<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148</id><updated>2011-10-15T03:58:08.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teeth mountain silk worms &amp; spiderwebs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-8184229575855672886</id><published>2010-09-18T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:25:38.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serpent Mound</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe align="center" src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?group_id=&amp;user_id=8528955@N07&amp;set_id=72157601216890590&amp;tags=Cars,Lotus,Exige" frameBorder="0" width="620" height="620" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work from the past year or so, including intaglio prints, screen prints, drawings &amp; photos from a 4 x 5 camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-8184229575855672886?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/8184229575855672886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=8184229575855672886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/8184229575855672886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/8184229575855672886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2008/09/serpent-mound.html' title='Serpent Mound'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-3315415030492079074</id><published>2010-06-16T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:39:14.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Rainbow // Black Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe align="center" src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?group_id=&amp;user_id=23428795@N08&amp;set_id=&amp;text=" frameBorder="0" width="500" height="500" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="http://www.admarket.se" title="Admarket.se"&gt;Admarket's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://flickrslidr.com" title="flickrSLiDR"&gt;flickrSLiDR&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unisex&lt;br /&gt;Vintage&lt;br /&gt;Antique&lt;br /&gt;Found&lt;br /&gt;Recycled&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may buy my goods at these fine establishments:&lt;br /&gt;Seven 7 Park ST., Bristol, United Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Still Life, San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Needles and Pens, San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Mustard Seed, Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING SOON&lt;br /&gt;Scout Dry Goods, Omaha Nebraska&lt;br /&gt;High Street, Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;Tulips, Lower East Side NYC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESS&lt;br /&gt;Venus Magazine, Chicago&lt;br /&gt;SF Weekly&lt;br /&gt;City Beat (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in objects with meaning. Vein is inspired by found objects of small and great value, a mix of 'I found this in the street' and 'This was a heirloom for years and years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe stories &amp; history imbue all objects with significance and power, both sacred and profane. Vein is further inspired by native culture, ghosts, spirit journeys, voodoo, black magic, &amp; other things of a visceral nature including amulets, talismen &amp; totems. The range is simple to complex and sculptural.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-3315415030492079074?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/3315415030492079074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=3315415030492079074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/3315415030492079074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/3315415030492079074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2008/06/created-with-admarkets-flickrslidr.html' title='White Rainbow // Black Magic'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-3868914970204787588</id><published>2009-07-21T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:27:43.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAINBOW SUNSHINE KITTEN partner love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYIfutKo8I/AAAAAAAAANE/0ak-aGa7kwA/s1600-h/alpaca+proto+copy+jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYIfutKo8I/AAAAAAAAANE/0ak-aGa7kwA/s400/alpaca+proto+copy+jpeg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360981747637593026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY ALPACA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New opportunities for quelynda / vein jewelry have been a brewing. &lt;br /&gt;I will be putting vein &amp; the work that I do associated with Vein on the back burner for the next few months. Not because the personalization &amp; social and political commentary as well as the ideals and concept it represents aren't extremely important to me, but rather a fresh direction and opportunity has arisen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vein will be transitioning into a collaborative partnership with my dear friend Baby Alpaca. Vein + Baby Alpaca is an aesthetically fused cohesive line that takes the morals of vein and seeks to step it up and offer it on a broader scale than it has previously been available. Vein + Baby Alpaca and the sultry Genevieve will be traveling to NYC in mid august to represent at a high end tradeshow and get off its newborn feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vein + Baby Alpaca hopes to evolve into a cross genre collective affair, involving Baby Alpaca &amp; Genevieve's music events, farm life, installations and shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-3868914970204787588?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/3868914970204787588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=3868914970204787588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/3868914970204787588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/3868914970204787588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2009/07/rainbow-sunshine-kitten-partner-love.html' title='RAINBOW SUNSHINE KITTEN partner love.'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYIfutKo8I/AAAAAAAAANE/0ak-aGa7kwA/s72-c/alpaca+proto+copy+jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-9095019946466385171</id><published>2009-07-21T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:16:26.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eat fuck and die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYE4q-utjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7YZwkstAadc/s1600-h/3721750334_07de1db04b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYE4q-utjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7YZwkstAadc/s400/3721750334_07de1db04b_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360977778087736882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYDoEqmaPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y2waHQwzqTE/s1600-h/comet+crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYDoEqmaPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/y2waHQwzqTE/s400/comet+crowd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360976393413224690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really excellent review of my show in the Comet Basement on &lt;a href="http://forgetmidwest.blogspot.com/2009/07/eat-fuck-die-etc.html#comments"&gt;forgetthemidwest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So the comet basement made for some pretty excellent june parties.  photo show... all your favorite djs.... cheap drinks... liquor luge and some crazy installation art.  if you didn't get a good look at ms. lucas' 'eat fuck and die' piece due to dim lights/drunken haze or it's rather limited engagement... &lt;a href="http://forgetmidwest.blogspot.com/2009/07/eat-fuck-die-etc.html#comments"&gt;have a closer look.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYFR9JMmqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1daQdgfXPJs/s1600-h/3720935471_46f622d4cd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYFR9JMmqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1daQdgfXPJs/s400/3720935471_46f622d4cd_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360978212460206754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYE5tSLRCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/00n2Qm0wh8I/s1600-h/3721749606_bf30fc97ae_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYE5tSLRCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/00n2Qm0wh8I/s400/3721749606_bf30fc97ae_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360977795886040098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYE5bhdroI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UmDi5iEt2o8/s1600-h/3721749128_b46fc77067_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYE5bhdroI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UmDi5iEt2o8/s400/3721749128_b46fc77067_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360977791118323330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYE5OT18tI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9DIQPhu0KPI/s1600-h/3721749306_22afe16b7c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYE5OT18tI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9DIQPhu0KPI/s400/3721749306_22afe16b7c_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360977787571532498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYE4-DjGMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Ra-rtAvFR68/s1600-h/3721748740_24343d417c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYE4-DjGMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Ra-rtAvFR68/s400/3721748740_24343d417c_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360977783208220866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the work demonstrates many of the techniques that go into the vein jewelry line but on a scale far too large (or too sharp) for actual human use.  the installation centered around the inaccessible nature of beauty in a society bent on indulging it's desires to a pornographic extent.  necklaces sized for giants, trinkets to sharp to ever rest against human skin, dinner reduced to a tangle of hair... porn, meat and the kitchen sink.  'eat fuck and die' was a sort of synesthesia of pop culture obsessions.  handcrafted with intricate detail from found material."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All photos by B. Clarke Wellington.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-9095019946466385171?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/9095019946466385171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=9095019946466385171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/9095019946466385171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/9095019946466385171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2009/07/eat-fuck-and-die.html' title='eat fuck and die'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SmYE4q-utjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7YZwkstAadc/s72-c/3721750334_07de1db04b_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-7201286377068809496</id><published>2009-06-30T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:55:49.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/Skp7h9fXVCI/AAAAAAAAAME/1F7ZWg8AhUs/s1600-h/3466404480_b78a07c29f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/Skp7h9fXVCI/AAAAAAAAAME/1F7ZWg8AhUs/s400/3466404480_b78a07c29f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353226930455270434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/Skp7hgVCDeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/oCCpXV4dkmw/s1600-h/3466407128_b5a5665475_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/Skp7hgVCDeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/oCCpXV4dkmw/s400/3466407128_b5a5665475_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353226922627304930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/Skp7hVQRZEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kjdlXVGxktE/s1600-h/3465589659_57dc81d4a2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/Skp7hVQRZEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kjdlXVGxktE/s400/3465589659_57dc81d4a2_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353226919654548546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/Skp7hduGOBI/AAAAAAAAALs/At3_x3qOG6U/s1600-h/3465593883_79c62b78dd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/Skp7hduGOBI/AAAAAAAAALs/At3_x3qOG6U/s400/3465593883_79c62b78dd_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353226921927129106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/Skp7hLPb__I/AAAAAAAAALk/UqciAhdUNmA/s1600-h/IMG_6718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/Skp7hLPb__I/AAAAAAAAALk/UqciAhdUNmA/s400/IMG_6718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353226916966694898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/Skp7QuERnkI/AAAAAAAAALc/1QLULXP9q64/s1600-h/3659687949_c71fffec7a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/Skp7QuERnkI/AAAAAAAAALc/1QLULXP9q64/s400/3659687949_c71fffec7a_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353226634257342018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quelynda has been really busy.&lt;br /&gt;its sort of fun to talk in third person.&lt;br /&gt;I am now a graduate with a fancy 5 year degree in graphic design. Hire me! We had an amazing senior thesis show at DAAPworks and I was so proud of our collective efforts.&lt;br /&gt;www.ucgd09.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_past projects of the six months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. GRASS which was a cross-genre DIY market style event held in the Niehoff Urban Studio in the Center for Design went incredibly well. Rosie Kovacs, Dita, Brian Leckrone, Genevieve Rainsberger, Floyd Freshdaily Johnson and I were the primary co-organizers. We had over twenty vendors of diverse origins. It was most importantly a constructive and community oriented event, inspired by our desire to make the public more aware of independent designers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat Fuck &amp; Die, a solo show at the Comet featuring installations inspired by the politics behind VEIN spoken in a much more obvious, aggressive way. Porn, chainsaws, and meat were incorporated with large scale jewelry and prints. Many thanks to Brian and Dita for their creative contributions and time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Collaborative photoshoot with Poncho Rose by B. Clarke Wellington in the most magical and terrifying Ice Cream Factory backyard. We got all our friends to come out and model, this was super fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-7201286377068809496?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/7201286377068809496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=7201286377068809496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/7201286377068809496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/7201286377068809496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2009/06/quelynda-has-been-really-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/Skp7h9fXVCI/AAAAAAAAAME/1F7ZWg8AhUs/s72-c/3466404480_b78a07c29f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-5733065781364579802</id><published>2009-01-18T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:02:04.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me queda un bejou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXOKKR3axrI/AAAAAAAAALE/WAE5KdIBN10/s1600-h/corinne_day10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXOKKR3axrI/AAAAAAAAALE/WAE5KdIBN10/s400/corinne_day10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292725896289633970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXOKIzG4HMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/AsVtclnkoew/s1600-h/corinne_day5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXOKIzG4HMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/AsVtclnkoew/s400/corinne_day5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292725870853102786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXOKIsKo6PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZePDdS_qYqs/s1600-h/corinne_day3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXOKIsKo6PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZePDdS_qYqs/s400/corinne_day3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292725868989835506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXOKIYfZzLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/v0TLoPlWZbY/s1600-h/corinne_day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXOKIYfZzLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/v0TLoPlWZbY/s400/corinne_day2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292725863708216498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXOKIBxNtjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/08SoLBBlDVA/s1600-h/corinne_day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXOKIBxNtjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/08SoLBBlDVA/s400/corinne_day1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292725857608906290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Corinne Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-5733065781364579802?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/5733065781364579802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=5733065781364579802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/5733065781364579802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/5733065781364579802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-queda-un-bejou.html' title='Me queda un bejou'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXOKKR3axrI/AAAAAAAAALE/WAE5KdIBN10/s72-c/corinne_day10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-4659449694179483007</id><published>2009-01-17T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:39:34.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXJB92clFFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/EWp3Wv4W6fk/s1600-h/20080213110505_800x800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXJB92clFFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/EWp3Wv4W6fk/s400/20080213110505_800x800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292365042956964946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXJB92_MaXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KJdFjmsz5_U/s1600-h/20080213105922_800x800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXJB92_MaXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KJdFjmsz5_U/s400/20080213105922_800x800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292365043102148978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my culturalshock phase, transitioning from Europe to the US has not been easy. I've been reading a lot of Dazed &amp; Confused digital, Ponystep &amp; Susie Buble to try to keep the dream alive. Also my computer clock and weather widgets are still set to London time and weather. Haha, but Americanize myself again I must.&lt;br /&gt;Focus on the happy, clap my hands to my ears and sing la la la la when I encounter McDonalds &amp; Coach bags...yes this is the way I think.&lt;br /&gt;Tomas Celizna is graphic design graduate of Yale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-4659449694179483007?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/4659449694179483007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=4659449694179483007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/4659449694179483007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/4659449694179483007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-thoughts.html' title='Happy Thoughts'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SXJB92clFFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/EWp3Wv4W6fk/s72-c/20080213110505_800x800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-3268112661925927029</id><published>2008-09-18T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:43:15.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made You Cookies But I Can't Eat Them Because I Am a Vegan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SNKr4Q-5JiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BRxrVaPWYSQ/s1600-h/2293833827_54f05b2fd5_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SNKr4Q-5JiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BRxrVaPWYSQ/s400/2293833827_54f05b2fd5_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247445498959832610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got done doing the Renegade trunk show in Chicago with Death by Dress and Poncho Rose! It rained all weekend. Maybe I'll have pictures later. Maybe  baby.&lt;br /&gt;In other news I will be journeying to the UK very soon, I hope to explode my brain with new exciting things. &lt;br /&gt;I also received word that one of my posters for the AIGA  non-partisan get out the vote 2008 campaign was chosen to be nationally printed &amp; in the exhibitionn at AIGAa's National Design Center in NYNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-3268112661925927029?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/3268112661925927029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=3268112661925927029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/3268112661925927029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/3268112661925927029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-made-you-cookies-but-i-cant-eat-them.html' title='I Made You Cookies But I Can&apos;t Eat Them Because I Am a Vegan'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SNKr4Q-5JiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BRxrVaPWYSQ/s72-c/2293833827_54f05b2fd5_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-2886746514390110192</id><published>2008-04-16T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:28:25.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Kill a Petty Bougeoisie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SAaCJRZ5TxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CvewKyKjlt4/s1600-h/l_9ef03f33cef38597e91b485decc4d114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SAaCJRZ5TxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CvewKyKjlt4/s400/l_9ef03f33cef38597e91b485decc4d114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189978716393525010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SAaZDhZ5TzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1UBv1jxD0WM/s1600-h/l_16d74aff8051a0811b8260fe8850c963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SAaZDhZ5TzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1UBv1jxD0WM/s400/l_16d74aff8051a0811b8260fe8850c963.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190003906376716082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SAaY_BZ5TyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/onuhbQvUQFY/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SAaY_BZ5TyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/onuhbQvUQFY/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190003829067304738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Things that I love right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. El Guincho. The Spanish Panda Bear. I'm serious. (photos 1 &amp; 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Issey Miyake. (photo 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Googling my name. (refer to the bottom of this post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Breaking my cleansing fast early with marinated raw kale salads from Cafe Gratitude. Even though I could make the damn thing myself for two dollars. I have a lot less willpower than I thought I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I would like to learn to speak Icelandic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SAaZMBZ5T0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/rV8MXFS_bWY/s1600-h/Engr_Lucas_Linda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SAaZMBZ5T0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/rV8MXFS_bWY/s200/Engr_Lucas_Linda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190004052405604162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google Images says this is an accurate picture of me. I am a doctor of engineering at Birmingham University.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-2886746514390110192?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/2886746514390110192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=2886746514390110192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/2886746514390110192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/2886746514390110192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-kill-petty-bougeoisie.html' title='To Kill a Petty Bougeoisie'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/SAaCJRZ5TxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CvewKyKjlt4/s72-c/l_9ef03f33cef38597e91b485decc4d114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-8597050387231693246</id><published>2008-03-02T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:28:26.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upward Over the Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R8t8QBXsI6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/h3nGZE3fiew/s1600-h/n17808974_34723973_9161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R8t8QBXsI6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/h3nGZE3fiew/s400/n17808974_34723973_9161.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173365211652694946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R8t8QRXsI7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/7VKO71rbD7k/s1600-h/n17808974_34723993_4853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R8t8QRXsI7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/7VKO71rbD7k/s400/n17808974_34723993_4853.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173365215947662258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R8t8QhXsI8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tXu7F6QSzjY/s1600-h/n17808974_34723987_3099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R8t8QhXsI8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tXu7F6QSzjY/s400/n17808974_34723987_3099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173365220242629570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most people expend tremendous amounts of energy trying to be normal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Camus said this. I like Camus, but I didn't know this quote. It was handed to me by a person whom I know, and written on a scrap of paper folded up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy people who can be intensely personal without guilt or editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend from highschool Amanda took these pictures. I stole them from a popular social networking site (ahem facebook) without her knowledge. I'll tell her don't you worry. Camus makes me think of her &amp; so it was appropriate that I should be handed that quote on today of all days. I'm going to reread "The Stranger" I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-8597050387231693246?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/8597050387231693246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=8597050387231693246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/8597050387231693246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/8597050387231693246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2008/03/upward-over-mountain.html' title='Upward Over the Mountain'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R8t8QBXsI6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/h3nGZE3fiew/s72-c/n17808974_34723973_9161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-5011382142706305193</id><published>2008-02-22T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:28:28.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee Bontecou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R77_o37h3ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YQi8hm1JsjM/s1600-h/LBontecou5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R77_o37h3ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YQi8hm1JsjM/s400/LBontecou5a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169850499941391762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R77_pH7h3aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y1LI1lQ83y4/s1600-h/bonte%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R77_pH7h3aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y1LI1lQ83y4/s400/bonte%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169850504236359074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R77_pX7h3bI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eiEzNuoeFS8/s1600-h/ARTSEEN_bontecou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R77_pX7h3bI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eiEzNuoeFS8/s400/ARTSEEN_bontecou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169850508531326386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R77_p37h3cI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-X-90PxlpQg/s1600-h/bontecou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R77_p37h3cI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-X-90PxlpQg/s400/bontecou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169850517121260994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R77_qH7h3dI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2wNzFOZzlAc/s1600-h/LBontecou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R77_qH7h3dI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2wNzFOZzlAc/s400/LBontecou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169850521416228306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was advised by my sage &amp; hard of hearing Intaglio professor that I have a lot in common with Lee Bontecou stylistically &amp; personally and that I should browse her work. &lt;br /&gt;I was incredulous because at this point I have become used to seeing myself as more of a designer than an artist, &amp; the idea of someone analyzing my "style" is bizaare, considering his knowledge of me is from the three metal etching prints I've done, when I've never done Intaglio ever and I'm just learning the process. After finding out she was a sculptor (my 3 dimensional workor lack thereof is very limited) &amp; a complete recluse (yeah totally me too), I was left scratching my head about our similarities. &lt;br /&gt;Her social habits aside, I checked out a book by her &amp; some internets browsins and promptly became fascinated with her body of work.&lt;br /&gt;I rarely identify with a gut-wrenching way with most female artists, not to be a gina generalizer but its true. &amp; I have just done two posts in a row about females. &lt;br /&gt;A show of her work JUST ended at the ny MOMA one month ago. I could have seen her work up close and personal when I was there for New Years, alas.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am following this with an excerpt from better executed and more stylistically accurate review of her by Stephanie Buhmann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;"Brilliantly dark with an inherent sense of foreboding, Lee Bontecou’s work reveals itself through the unraveling of layered thoughts and textures without losing its unpredictability. The experience is akin to travel—a pastiche of impressions, some recognizably of the here and now, and others hinting at an imaginary future.&lt;br /&gt;In Bontecou, we are suspended between realism and science fiction, part poem, part scientific inquiry, every detail ready to morph into omni-applicable symbols. Many of the works in this exceptional exhibition, date from the late 1960s and early 1970s, and were exhibited at the Leo Castelli Gallery in 1971. They marked a radical departure from Bontecou’s acclaimed sculptural canvases, which she stretched over welded steel, as well as an end to her professional relationship with Castelli. In 1972 Bontecou left the gallery to avoid the constant pressure to produce and abandoned a public career. Throughout the 1970s, ’80s, and ’90s, she preferred the privacy of her studio, focused on raising her daughter and teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While these works were critically savaged at the time of their first showing, today at Knoedler, after decades of postmodernism, pluralism and feminism, it would stand to reason that our contemporary point of view would be decidedly different. As nightmarish as some details may be—fish with pirhana-sharp teeth and mutated flowers with gas mask-like heads, denizens of a Manichean universe where good and evil are locked in a cosmic struggle—the overall feeling is sheer elegance. There is a lightness of touch to Bontecou’s rhythmic fusion of transparent, vacuum-formed plastic shapes, which seem to defy the laws of gravity, and in the fine shading and treatment of volume in her drawings."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-5011382142706305193?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/5011382142706305193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=5011382142706305193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/5011382142706305193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/5011382142706305193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2008/02/lee-bontecou.html' title='Lee Bontecou'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R77_o37h3ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YQi8hm1JsjM/s72-c/LBontecou5a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-3065674313808024846</id><published>2008-02-19T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:28:28.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually Interesting in Cincinnati for once.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7u52X7h3YI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kAXN9v3LDm0/s1600-h/image.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7u52X7h3YI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kAXN9v3LDm0/s400/image.jpe" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168929341125549442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, in Cincinnati, an unusual thing occured. Last morning in DAAP as I was wandering around the halls on my way from the CGC, complaining in my head about how effing expensive tabloid prints are, meandering to my studio I heard the unmistakable sound of music. Thinking nothing of it I continued on my way, only to be greeted by Jessica who informed me that there was not only music but an entire 4 piece noise band in a display case in the fifth floor. People. 4 of them. In a space something like twenty feet long, 9 feet high and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;two feet wide&lt;/span&gt;. Upon visiting this phenomena, I realized I knew two of the dudes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole deal was far more about art installation &amp; live performance art than the music, but I was actually surprised &amp; somewhat tickled about the whole thing. Good job Aaron Walker &amp; Jason Butler (&amp; the other two whom I don't know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were there from 7AM to 7PM, &amp; I visited several times since it was super close to my studio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-3065674313808024846?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/3065674313808024846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=3065674313808024846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/3065674313808024846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/3065674313808024846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2008/02/actually-interesting-in-cincinnati-for.html' title='Actually Interesting in Cincinnati for once.'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7u52X7h3YI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kAXN9v3LDm0/s72-c/image.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-4131430672154823774</id><published>2008-02-17T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:28:29.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maya &amp; me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7hoCH7h3TI/AAAAAAAAADo/CkMkiJrSfvA/s1600-h/01.mayahayuk.cologne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7hoCH7h3TI/AAAAAAAAADo/CkMkiJrSfvA/s400/01.mayahayuk.cologne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167994958105402674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7hoDX7h3UI/AAAAAAAAADw/QkBQX71BkA0/s1600-h/02.maya.pilgrim.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7hoDX7h3UI/AAAAAAAAADw/QkBQX71BkA0/s400/02.maya.pilgrim.01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167994979580239170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7hoDn7h3VI/AAAAAAAAAD4/k8M6CTAdtV8/s1600-h/07.maya.scrolls.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7hoDn7h3VI/AAAAAAAAAD4/k8M6CTAdtV8/s400/07.maya.scrolls.3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167994983875206482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7hoD37h3WI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SS4m4hmbfpY/s1600-h/08.maya.tinys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7hoD37h3WI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SS4m4hmbfpY/s400/08.maya.tinys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167994988170173794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7hoEH7h3XI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3bdyr4BaOlU/s1600-h/IMG_6215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7hoEH7h3XI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3bdyr4BaOlU/s400/IMG_6215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167994992465141106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya Hayuk. You can read an interview with her on Fecal Face again. I'm too lazy to post it. I think I can't get enough of the insane bright colors because I have a mild form of Seasonal Affective disorder. I could look into buying a uv hotlight, or I could just look at paintings and wear hot pink tights and my scarf everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Got another job offer in SF, it's the one I really wanted the most. I don't know why I am waiting a few days to respond, but it seems like the unhurried, I have it together sort of thing to do. I'll post about it when I actually accept it. But needless to say it's nice to have that worry out of my mind, &amp; the kind of work they do is much more in line with what I'm interested in, my social conscience &amp; tendencies and what I want out of Design with a capital D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-4131430672154823774?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/4131430672154823774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=4131430672154823774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/4131430672154823774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/4131430672154823774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2008/02/maya-me.html' title='maya &amp; me'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7hoCH7h3TI/AAAAAAAAADo/CkMkiJrSfvA/s72-c/01.mayahayuk.cologne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-6290119103472176947</id><published>2008-02-16T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:28:30.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>speak low</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7cYbX7h3II/AAAAAAAAACQ/iTvAWyLZIRc/s1600-h/image4.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7cYbX7h3II/AAAAAAAAACQ/iTvAWyLZIRc/s400/image4.jpe" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167625955990166658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7cYb37h3JI/AAAAAAAAACY/j70ZGcFFqEw/s1600-h/image2.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7cYb37h3JI/AAAAAAAAACY/j70ZGcFFqEw/s400/image2.jpe" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167625964580101266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7cYcH7h3KI/AAAAAAAAACg/VoFHwKZtk3g/s1600-h/image1.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7cYcH7h3KI/AAAAAAAAACg/VoFHwKZtk3g/s400/image1.jpe" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167625968875068578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7cYdX7h3LI/AAAAAAAAACo/8RNirXz2cG8/s1600-h/image3.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7cYdX7h3LI/AAAAAAAAACo/8RNirXz2cG8/s400/image3.jpe" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167625990349905074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone photos actually turn out intriguing at times.&lt;br /&gt;I've taken enough photo classes to be a photo minor, including 4 x 5 cameras last summer. But there is a lovely quality to grainy little snapshots, &amp; having the phone accesible in situations when having a camera is a little less likely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-6290119103472176947?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/6290119103472176947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=6290119103472176947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/6290119103472176947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/6290119103472176947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2008/02/speak-low.html' title='speak low'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7cYbX7h3II/AAAAAAAAACQ/iTvAWyLZIRc/s72-c/image4.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-9103331361750567754</id><published>2008-02-16T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:28:30.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7aa4X7h3DI/AAAAAAAAABo/16T9qe_fK8Q/s1600-h/image.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7aa4X7h3DI/AAAAAAAAABo/16T9qe_fK8Q/s400/image.jpe" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167487915741273138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pose was not ment to be scandalous, it just turned out that way. Just wanted you to glimpse the beauty of my gold boots. I am obsessed with them.&lt;br /&gt;I went tothe Niehoff studio tonight, an experimental green design planning studio where &lt;br /&gt;FUnk it, disco themed party was occuring, at which my good friend &amp; housemate Sean (aka MrDr) was laying down some sweet disco funk tunes.&lt;br /&gt; The outfit I wore was not related to disco whatsoever. However I am wearing my infamous gold boots, teal leggings, a navy&amp;white man's thrifted sweater vest with a snug black cardigan on top (also thrifted). belt pale cream almost white with gold buckle- casa blanca. &lt;br /&gt;My hair is only up because it's still not in good shape. Don't know what's up.&lt;br /&gt;My earrings are my favorite earrings I have ever owned. Made by Rebecca, owner of venus Superstar in SF. They are bone, feather &amp; daggers on a delicate beautiful dangly rectangular link chain. She's in magazines &amp; Vivienne Westwood has used her jewelry before in photoshoots. &amp; she's the shit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of my mind tired. But I danced my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;love, &lt;br /&gt;LL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-9103331361750567754?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/9103331361750567754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=9103331361750567754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/9103331361750567754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/9103331361750567754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleep-sleep.html' title='sleep sleep'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7aa4X7h3DI/AAAAAAAAABo/16T9qe_fK8Q/s72-c/image.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-2383596160748073374</id><published>2008-02-14T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:28:31.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silkworms &amp; spiders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7Szd37h3BI/AAAAAAAAABY/o4nyDGQX64c/s1600-h/poe076a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7Szd37h3BI/AAAAAAAAABY/o4nyDGQX64c/s400/poe076a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166951998312012818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7SzeH7h3CI/AAAAAAAAABg/FNBlA2mvhTc/s1600-h/poe032a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7SzeH7h3CI/AAAAAAAAABg/FNBlA2mvhTc/s400/poe032a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166952002606980130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Clarke's prints make me salivate. I don't understand his composition skills, or even his print-making skills. Especially since I am now taking intaglio print-making I can appreciate it more. I am not sure what kind of print making proccess he used, I don't think its intaglio.&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Tennyson, 1809-1892&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silkworms and Spiders" by Charles Tennyson&lt;br /&gt;from Sonnets and Fugitive Pieces (Cambridge: B. Bridges, 1830).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The worm long fosters his transforming sleep,&lt;br /&gt; But claims th' unalienable life again,&lt;br /&gt; Which tho' it be but one, yet seemeth twain,&lt;br /&gt; The trance between is all so deadly-deep:&lt;br /&gt; The careful spider spreads before his lair&lt;br /&gt; The web, ygather'd near his filmy heart&lt;br /&gt; Withouten throes or any vital smart,&lt;br /&gt; And of his entrails makes his foes a snare:&lt;br /&gt; In both a mighty mystery resides,&lt;br /&gt; A truth, on whose developement they thrive;                  10&lt;br /&gt; One for the cravings of his life provides,&lt;br /&gt; One weaves himself another way to live;&lt;br /&gt; To search the secret is beyond our lore,&lt;br /&gt; And man must rest, till God doth furnish more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet this poem isn't about what you think its about.&lt;br /&gt;LL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-2383596160748073374?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/2383596160748073374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=2383596160748073374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/2383596160748073374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/2383596160748073374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2008/02/silkworms-spiders.html' title='silkworms &amp; spiders'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7Szd37h3BI/AAAAAAAAABY/o4nyDGQX64c/s72-c/poe076a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-490456885546759964</id><published>2008-02-12T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:28:31.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bjorn Copeland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7IdbX7h27I/AAAAAAAAAAo/G4kMzbcp6vA/s1600-h/(2)CoverPotential-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7IdbX7h27I/AAAAAAAAAAo/G4kMzbcp6vA/s400/(2)CoverPotential-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166224078664752050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7IddH7h28I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RJ5LY5jDAWE/s1600-h/(1)MoneyShot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7IddH7h28I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RJ5LY5jDAWE/s400/(1)MoneyShot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166224108729523138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7IdI37h26I/AAAAAAAAAAg/Oz2h0YUjeGc/s1600-h/(5)VerticalChange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7IdI37h26I/AAAAAAAAAAg/Oz2h0YUjeGc/s400/(5)VerticalChange.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166223760837172130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man is the shit.&lt;br /&gt;He is not only plays in Black Dice but is also creates pieces of hypnotic enticing art that boggle my mind and explode my brain. He also studied at RISD, which is where I have always wanted to go to graduate school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-490456885546759964?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/490456885546759964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=490456885546759964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/490456885546759964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/490456885546759964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2008/02/bjorn-copeland.html' title='Bjorn Copeland'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7IdbX7h27I/AAAAAAAAAAo/G4kMzbcp6vA/s72-c/(2)CoverPotential-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572565939311549148.post-2456809537425300391</id><published>2008-02-12T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:28:32.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone is doing it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7INmH7h25I/AAAAAAAAAAY/INowuymGI1c/s1600-h/l_06db3fef72a94ec6e3309c33ef0b80b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7INmH7h25I/AAAAAAAAAAY/INowuymGI1c/s400/l_06db3fef72a94ec6e3309c33ef0b80b7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166206671162301330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, what am I doing on yet another website? I remember growing up with the internet, yet still feeling some degree of guilt about extensive time spent on social networking sites/blogging sites. No more, these days it seems like internet personality is not only normal but a necessary faction of life, particularly if you are a person who makes things and wants them to be heard/seen/bought.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to treat this like a sketchbook. I'll post silly things that I like or silly things that I make (i.e. writing, art, design etc.) I might cross post to my various other sites,  but will &lt;br /&gt;probably keep most of the silliness to here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I just finished my portfolio for my fifth internship, many sleepless nights later, I feel some degree of accomplishment. I am applying to places in San Francisco again, as well as Seattle, NY &amp;amp; Boston.  Also part chimps which is an amazing band that also happens to be from London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572565939311549148-2456809537425300391?l=quelynda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/feeds/2456809537425300391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1572565939311549148&amp;postID=2456809537425300391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/2456809537425300391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572565939311549148/posts/default/2456809537425300391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelynda.blogspot.com/2008/02/everyone-is-doing-it.html' title='everyone is doing it.'/><author><name>que lynda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891187972625273149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7H_m37h23I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NT64ETx5ako/S220/l_81ad835c48af352a4cc791afa1ec40fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AdhcgAA-hNE/R7INmH7h25I/AAAAAAAAAAY/INowuymGI1c/s72-c/l_06db3fef72a94ec6e3309c33ef0b80b7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
