Experimental

For the Experimental unit, we did many new things. For one we started creating music using reason in Web, and we also learned how to record a musician properly.

For this website in Web, we were told to fit all of our content on one page. The design that I went for on my website was that of simplicity, a white background with off gray box full of content in the center of the page.

For Design we came up with an idea that was personal to our life, and tried to find creative new ways to express this idea.

For English we were told to create poems with many different styles and central images. We were given 7 different types of poems to write and then after we filled those criteria we could write poems however we liked until we had 125 lines.

For English we had to write poems with lines totalling up to 125 lines, with different poems that had a consistent meter, a central idea, rhyme scheme. We also wrote poems that were based off of the book, The God of Small Things, and one that was based off our design projects.

FitB

I ____ you, I ____ you
All I want to do is to ____ you

Searching

In hope of finding answers, we can never stop.
We hope they come, but more often than not, they do not.
Ever searching, never finding, this is our life.

The Darkside

As we turn our heads towards the night sky,
What do we see but that large floating pie.
It's image perceived to be frozen in time.

Yet ever spinning, it's not apparent to us swine.
The dark side, never seen but always heard.
Known only to us as one single word.

Poems

Thoughts of life effortlessly floating from mind to a single sheet.
Endlessly we search our souls, looking some meaning in this world.
What is it more than a simplistic release of internal heat?
Endlessly flowing from ink to paper, waiting to be unfurled.

Yar Har

The life of a pirate is cool.
I get to sail but in a pool.
I wear a patch over my eye
I just might sail up to Shanghai

Maybe I will, you never know
My boat won't float, It's just for show
not your normal pirate but me
a simple boy who wants mommy

Savior

They are dead. I am sinking .
But Above I see a soaring beautiful shape.
below the monster lurks in the depths
Will I drown like the rest of them?

They have died. I still float just below the surface.
Above the Bird waits, deciding my fate.
below the monster eagerly awaits
Will it save from their fate?

Trapped

As I stare into the monster's narrow eyes, fear takes over.
I turn to run, but feel a tight pull near my butt. He has my tail.

There is no escape, I go limp, hoping he will lose interest.
It appears to have worked, he lifts his paw from me, I remain still.

I wait for him to leave, then slowly get up.
My tiny claws touch the ground, but only for a second.

Suddenly razor sharp fangs dig into my neck. I am stunned.
The life is slowly sucked out, and then I am gone.

The Song of war

The stench of men no longer fills the air.
Dead soldiers are strewn across the battlefield.
Friend and foe finally meet where no man wishes to go
Their souls spent, engulfed by the war.

When the earth shakes from the bombs of another battle,
the eerie clatter of empty ammo cartridges resonates thought out the field.
the occasional groan of a dying man accompanied by the gunfire of the last man standing
the sound of the wind, blowing smoke from the bombs out of the way,

It is a haunting song, the song of war.
Death and Destruction are the only things that heed its bittersweet melody.
Marked by the hate indifference and cruelty of man.
Its beat sadly never forgotten, played forever throughout history

The Battlefield

The small black canister that clacks so gently when disturbed.
The stale fruity aroma of the almost empty pack of gum.
The tattered glasses, each scratch telling it own story to who ever will listen.
The battered hacky sack, spilling it's guts onto the floor.
The cracked cases, each break somewhat resembling a gun shot wound.
The empty bottles, effortlessly strewn about the seats like ribbons after a party.
The broken mirror, with cracks running from top to bottom, like streaks of light floating through a dusty attic.
The crumbs of assorted guests, scattered across the floor like sprinkles on a scoop of ice cream.
The seat, looking like a weather grandmother's face, with cracks and wrinkles running across it.

Drifting

The Sphere gently drifts into the cup of my hands
My fingers slowly curl around it. What is this? Where am I?

A boy appears to be yelling at me. Does he want this thing?
I throw it to him. When I bend forward to do this

my skin painfully peels up from my plastic bed.
I look around, bewildered. It is Bright

Suddenly a large splash, I tip over
I sink down and open my eyes, eye see a boy

He darts away. I follow. I reach the surface, he is gone
Struggling for air I find my bed. I climb on

It comes back to I'm at the pool.
Damn heat

Dreams

I float peacefully in my personal Oasis
A gentle breeze flows. The palm trees floating overhead
I lay on my Comfy bed, the soft clouds are flawless
Sipping from my coconut, my legs unwind widespread

Is this Paradise

The dunes around me are so Perfectly molded
like the curves or a woman, they are perfectly shaped
This is too perfect. I ask my self, am i still Lucid?
This can't be real, what to where has my mind escaped

This is not paradise

I awaken, to my left a Boy sleeps, who is He?
I lay on my back, four white walls rise up around me
The Boy is done, who was He? what had happened to me?
Who am I? Could it be that that Boy was in fact Me?

What is this place?
What had happened to me?

The Riddle?

If one wheel turns, three more are sure to follow
Two by Two they are, anything by hollow
Two by Two with something else on the top
It grips with tape, Allowing you to hop

You see them Everywhere, All the time
Not a Car nor Tree, I'd say for a dime
Is this a Riddle or a poem you ask
It is up to you to unmask this task

The Box

He opens his eyes, but sees nothing but the darkness
He reaches out, his hand hits something hard. what is it?
a wall. four walls. he tries to stands but can only cuss.
he's stuck inside this box, now he feels like a dimwit.

He tries to bust his way out, but all to no avail.
He wonders how he got i here, and why he can't get out.
He thinks aloud, "what on earth is this, is it a jail?"
"if this were jail, where's my bail" and he began to shout.

Sorry Bro

My life was shattered, or so I had thought
By the girl I loved, the one that I sought.
But it wasn't her fault, for it was he.
He stole her away, she was meant for me.

We were best friends now mortal enemies.
He didn't hate me, but oh I hated him.
he never knew, but inside it crazies
I saw the end for me and him was grim.

Finally I confronted him. I said
"Why take her, you knew who I was psycho
about" to this day I am filled with dread.
For all that he uttered was "sorry bro"

Drowning

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Artist Statement

This piece is about a wish to become different than everyone else. I want to choose a different path in life than the path of norm. I feel like art will help me float up from the general conformity of life. I don't want to end up in some paper pushing job in a cubicle, going nowhere in this world, not living my life how I want to. I want life to be as I see it, I want to go out and do something with myself. I want to be remembered for something great, or at least do something I'm proud. I tried to capture this feeling of wanting to be different, or more than this norm, in this illustration by showing an average man drowning, but with a chance of survival, if the bird saves him. Below him is the norm, where creativity goes to die. He will live, not conform to the norm, or he will die, conform to the norm, but it's not up to him, it depends on whether the bird chooses to save him or not.

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For Web were told to take one of the poems we had written in English and animate it. I animated it using flash, and the images used were based off the poems lines.

Artist Statement

For the music production project, my partner, Allie Canty, and I, chose to record lyrics and put that to a beat made in Reason. My partner and I were inspired to write this song because we were arguing about who was more intense. This gave us the idea to write a rap on how intense we were.

Lyrics written and preformed by Richie Ives and Allie Canty

Musical Composition created by Richie Ives

Lyrics
R: I dunno but I'm really intense.

A: I don't know about you, but I can be pretty intense.

R: I'm not sure if you can be as intense as me.

A: I'm probably the most intense person on the planet.

R: Oh, it's on.

A: Like donkey kong!

R: Drop the beat!

R: Yo Im Dr. Oct, that's short for Dr. Octopus,
you think Al dogg got game but I'm more bad ass than a platypus.
Al dogg thinks she's intense, but she ain't got *beep* on me,
I got the most flow even more than that damn Chewy.

A: Yo this be Al dogg, I got more guns then the mob,
I'll take you out back you stuck up little snob.
I'm more intense than a cowboy, got more
flow then that guy Tolstoy.
I da best, oh yeah.

R: I hear what your saying, the sad thing is it's not true,
I'm the most intense man underneath the big blue.
By blue i meant the sky for those of you who couldn't tell.
I'm so intense I didn't even stop to yell at them.
Oh shit, I just did, my bad.
My rhymes are dope, my flow is hot, all of this
being done without the use of pot.
These rappers think they sick cause they take the stupid ganja,
but I say the hell with marijuana.

A: It's my belief that drugs are bad,
I'm sure it's just a fad.
Oh boy I'm just so glad we agree, ya dig comrade?
I'm intense just like you, we might as well get a canoe.
While you out, wanna get me some more shampoo?

R: I never heard of a mc that is in fact a girl,
I guess we could try to give this *beep* a whirl.
She thinks she got flow, she thinks she got beats,
but there's no way that she can win, it will end.
While I'm out rhyming, she out buyin' purses.
How many times i gotta tell you, I'm intense like the circus.

A: Whoa, whoa, I'm just not ready for this kind of relationship.

*Slap, footsteps stomping away*

R: What ever I don't need her, I got the flow