another animation

i wanna to learn how to make these

And then the midget king was like..."I will follow that monkey for you if you do me a favor."  And having no choice in the matter  I said "alright, what do you want."  the midget king replied "I want you to go slay the bull with the golden nut who lives in the trees by the boiling lake."  I was like "that's kinda easy...but why do you want the bull with the golden nut dead?"  The midget king frowned at my response.  He slowly and solemnly drew himself up and said. "cause he has a golden nut....and I don't."  What an angry disgruntled little man I thought.  But I had to do it.  So I set off to the boiling lakes to find the bull.  AS I walked away the midget king called out. "Make sure you choose good allies."  "Graet" I thought "now I have to go searching for sidekicks..."  (to be continued.)

This is my statement for my sopohmore review thing. i thought i'd save it...

Arland Ventocilla                    

  Sophomore Review Personal Statement

            During my two years at MGSA, I came to believe that every notion of what I thought art was has been destroyed. Any sort of talent that I thought I had had been reduced to nothing but a novelty skill. When I first came as a freshman, I came to this school with so much naive ambition. I came with the hope that this school would teach me how to refine my pre-existing skills as an artist. I know now that this school does not teach me how to make “art.” Instead, It taught me how to think.

            I can honestly say that art school wasn’t what I thought it would be. In high school, I thought MGSA would be a critical evaluation of one’s craftsmanship. But I am glad it taught me so much more. I am grateful for all the criticism I’ve encountered in this school. Towards the end of my freshman year, my efforts in painting have been futile. Week after week of trying to create a worthy painting in my eyes was a waste of time. Assignment after assignment, painting was all the same. All the praise from my peers meant nothing to me because I was unsatisfied with the work I produced. In this, I’ve lost all ambition for painting. I continued to paint only for the grade I would get afterwards. I think that was the time I felt the bottom of my artistic ambitions.

            After taking a break from my painting classes, I’m starting to feel a revival of my artistic motivations. Knowing what I learned from last year, I no longer feel the pressure of striving to create “good” art. I started to enjoy what I was doing, not caring what people had to say about it. Also, not being totally concerned with their innate meaning. To me now, a painting is just a painting. It doesn’t matter what you see on the canvas. All paintings to me are valued equal. I used think pessimistically to say that a painting is just a transferred image on a canvas, but now I see that they are made up of dreams, ideas, and thoughts that are controlled physically with the act of painting. I started to have fun with painting again! And it is a great experience.

Pi delta psi is FUN!

Went to my first party in NY as a brother. It was pretty off the hook. I rode up there with jugs, shawn, my big and my grand big ,phil. My flip tree! reprezent! .. this is difficult... I'm trying to recall what i did last night but its such a blurr. Phil bought me a long island icetea. =) thanx! My big GJ is my pimp. He set me with 3 girls but then they walked away. Sorry big! i failed you... haha. i knew then.. I had to learn from the master, Shawn. Shawn, how can one such as my self strive to be the sex symbol you are? please teach me!

 I remember being all hyper and shit. that was fun. My abs and thighs hurt like a mofo. I think its a good sign.