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November 16, 2010
I am creating a self portrait in my Arts class. Mixed Media and the works. Paint. Pencil. Clay. String and old photographs and lined- paper drawings of girls with long hair and bird-cage bodies. I start whilst talking with the Punk Kid next to me. I begin to sketch, and then suddenly the eye of the girl is dead. I erase, but the eraser is cheap and leaves dark hole-deep smudges. I blink, and then grab a giant wad of tape and cover up half of her face. And glue red string, sewing her mouth shut. Punk stares.