you cant kill heroes

and we'll never have to listen to anyone about anything , when the hours become minutes and im seconds away,we take what we can get.........Ur just jealous,and theres one thing and i can do nothing about. spending all your nights growing old in ur bed, its over....just jealous cuz we;re young and inlove and well never have to listen to anyone or anythingITS OVER, retrace the steps as if we forgot.  fight for your existence fading like the stars we use to be and it just dont matter now i gave you everythign you ever dreamed of, doll you have the world in your hands, you will feel better, it wont go away, youll feel better i feel numb i cant breathe, little by little....why am i really here.  go analogue baby, youre so post modern, im proud of my life and the things that i have done, i wanted you with me.  nov 25.ur living a lie your life is living a lie. i am the bracelet you sport, i dont think i can talk becausee im not very stable right now.  smoke that fills the air.  the months they dont matter, its the days i cant take.  i dont see what anyone can see in anyone else.  and remind them once again, that you cant kill heroes.

Emily, what do you "do"?

I work to combine more recognizable landscape with the physicality of my abstraction in order to create a visual depiction of a psychological state.  I have spent time analyzing the parallel between landscape and the inter workings of a person. I use weather and atmosphere as a language and analogy to societal change and uncertainty.  The notion of uncertainty as a psychological state of a person has been a main focus behind each of my pieces 

Central New York, How I Will Miss You When Im Gone

When my alarm went off at 630am this morning I rolled over with an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion, per usual.  I went to go grab my cell phone, again per usual because clearly I had to see if there was anyone who needed to talk to me in the 5.5 hours I was dormit from my phone and sleeping.  Surly enough there where two messages.  One from my mother in response to the messages she found on her phone from me as i pondered life at 130am.  The other from the SUNY Cortland alert system, informing me that classes will be on delay until 10am due to weather.  At this point i just thanked god, rolled back over and went to sleep after setting my alarm again for 8am.  When 8am rolled around I slowed began to rise from the dead.  To my surprise I found a "Shit Ton!" of snow outside.  I sat thinking to myself, ok.. Im from the Rochester/Buffalo area..I knowwww snow, and I cannot think of a time where I was truly snowed in.  This is probably because my driving career has been a whopping 7 years.  But in any event I thought it would be a good morning post to share, with my six followers on my blog, my morning and my almost completely non visible, 1999 chevy cav 4 door white third car in from your right, view from my window.  Oh how I will miss central New York when I leave. I will now make a pot of coffee and watch the news. Ahh relaxation.  Thank You Precipitation!

Small Studies

These are two smaller studies that i have been playing around with.  In these two paintings there is a stronger sense of identifiable landscape and perspective.  Although they are more identifiable as landscape there are also questionable aspects within the space.  I am now working on a way to incorporate a more identifiable landscape and perspective while still keeping the physicality and abstraction that has been so successful in previous works.  My hope is that with the culmination of these qualities I will be able to achieve the expression of a psychological state that will differ in each piece.

a few of my previous paintings.....

Week #2 most recent painting-in progress