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Oh me, oh my... let's see here. You are here for Intro. to Stacey 101.


I am first and foremost quite odd I think -- though I suppose everyone thinks that, or maybe not? I hardly see why it matters. Moving on, I am attending Ocean County College for what will be my fifth semester, the beginning of my third year. I am a portrait example of a complete lack of ambition where what will be my future is concerned. This semester I am testing the waters for teaching -- though the idea is nice, I'm not quite sure if I can carry the weight of it -- molding young minds and such.

I love artbooksmusic. Some of my favorite books include, but are not limited to : A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess, Fight Club by Chuck Palahnuik, Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card, American Gods by Neil Gaiman, Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, and what I'm beginning now is The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. I come to really enjoy books that are concerned with the element of the human condition.

Music. I love music -- though everyone does I suppose -- and I'll listen to just about anything. Though I think sometimes the beauty of complete silence is overlooked in face of iPods and home stereo systems but I think I'm looking too much into this.

I am also a fan of sequential art, re: comic books or graphic novels, from various genres and cultures -- Korean manwha, Japanese manga, as well as American homegrown D.C. comics -- I've got a thing for caped crusaders. (Batman is better than Superman. Just putting it out there.)

From a comic obsession that was inspired in me as a child and fostered in what is now my more young adult years -- my 'art' has been limited to ideal, aesthetic, static, centered, boring, images. There has been no variation, only refining. I can do 'perfect' in the sense of a symmetrical, well-balanced picture but there is no thought -- no underlying message. It is just beauty for beauty's sake. Like cut flowers -- all aesthetic with zero purpose. A decoration at most.


But I digress...




What I plan to get out of this class is a break from the norm, deviation. I want to find a way out of this constructed little box -- or better yet, break it wide open. I want a purpose. And I suppose the big goal of this all, is that maybe, oh if maybe, I could just get out of this depressive little artsy slump that maybe those puzzle pieces I've been keeping to the side for lack of place to put or fit them will start to click together. I know, it's a bit hopeful. Don't remind me.

I forego sleep often.

I laugh at inappropriate junctures.

My humor can be quite base, crude, and disrespectful.

And though you may see me sit and stare into space -- know that my mind not sitting merely sitting there wasting. I am constantly considering certain outcomes of various scenarios and writingwritingwriting constantly in there.

I think... that about covers it? I feel I've rambled a bit. My apologies.

The only link I can supply is an online art site I seldom remember to post at.
wumei at deviantART

- Stacey Simmons