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Some lights shine without any flashing. Others flash on and off.
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once i knew the blinking cat could not really blink, was just paper and ink.
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Daily practice with images both written and drawn is rare once we have lost our baby teething begin to think of ourselves as good at some things and bad at other things. It is not that this isn't true, but the side-effects are profound once we abandon a certain activity like drawing because we are bad at it. A certain state of mind- (what McGilchrist might call "attention") is also lost. A certain capacity of the mind is shuttered, and for ..
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I always start my class with a coloring assignment using crayons to color three pages from a variety of coloring pages pinned to the wall. Pick 3. Color them densely, trying to get as much of the crayon on the paper as possible. Students find it frustrating because crayons are surprisingly hard to work with, but they usually have some fun doing it. Until...when the finished pages were pinned to the wall, all of the pages were colored just t..
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Non-photo blue pencils... After about a week of using them the class is smitten. It looks like thinking, this color of blue. Like words before you say them.
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There's the drawing you are trying to make and the drawing that s actually being made- and you can't see it until you forget what you were trying to do.
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In a classroom of students with varying levels of drawing experience, this way of drawing brings us to a common starting place that is like the starting place we all share: our first drawings of people made when we were little.
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Lynda's mother] You're stupid and you don't know it, you're problem. You talk, talk, talk, all the time. No one wants to listen to an idiot. [Young Lynda] Uh. OK. Thanks, Mom.
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Chucky] Ya peanut headed suckerfool! Take me on! Ya ugly knuckle butted dogface underpants! You think I'm playin'?
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I am someone who can look at certain things without flinching. Certain dead people. Particular dead people. But I cannot look at the creatures.
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Some nights looking at him scares me so bad I can hardly move and I start doing a prayer for protection. But when the thing that is scaring you is already Jesus, who are you supposed to pray to?
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I believe they [images] are the soul's immune system....
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In the days of Rohbeson's Slaughterhouse, flies were everywhere, crawling up the walls like living designs. I used to fall asleep looking at them. Thinking about their world. Their society. Did they have kings? Did they steal from each other? My light fixture was black-full with bodies of them. I used to think they had feelings about certain people. People who noticed them. Certain people. Me.
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