Selling Art Work

Well, my high school art teacher asked me if i wanted to put up my work that i turned in not to long ago in to the art gallery for sell. I agreed. I need the money but i don't want to part with my work. I feel like a child. I have only really put in at least a weeks worth of work in to the three pieces that i put in but still. They are the best i have done so far. 50% goes to the school to buy art supplies and the rest goes to me. I put them for 20 to 45 dollars if i sell all there at the minimum price i will get receiving 30 dollars the max i can get would be $67.50 which will be enough to get me what i want now. If i don't sell them, well at least i get the chance to put my work in a gallery and i can just tape my pieces back into my book. :$

i'm just nerves, thats all, Hopefully they don't sell

Thoughts thoughts thoughts...

In the last MONTH, nothing has been the same. Everything of my person has changed, for the better? I'm not sure. I have lost a lot but have gained none, just striped bare to my essential.

My so called "best friend" has left me for her other so called "best friends". I have literally deleted her out of my life, anything she have given me is in a box/ on its was to the box, under a rock in another planet. I have tried my everything to keep our dying friendship alive, but it takes two to make it. She just gave up. So i just picked up my eraser and destroyed any path left between her and I. The thing is, she is just stuck in the past, she wants to re leave those moments that have passed by and is so childish. I don't want to deal with that so good-bye Niki.

Ever since then i've tried to think of other friends that i have other than her. You know what came up, nothing. I went through my phone list my friends list on my myspace and face book account and nothing came to me. I could not call one of those friends and be like "hey man, lets go get some coffee" because i have lost all connection with the world. The only person that will stand by my side is Jane, my girlfriend.

I don't want to feel dependent on her for that might scare her away. But i dont want to push her away like i did to all my other friends by not talking to them. I like her A LOT. But how much can one person spend time with the one other person with out getting sick of them?

I hardly talk to my family and have a friend count of zero. A room filled with people you don't know is loads more emptier than being inside a sealed closet.
School is the same, i should put a little more focus into it seeing that the are all easy A classes. Work is not getting any better. After being there 1 year and 2 months they still treat me like a new bee. I been there longer than at least 65% of the people there. Its all has to do with my stupid age. Age is only a number huh? Forget that. I can't wait till i get out of there and rub it in the managers face letting them know that I am moving on to better things while they have to spend the rest of there lives in a dead end job like that.

If i'm not at school or don't have to work or stuck at home, I'm at some coffee house. Draw, reading, writing. I'm doing a lot of studying to get better and maybe eventually start painting. My grammar/spelling hasn't really gotten any better so maybe some more harder books and talking to uko would fix that. I also have a dusty guitar at home with a beginners book I have been itching to practice. Maybe I'll pick up the violin again. Oh! Plus i am striving to be a some what mediocre photographer. A D40 is sitting on my desk, loaned from the school, and i believe that the photos are getting better? Most of my subjects are jane tho :p. I have also picked up on some of my old hobbies and have been hitting the gym hard

So at least i have that going for me. Not like I am doing anything else. I feel as if I'm a dyeing race. I haven't found anyone, other than Jane, that share my common intreats. I have hard time connecting with some one who is not an artiest of some kind. I would rather much spend my time sit in silence than talk to some one about the latest gossip at our school, or be fuel for that drama.

I'll get of my soap box and go to bed, not like any one will ever read this any how. I just needed to get this of my chest. I have no friends, family can only help me so much, all i have is my self. Boy, do i hope i find some good friends soon :/

White Washed Walls

In my photo class we learned how to compose a 90 degree plus angle composition shot. I decided to do a 180 degree shot of my room with replications of myself. This is what i came out

Yes, it's a little out there but that how i was feeling at the time. I had to much coffee that afternoon, i JUST finished cleaning my room and had to turn in my little shitty d40 back to my teacher the fallowing day. Each person in the photo represents a different me, no, i am not schizophrenic, just not-in-the-right-mind at the moment. What does each person represent? You will never know:p

Monkey Dance

So i felt like it was time for a change. I was so sick of my fucken hair hair getting in my face. Fighting with it ever morning and having "bad hair days", so it all gone. Then end

First Video

Sure it not Picaso statues, bit its the silly shit that make you giggle. I think its more of inside jokes than anything xD.



more to come

i am going to try to get back into the motion of this whole blog thing again. Two friends and i are making some puppet shows in our Photo class souly because we have nothing better to do and our teacher doesn't give a fuck. The are amateur at best but still pretty funny. They will be up in a mater of days

Imagine: Your 8 years old, the only toys you have is the plastic bottle under your bed and the sand on the ground. Your best friend is you 15 year old sister that ignore you, but its better than getting pushed around by the other kids. There is no food on the table because your dad spent it all on alcohol, so you walk three miles on the dirt rode to you uncles house for dinner. A Stranger with long hair and funny cloths comes to visit you. He leaves you his most treasure piece, his rare heart-locket, promising to return soon. So you wait at this door, the door that keeps the bad poeple out and keeps that chain on your neck

i will never be the same
6.Aug.2009

Running Away

I will be gone form 2nd August to the 7th. My destination, The City of Silver, Zacatecas.<---this is not my work but of some unknown, but none the less i feel like the captured the beauty if the church

I will be there on a personal week, i will try to keep my photos and stories posted if there is any web access in the hotel or ranch that i will be staying at. I hope to recapture the memories i had as a kid on film and keep them as crystal clear forever. Sorry i didnt tell anyone that i was leaving. I wanted to keep this a secret, not like any one reads my blogs any how.

About Me

My Name is Santos Del Real and i am 17 years old. I hide in the tall grass were the sunflowers grow. Diligent worker is what you should classify me as, not these generic brands you kids like to do. The only thing important in my life is my education and my education alone. My four walls are filled with shelves filled with books filled with word that one of these day are going to teach me something worth while, oh yeah and i door. I spend countless hours sitting in front of a blank black book deciding wether to use pen or pencil, my headphones are practically glued to my ears and i do hate lawn mowers.

I am that kind that keeps to himself in his little desk but just as load as those crazy people down the street. I have a hard time lying to people and I'm to nice for my own good. My body is all ways sore but it seems to get better that morning of. I'd rather be there than here than here than there. Some times i confuse myself. You can always count on finding some silver on my body. Yes, i do have a job no, fuck your life, you cant have my money. People need to learn that its so much easier to get it if you say please and thank you. I'm sorry but i do have a lot of spelling error, but not to worry, I'm working on it as you read. I watch tv a little less than a blind dog, but just a tiny bit less. I can eat 12 glazed donuts in one sitting just give me the time and day. I do only weigh 54 kg. The metric system does make sense America. I spend half of my day half naked 25% of the year but only an eight on Wednesdays, do the math. Click, Print, Post, photos tell exactly 5724 words.

Just a little bit of my work, i need some were to put it xD. The pictures were taken 1 may 2009, so a hella long time ago. It was at Soma and the performer is the lead vocalist for Iresealedabearonce

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a run at the train

the funniest thing happened on the trian it was really packed so people has to sit really close to each other i sat infront of this one girl i didnt want for it to be awkward so i just stared out the window, but that didnt help she had a book in her lad with "RIP mom" engraved into it and a very elaborate sketched cross right below it and i looked up and noticed that she was looking at me ,her eyes they were green, so to not make it any more awkward than it all ready was i looked right back out side blushing, i have reason to believe that she was checking me out xDDDD i had my headphones in so i couldn't here anything, but eventually i got a tap on my knee cap, i took them of and looked up. She asked me what was in the book that was on my lap (just for like fyi,it was my sketch book, but you cant really tell because its just a plain black book with pieces of black tape all over it) so i aloud her to look into my book and she fliped through it she really liked my work and returned the book i ask her about her mother turns out her mom passed away when she was very little from a virus that killed her mom from the inside out, my guess was that she passed away from cancer so i asked the girl. it wasnt that they had no idea what it was when i looked into her face could trace a bit of sadness in her green eyes and apologized right away, embarrassed again. she said that it was all right and she just wished that she could remember her mom, all she has is stories from her family and pictures of her in albums i asked her if she was going to get that tattooed she said yes, she wanted to be a tattoo artiest i tolled her about how i wanted ginger bread men and a top hat on my fingers so that i could make them all dances she laughed, i think i made her pain go away for just that little moments she smile, i half smiled back my stop was fastly approaching so i told her so and the people who were next to the door moved out of my way ( i guess they were eas dropping into out conversation xD) but befor i left i told her my name was Santos Del Real hers was Sandy i smiled, she blushed it was just so sarin the way it all went down, it felt as if time stopped and i could breath for a second, that nothing else matters but that two short minutes of a conversation i have doubts that i will run into her again but it was a big slap in the face stop, and listen breath and live rejoices and prosper haha it was a good day:]

Little did i know that this movie was going to be crazy intense i pull the dick out of it case and all most pee me self. xD It kept me on the edge of my computer seat waiting for the next scene to play out, with twist and turns at ever corner it surely did feed my appetite for action. And with the last 10 minutes of the film tied up all of the lose strings and gave you a moment of "AHHA! Watch Shia LaBeouf and Michelle Monaghan go at it hand in hand with mans greatest creation.

Artist: Audrey Kawasaki

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Gah, i cant stop listening to this song, the duet in the end is killer between the lead singer and Juliet Simms, i cant even begin to believe her amazing voice





I'm a fan for life
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Artiest: Mark Ryden