep

covered in clouds

I see a creep

jump out of the mirror

and rip open my dreams

that then turn into nightmares

I try to run

but then it seems

I can’t escape

the end of the gun

I wish I could let it

turn to stone

I wish it would leave me alone

But I can’t hide

From the otherside

I can’t hide

From me

~thebatbag~