tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87769061550488463222024-02-20T01:40:08.691-08:00SJSU Paris 2009A blog following the adventures of the SJSU Animation/Illustration students through Paris in 2009!John Clapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317586756843716284noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-89164354632796637142009-07-12T02:34:00.000-07:002009-07-12T03:24:02.095-07:00I've just realized I've been abandoning the blog, especially with posting my favorite sketchbook pages, etc. Most of the people in my group probably know this by now, but coming back was pretty tough for me; even now that it's been almost two weeks since our return, the trip is still fresh in my mind, and to be completely honest, I've probably not felt this way since leaving home. The big city atmosphere was more than a nice change, it was like reliving childhood, in a sense, or having to learn to ride a car after the bike: a familiar thrill. It's weird, but the smallest things are the biggest reminders, like still making typos when I write (Qs and As the most), looking at some of the photos, and even the sketchbook... And as for the sketchbook, my expectations were, for the most part, totally different from the outcome: I remember even before planning to go to Paris, I thought the sketchbook I'd bring back would be a kind of masterpiece, each page overbrimming with architecture and famous places and people, and would be something so unforgettably beautiful, I'd pass it on as a family heirloom. Realistically ...while there, I was sometimes thrown off by the assignments, sometimes took too long on one page, but 99% of the time just walked around, sometimes aimlessly and other times hopelessly lost! (I still remember having to run through Chatelet or running around looking for the nearest bus station when the metro shut down; now - some of my fondest memories). By that time I expected an artistic miracle to happen by the end of my sketchbook (which by that time got to be too heavy to carry around, so I wasn't feeling too friendly toward it anyway), but in the end nothing impressive happened. I tried to cheer myself up, and bought a nice little compact book at Sennelier, a good investment that could handle pencil and marker and watercolor and industrial strength acrylics, pretty much all you could think of (but in the end was strong enough for light washes and not much else). I decided to leave it for later, but started it on the plane to Dublin anyway; it's still the one I use right now. And what a difference! I guess the change I was expecting all this time ended up happening only after Paris. Can't say I'm disappointed: after all, it's better than nothing; and I suppose there had to be a "sinking in" period to properly sprout the necessary creativity. All it proves is that Paris won't leave us for much longer than we expected! Kira Forminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04950068806946781807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-69014238862213606542009-07-08T17:46:00.000-07:002009-07-08T17:51:31.469-07:00Mission accomplished!Looking back at the pics, I thought this is worth mentioning. Kira and I visited Pere Lachaise Cemetery on June 22, and...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvdvTU4x2yIYlC5yB4BKRDf8HhssfIn2q49Hmgj-uS_EemjexE7ISNgmGbu7fvGCFyqQwkv99i4pBCpvT7Umids1F_mhbsZjfD1szxmUcS1Dot5ac8PUDjvwFP_EN7Hyelq42aER9SsdQl/s1600-h/DSC06922.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvdvTU4x2yIYlC5yB4BKRDf8HhssfIn2q49Hmgj-uS_EemjexE7ISNgmGbu7fvGCFyqQwkv99i4pBCpvT7Umids1F_mhbsZjfD1szxmUcS1Dot5ac8PUDjvwFP_EN7Hyelq42aER9SsdQl/s320/DSC06922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356255853600571202" /></a>...we kissed Oscar Wilde's grave!Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07044807442163490651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-59521711306483510932009-07-08T13:33:00.000-07:002009-07-08T13:42:39.640-07:00I cannot find the cable to connect my camera to my laptop!!! ARGGHH. I will post the pages soon... I may have to borrow someone's equipment. I recently shared my sketchbook and photos with my Mom and bro and I have found things that I like about my sketchbook that I didn't notice before. I can see a shift... in thinking. Although it happened right at the end so there isn't as much evidence as I'd like there to be. Damn I miss Paris already!!<br /><br />Kim Akimberdinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08802384489552600523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-83491845541638502652009-07-04T00:05:00.000-07:002009-07-04T00:37:54.829-07:00pagesfinally got around to getting images of 5 sketchbook pages i thought are cool. I am sorry they are photographs, and kinda blurry at times, i don't have my scanner yet..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7AyAOoVXcKLBM5_GqepNR7LEcqaE2PlRup649tRzgakW14Fu1rEFzpNUoHisCyg8pTQp4HU6qXGtkpAqwE5_Ggn8KMov3USNm5thAS1ziHyhKCAjye2Hq_jFUqjjDi7UwKImUfEqYVds/s1600-h/DSC01674.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7AyAOoVXcKLBM5_GqepNR7LEcqaE2PlRup649tRzgakW14Fu1rEFzpNUoHisCyg8pTQp4HU6qXGtkpAqwE5_Ggn8KMov3USNm5thAS1ziHyhKCAjye2Hq_jFUqjjDi7UwKImUfEqYVds/s400/DSC01674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354500560471406178" border="0" /></a>this is the page on which i took notes for the entire class. maybe the notes are not as useful anymore but i think it looks pretty neat.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw0_R_A7HyXoC97VyN9mwGyXsC-Ju8COFbb3qL9G64krvIgWvdlJJNZVgNl6hsAHU7cs6GrsjduEpujzfhp36zcPGkm4bOU72lI-xJSpVaMJzOAfdn2WbNZlQstKSn9a-6D_Bd1iGjyRfO/s1600-h/DSC01676.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw0_R_A7HyXoC97VyN9mwGyXsC-Ju8COFbb3qL9G64krvIgWvdlJJNZVgNl6hsAHU7cs6GrsjduEpujzfhp36zcPGkm4bOU72lI-xJSpVaMJzOAfdn2WbNZlQstKSn9a-6D_Bd1iGjyRfO/s400/DSC01676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354501191274159858" border="0" /></a>here is the hot potato spread in my sketchbook. it may have been explained, but if you don't know, its basically a game of tag where people swap sketchbooks and draw in each others. the only thing i actually drew on this spread is the red bull on the right side of the spread.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7dbtShbNM8xkPaNGyfmFvKNWwLg75a-naOJDvxNErfXRp3ElUE7eiwY3K_MljLLB0HKFe18g3OuNlTtsFS-i3xPoT6ozvkAei6rGcCbmluu6uthrxSFRrwXzmr1-T3-O9YKDCopVuFBJr/s1600-h/DSC01678.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7dbtShbNM8xkPaNGyfmFvKNWwLg75a-naOJDvxNErfXRp3ElUE7eiwY3K_MljLLB0HKFe18g3OuNlTtsFS-i3xPoT6ozvkAei6rGcCbmluu6uthrxSFRrwXzmr1-T3-O9YKDCopVuFBJr/s400/DSC01678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354502172470483490" border="0" /></a>This was a 4 hr drawing early one Sunday morning watching the sun rise. not really that creative but i like it anyway.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0jqsBlHpZ4PAL38MfaUWb5hBu89eyWsbtBKbTPneGzBI2sfTab0MwN5O505HThtCXNYJasgBM9c_dQ3w9zKj9pt5J65wWjBxP7jtRwAQpQyk38tSVogn8bmReKR_UFmxdHJqRTbJUraeC/s1600-h/DSC01680.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0jqsBlHpZ4PAL38MfaUWb5hBu89eyWsbtBKbTPneGzBI2sfTab0MwN5O505HThtCXNYJasgBM9c_dQ3w9zKj9pt5J65wWjBxP7jtRwAQpQyk38tSVogn8bmReKR_UFmxdHJqRTbJUraeC/s400/DSC01680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354502794974554402" border="0" /></a>Funny story, a few of us were laying around the gardens outside the Louvre when i saw this guy in a full suit with brief case charging across the grass like a man on a mission. He then finds a spot in the sun and in record time takes off all his clothes and knocks out. he is the one in the square frames.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_fyTmUKiPoCJwhKPuLnYUdm1Mpko5XlAcbg8iWJL1a0sCuE1-shcZJz25kXftr2qy2Y0DY-gCMvWpQH8aIMd2VkgHtxha5kPZl3c80hOb6hS2F6t67Zo2JY6MILNku1rg4gdOua0lnrs/s1600-h/DSC01681.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_fyTmUKiPoCJwhKPuLnYUdm1Mpko5XlAcbg8iWJL1a0sCuE1-shcZJz25kXftr2qy2Y0DY-gCMvWpQH8aIMd2VkgHtxha5kPZl3c80hOb6hS2F6t67Zo2JY6MILNku1rg4gdOua0lnrs/s400/DSC01681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354503089781292674" border="0" /></a>One of the 15 pages, i like this one because its kinda silly. The brownish haze is a burn mark i made by putting my sketch book over a toaster for a bit. The heat toasted the intended page but went through a few more pages though i did not intend it to. kinda neat haze though.<br /><br /><br />There are still plenty of things i want to try in my Paris sketchbook so i think i will keep adding to it as i have a number of empty pages left. Maybe ill post some more.Corwin Herse Woohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12525035687433136979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-29068712854647423822009-07-02T11:45:00.000-07:002009-07-02T12:04:46.351-07:00Is this the end?I am back home and trying to adapt to my regular life again. I had such a wonderful time on this trip, not only seeing Paris, but also getting to know such wonderful people. I have so many memories from our adventures that I will treasure forever and I loved getting to know you all better.<br /><br />Thank you to John, Kim K, Kim A, Nikita, Corwin, Clam, Gus, Kira, Yung-Han, Tiffany, Priscilla, Sarah, Mark, and Lain for making this a great experience.<br /><br />Here's some of my favorite sketchbook pages from the trip.<br />See you all again soon.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia7UYNtmizyLKOP57-CUkp4QZQ1QVIrDt1bXRc3EG0el8lR9Svl49DeedYKBYnW0yBIXvfjz4YqtCjquV6hP_SF1wwymKEyj8O80sS4xmY7KXglGtI_qiMU-UFf8Qj_D6so7T4INpgwUB4/s1600-h/longdrawing2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia7UYNtmizyLKOP57-CUkp4QZQ1QVIrDt1bXRc3EG0el8lR9Svl49DeedYKBYnW0yBIXvfjz4YqtCjquV6hP_SF1wwymKEyj8O80sS4xmY7KXglGtI_qiMU-UFf8Qj_D6so7T4INpgwUB4/s320/longdrawing2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353939263182386978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhisbTOsAUij1-TVdMeKyObdK9jBEIFrfp3IPW5VB4nYd9Tm_FTonhnaaEnnN2Sk1cLE7b2K56a1i_2OL_jE4EMAplZGTfkAXoYD_MbXBkAR9cV-SrUsxs5KbSlu_jaJnXSkI8YP4EOqDDE/s1600-h/longdrawing1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI8HGoI7unWUE72XxEPsrGwg8mrNTSem88dD5lWlq-ENZVNIfMCqpNbDpGuazzxlJh7G4deyB8by0XB_gIz_VgAzqunb76TciODtgjLWXsicknngEXSfWKTsjTgjL4oGSu_j5m6iXK0fv4/s320/timeline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353939503237183010" border="0" /></a>Leann Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15178035387495227708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-76265169598340390202009-07-01T20:18:00.000-07:002009-07-01T20:35:25.766-07:00Favorite Pages and last assignmentSo now that I am back in the comfort of my own home and have a computer that doesn't freak out on my (I'm looking at you computer lab) here are some of my favorite pages from my sketch book.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYd5rZ3tmr-yE4V1IwnvByg9BtRwWzGBQAn1tpSRA_xmbS8cfE1oQxhYugj26cPCcOc_lhkzgrvIc1VZZWB6skODv5ueURuXy6gzpMXewrQ2dT6N7e4wNTJO1PH1yHV8zPH5GY0fD5PKN/s1600-h/IMG_5676.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYd5rZ3tmr-yE4V1IwnvByg9BtRwWzGBQAn1tpSRA_xmbS8cfE1oQxhYugj26cPCcOc_lhkzgrvIc1VZZWB6skODv5ueURuXy6gzpMXewrQ2dT6N7e4wNTJO1PH1yHV8zPH5GY0fD5PKN/s320/IMG_5676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353700375432970050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5nkBv9gH2FJYwIsfzNqll4NzslBPMzKE-p6KS3Dsq1znTbY18u765ukpfhRCUKP7NSke4GFzumepHMtj05CBBzQz_0k-neHBvFAbueFZ1Mh_Rb9PmxEMhlT4_im87J6R8EvexWg9oZrw/s1600-h/IMG_5680.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5nkBv9gH2FJYwIsfzNqll4NzslBPMzKE-p6KS3Dsq1znTbY18u765ukpfhRCUKP7NSke4GFzumepHMtj05CBBzQz_0k-neHBvFAbueFZ1Mh_Rb9PmxEMhlT4_im87J6R8EvexWg9oZrw/s320/IMG_5680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353700550924817474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmI5jciHq6YF6ZdBpruZwE3QlHT6c6fU2jr0Bj9dSAqDYNJk-uc6015Jh15dTYWiv08PViDdhQKAg4_8vceFmgvcCIVrQ2JV4BkaoBJS_u3KHumnp9x8djueioxgwNiiFytlF1Ipk3jel/s1600-h/IMG_1624.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmI5jciHq6YF6ZdBpruZwE3QlHT6c6fU2jr0Bj9dSAqDYNJk-uc6015Jh15dTYWiv08PViDdhQKAg4_8vceFmgvcCIVrQ2JV4BkaoBJS_u3KHumnp9x8djueioxgwNiiFytlF1Ipk3jel/s320/IMG_1624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353700768710955154" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and last but not least this is my answer for the final assignment John<br /><br /><br />"Ok, so this is how it happened."<br /><br />more post to come<br /><br />-MarkMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13179212585497631064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-37469612758780219172009-07-01T17:59:00.000-07:002009-07-01T18:38:36.276-07:00Lost Chronicles: Gus, I, and Versailles<div style="text-align: center;">A post about a story not documented by photos or other witnesses<br /><br />Versailles<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv6uAUPh8lwhgd0I8y2Xx1MSvdOfEh0avbOWGUWIuJ0HprafoQlnIG-9NzG3P7-VuEJiwwV9kOT-SG_rExBppTNrwUSaGejwzjOHGs3OYMGwLnKY-B0M6XzmXsf_yGJjD0oQeD1Drbdy8/s1600-h/versaille.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv6uAUPh8lwhgd0I8y2Xx1MSvdOfEh0avbOWGUWIuJ0HprafoQlnIG-9NzG3P7-VuEJiwwV9kOT-SG_rExBppTNrwUSaGejwzjOHGs3OYMGwLnKY-B0M6XzmXsf_yGJjD0oQeD1Drbdy8/s320/versaille.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353661436579167826" border="0" /></a>(photo by Leann)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">This is a first hand account of an adventure Gus and I had visiting Versailles. We got there early in the morning to avoid huge crowds of tourist. I was impressed when I first saw the gardens. The fact that it was empty of tourist and lit with cool morning sun made the view a grand spectacle. But man, these gardens were HUGE!!!! HUGE!!!! It's possible to see from the photo, but starring out to the Versailles gardens, the horizon line is not even the end of the gardens. Although we came in a group of four, Kira and Leann were separated from Gus and I when an old man jogger gave us two a little tour of the gardens. It was about 9:30am and Gus and I could not find Kira or Leann. We decided to meet them at Marie Antoinette's house since we were all planning to go there. We didn't grab a map because we figured it was easy to find. And it should have been, but little did we know that Gus and I would spend the next few hours lost walking the gardens. We passed the main gardens of Versailles which contained many impressive statues and fountains and ended up walking to the outskirts of the garden. The outskirts of the garden is like a giant man-made forest. There were no maps, and no people except for the occassional joggers. Gus and I figured we weren't lost because it was still early in the morning and the tourist hadn't showed up yet. We found a snail and made marks in the grounds as indicaters of our guesses to where it would be in a few hours. As we continued to walk further into the gardens, our search for Marie's house became less confident. The paths in the forest were long, and we couldn't really see past the trees so we were searching for the house aimlessly with no idea to where the house could be. We walked and walked. After a couple hours we stumbled into a supermarket. I thought it was odd to put a supermarket in the middle of the Versailles gardens but we used it to gather refreshments and we asked a lady if she knew where the house was located. She looked at us confusingly and then told us that we were not in the gardens anymore. It so happened that Gus and I walked so far we had accidentally exited the gardens!!! She told us to go back and turn left as soon as we reentered the gardens but she lied!!! We went left but we couldn't find it!!! So again we walked aimlesslyin search for the house. We were tired and we were lost and we were slowly going insane because we had no food! I was about to crack when we stumbled into the marking we made hours ago (mr. snail was nowhere to be seen). The markings saved us, and we finally started recognizing our surroundings. We didn't care about the house, we just wanted to get back to main gardens, to where people were. But eventually found the house and finally got something to eat. The gardens were now packed with tourist and the sunlight was hot. I checked the time and it was about 1:30pm meaning we were lost for nearly 4 hours! I think Gus and I got to see a part of Versailles that not many get to see. It wasn't the coolest thing ever, but it sure was an adventure!<br /></div></div>Chris Lamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13276511059046035924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-74026745838468254192009-07-01T16:59:00.000-07:002009-07-01T17:39:55.627-07:00Paris Chronicles: Best Memory<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Fete de la Musique has got to be it. The day we finished the official class happened to be the day of the Parisian annual festival. During the day, various musical artists and bands come out to the streets of Paris and perform for the public. By the evening, every street in central Paris was occupied by musicians. You could literally watch a free concert by children with guitars and walk 100 feet to a brass band performing familiar tunes. Music was everywhere!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszX7f1LInZIQ3FxxSjpnr0BWwSdFEvhA6H8Aoyl9Yi26z6pXyG_rCbFUgN9Gsln8WeD3-EOHHGRTKv_UF3Wf4gOEAmNyF6gWPVVUFtkV5aRqhp6eaSvQ-NXsFw4yCBleQ8smkrSbDxB8/s1600-h/fdlm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszX7f1LInZIQ3FxxSjpnr0BWwSdFEvhA6H8Aoyl9Yi26z6pXyG_rCbFUgN9Gsln8WeD3-EOHHGRTKv_UF3Wf4gOEAmNyF6gWPVVUFtkV5aRqhp6eaSvQ-NXsFw4yCBleQ8smkrSbDxB8/s320/fdlm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353648181365380066" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhM2ip6ufK26JPPSjDLR8yipMnmQFYjjOfbFn40Me1jRD7-L7Naecc_Q76hdsogsXz184U_kjzpF5imxjmVF6S8G5hyphenhyphenbO4XY7nNoAAKfh2uMvpzUv1q7cJjwX99js0lGNS3Z8COf8TPQ/s1600-h/fdlm2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhM2ip6ufK26JPPSjDLR8yipMnmQFYjjOfbFn40Me1jRD7-L7Naecc_Q76hdsogsXz184U_kjzpF5imxjmVF6S8G5hyphenhyphenbO4XY7nNoAAKfh2uMvpzUv1q7cJjwX99js0lGNS3Z8COf8TPQ/s320/fdlm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353648171767515906" border="0" /></a>(Above are photos I stole from Leann and are two examples of event)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">What made this evening my best memory of Paris was the atmosphere of the festival and how our crew of 14 contributed towards its hype. After dinner, our group met outside a cafe that happened to be hosting a DJ. There were giant speakers blasting electronica dance music and lasers were shooting into the streets. Some of us began to sway to the music, and by the time all 14 of us met outside the cafe, we formed a dance circle with all our backpacks and purses in the middle so no one could steal them. The funny thing was that everyone around us weren't dancing but watching us in amusement. The DJ himself was amused and took pictures of our group dancing without a care in the world. When he handed us fliers we screamed for no reason... haha! Our circle got wilder and wilder and tourist around us were filming us and taking pictures. Soon three french girls asked to enter our circle and they danced with us a bit. After they left I noticed that more people watching us were beginning to let loose and dance. As more and more people began to join the festivity, our circle was engulfed with dancing tourist and parisians alike. We ended our dance circle with a Shrunkenheadman clap (which inspired others to do the same haha) and then we left the dancing barricade of people that we created. Look what a bunch of kids from California can start. That was truly a night I will never forget!<br /></div></div>Chris Lamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13276511059046035924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-80509867299033255412009-07-01T15:28:00.000-07:002009-07-01T16:12:19.977-07:00le famille<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLmqHJTk_tepqmFFIsqHJ1q2s81ReMwjkILIbfsK7TTgO3dXNHAf3sO-fvRM2NmLRGwwTcIgbDWCNVGI_9BoWyRwSBT8NxJR1czMcBmGIZ7Fk0AZbuRNKTzxWNhNVIiPwCN8VpSshr9dz/s1600-h/DSC07123_t.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLmqHJTk_tepqmFFIsqHJ1q2s81ReMwjkILIbfsK7TTgO3dXNHAf3sO-fvRM2NmLRGwwTcIgbDWCNVGI_9BoWyRwSBT8NxJR1czMcBmGIZ7Fk0AZbuRNKTzxWNhNVIiPwCN8VpSshr9dz/s320/DSC07123_t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353622828119320306" /></a><br /><center>At Houston's flight back to SFO. <br />You all rock; thanks for the best Paris trip ever.</center>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07044807442163490651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-26177769716065265612009-06-29T19:10:00.000-07:002009-06-29T19:11:16.854-07:00i'm not ready yet...to say "good-bye" to Paris...<br /><br /><br />yung-hanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-817716151479794452009-06-29T14:00:00.000-07:002009-06-29T14:07:16.603-07:00Well what can I say? The days are done, the time has come. We will be on a plane heading home in a few hours. Living in Paris for a month has been by far the most useful event in my life. I've learned some life lessons and learned a lot about how I learn and think. It was a very cool growing up kind of transition. When I get a chance I'll post an entry with some pictures, but here's to Paris, good night folks.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Come fly with me, lets fly lets fly away</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If you can use, some exotic booze</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Theres a bar in far bombay</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Come fly with me, well fly well fly away</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Come fly with me, lets float down to peru</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In lama land, theres a one man band</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And hell toot his flute for you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Come fly with me, well float down in the blue</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Once I get you up there, where the air is rarefied</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Well just glide, starry eyed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Once I get you up there, Ill be holding you so near</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You may here, angels cheer - because were together</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Weather wise its such a lovely day</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You just say the words, and well beat the birds</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Down to acapulco bay</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Its perfect, for a flying honeymoon - they say</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Come fly with me, well fly well fly away</span><br /><br />-NikitaNikita Tarandukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02496625409198692507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-84069463376544298152009-06-29T07:02:00.000-07:002009-07-08T13:42:09.899-07:00Its done. Tomorrow morning we leave this amazing city. I am looking forward to tonight because it is the last evening out with everyone. We are all going to dinner at a restaurant that John recommended and it is the final expense I can afford. This journey has been completely worth every cent, even with the exchange rate. I hope our little Paris family stays together... I told everyone we should have potluck dinners together in the states like we did here. Yung-Han called it PASTA HELL!!! The name stuck. We might not serve pasta because we are all sick of it, but I will definitely be missing everyone when we get back home.<br /><br />Kim Akimberdinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08802384489552600523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-11824590269479704952009-06-27T10:48:00.000-07:002009-06-27T11:22:00.095-07:00Night AdventuresIt is Saturday and I am so sad. Our flight leaves on Tuesday morning. The first week we were here it felt like two, but this last week flew by. I feel like there is still so much to do. it's probably a good thing we're coming home though, since I'm just about out of money.<br />Yesterday I went to the catacombs and touched dead people. (hehehe) then later that night a few of us went up the Eiffel Tower. The city looks really beautiful at night. We were on it when it started twinkling at 11pm.<br />But the best thing EVER was on thursday night there was a lightning storm. It was around 2am and everyone was going to bed when I saw the sky light up outside my window. It had been raining earlier with a bit of lightning, but not too much. So I grabbed a jacket and went outside to watch. It wasn't raining so I just layed in this big empty field behind the main building. The sky was purply-black and the clouds were orange from the light polution. I layed out there for 45 minutes to an hour and just watched it. I've never seen so much lightning in my life. A bit of the sky lit up every few seconds and I never had to wait longer then a minute for the next lightning bolt. After every lightning flash there would be a few seconds of silence, then the thunder!- The thunder was so loud it sounded like someone was dropping boulders down the stairs to heaven, or huge waves crushing ships against clifs in the sky. Some of the lightning happened above the clouds so that they lit up white for a second, but others happened right before my eyes so I could still see them when I blinked. Some were quick little flashes and others were frighteningly monsterous. It was so great! I kept telling myself, "ok, just one more then I'll go in and go to bed." But then I'd see one and want to stay more. When I finally went inside I was walking up the stairs to my room when a big one lit up the sky right outside the window; followed imediatly by thunder. Then I heard people on the street screech and saw them start to run from the fat rain drops. I left the window in my room open so I could listen to it as i fell asleep. I didnt know it could storm like that. I wish we had stoms like that in California. (i mean if it weren't for the brush fires)<br />sad to be leaving<br />sarahAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-65989920462918619612009-06-27T10:45:00.000-07:002009-07-02T17:08:37.396-07:00Tiffany's Sketchbook spreads<small>Forgive my double-posting...</small><br /><br />Today Sarah and I went shopping around Paris because everything's on sale around this time :) Beautiful weather. My last few days will be hunting for souvenirs and one last attempt to Giverny (I took that day off as I was sick).<br /><br />Here I exit with <s>camera-shots</s> scans of some spreads I did during Paris. Though the trip is coming to an end, it's only the beginning of a new journey in art. The class has helped me mature a lot in how to approach creating art and become more intelligent, and I'm extremely thankful for John for selecting us all for it. 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it was a nice contrast from Paris, and I enjoyed experiencing the Irish culture, especially being curious about everything (what I learned to do from the class). Pubs, Irish music, and green everywhere! Two major sites we visited were the Guinness Storehouse and the Malahide Castle. Here are few pictures from the trip.<br /><br /><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0iddbPhXHmrDdUFH8XF2jnUz2z3UgWhFMc6xzjXu1zJvs4Eeelui5WX-PgXJpTgs1qKy5lDLyIyVIFQrbzq7vwJu93QfwT8MSVCmxqoArTQl-fep30-ywPaFc8MAp-o-70OZeKUdDDhRf/s1600-h/DSC07048.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0iddbPhXHmrDdUFH8XF2jnUz2z3UgWhFMc6xzjXu1zJvs4Eeelui5WX-PgXJpTgs1qKy5lDLyIyVIFQrbzq7vwJu93QfwT8MSVCmxqoArTQl-fep30-ywPaFc8MAp-o-70OZeKUdDDhRf/s200/DSC07048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351769551027798690" /></a> (1)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirRKBegV8Cax5oAfTo0f4-gtssSNYP_yz-mdSauEKinnTYvwGOqrgpR3SXEXkE3ARk0MgmyD_s9lJjxC8wlPti9ovuDwCc_aRrOLe5EHGtAP5UzXeezn2ZISSYkUahaMtuOQrz7nSqX8w8/s1600-h/DSC07049.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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our apartment was adjacent to it.<br />(2) Abbey St., I believe...<br />(3) Part of St. Stephens Green<br />(4) Malahide Castle outside of Dublin<br />(5) There is almost always live Irish music in the pubs!Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07044807442163490651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-72711232150534785452009-06-22T11:26:00.001-07:002009-06-22T11:36:38.423-07:00Results of Paris 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTcKPYg8UNhoGH4mneQDKkd3D4vmYB1O5s2OJGcfcfHnRJWAmLD2NMyMyNjhE0D57ZXbqgP61juAKusKB9zY2ofMbyMqLz0DBbOrfMwFDpCk3Df0_vzmXGwXiP43o-tAzjlMf8IZYp-w/s1600-h/P1010943.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTcKPYg8UNhoGH4mneQDKkd3D4vmYB1O5s2OJGcfcfHnRJWAmLD2NMyMyNjhE0D57ZXbqgP61juAKusKB9zY2ofMbyMqLz0DBbOrfMwFDpCk3Df0_vzmXGwXiP43o-tAzjlMf8IZYp-w/s320/P1010943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350222399244477250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitq0-zhDIkU0q6mm7Qn3ymYVPrLLBqGCi9Vm1QbyUfMKQ2M65d9My9LL9il6bMiOzkVBshN_0M0rh3BDGaslZHuRGxUGyS-qcZYd1doXKNTf5cyuypw3Efarn-nDMOEHcLTn1UBBCoTsM/s1600-h/P1010942.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTb8jWSTJ91C_EfFlYIW70FLGbpQsFeMTSsEQtnyFFdCdvR_7PErYRfZCnSZs-tLyXwy_2W_VE3I-Esl3qBNVzrO9GW4WpNEiuJNlqMKtWpvVcnCnkJKi94YG90U8ZPElJnwWPlndUNHg/s320/P1010940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350222382475721954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGqWtiynoKnJ_4RYXrTekYTuIq9K-SHWCL_Y7WrVMLTXApgNDLLnuSwinE8R7YK9R8PQ-Aak-98OK0fUJ3wW3OxMxbZZ5Ye_oYNf15fbmHKvN6yApvP4iHGJtXCJ61lhGLtr2jD6bHwE/s1600-h/P1010938.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGqWtiynoKnJ_4RYXrTekYTuIq9K-SHWCL_Y7WrVMLTXApgNDLLnuSwinE8R7YK9R8PQ-Aak-98OK0fUJ3wW3OxMxbZZ5Ye_oYNf15fbmHKvN6yApvP4iHGJtXCJ61lhGLtr2jD6bHwE/s320/P1010938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350222379298229842" border="0" /></a>blogspot always puts images out of order! Keep sketching guys, we still got 8 more days in Paris!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Chris Lamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13276511059046035924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-87665041947732806662009-06-22T11:08:00.001-07:002009-06-22T11:16:14.311-07:00Yung-Han's Sketchbook Page<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h45VcpYD2-Q/Sj_KHA3yg7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/NGtaFwHmmYY/s1600-h/sketchbook_page.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h45VcpYD2-Q/Sj_KHA3yg7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/NGtaFwHmmYY/s320/sketchbook_page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350217104181330866" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I cannot believe that the class is over...<br /><br /><br /></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-15095923404122091132009-06-21T05:52:00.000-07:002009-06-21T05:58:18.315-07:00Fathers dayEven though we are all on the other side of the globe I and the rest of the class like to say Happy Fathers day dads of the group.<br /><br />Nikita and I also took what little time we had on the Normandy trip to shoot a little something something for our dads back in the states enjoy.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVT5XdVsjCk">Nikita's Video</a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PtTSCOqW-ps&feature=channel_page">My Video</a><br /><br />Thats it for now, time for some food and another adventure.<br /><br />-MarkMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13179212585497631064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-63687242064906203612009-06-21T05:51:00.000-07:002009-06-21T06:17:48.025-07:00Saddly, we're done.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiiMzq3Ft2atG5I7I5mKn1o-tLfU2Pv85jjjSYRBDwKBpnoQlKOys2uBUPg2rn2R25JNSLWJcboNHisOaH2CQjda8Dc5Hfnwy655ecTUX8SWrbMazsadyySUtKsd875D1VK8drfGgK7c/s1600-h/Newkimk+001.jpg">Wow, the class is done and it all went by way too fast. I'm leaving Paris tomorrow for Germany and Switzerland, but then coming back a few days before we take off. I'm looking forward to traveling, but there is so much to see in Paris, and 3 weeks alone doesn't cover everything. However, this city is addictive and it is proposterous to say I'm never coming back. I told John that coming here is like hitting the jackpot with all the top of the line artwork in museums, architecture, and even live performances. I'm about to leave for the fete de la musique, where there is supposed to be bands and steet performers on every corner in the center of the city! I'm anxious to see the musical variety Paris has to offer. I gotta wrap this up, but here are some spreads I did in my sketchbook during the class:</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiiMzq3Ft2atG5I7I5mKn1o-tLfU2Pv85jjjSYRBDwKBpnoQlKOys2uBUPg2rn2R25JNSLWJcboNHisOaH2CQjda8Dc5Hfnwy655ecTUX8SWrbMazsadyySUtKsd875D1VK8drfGgK7c/s1600-h/Newkimk+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiiMzq3Ft2atG5I7I5mKn1o-tLfU2Pv85jjjSYRBDwKBpnoQlKOys2uBUPg2rn2R25JNSLWJcboNHisOaH2CQjda8Dc5Hfnwy655ecTUX8SWrbMazsadyySUtKsd875D1VK8drfGgK7c/s320/Newkimk+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349766668115957666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF9PTG7JoAXB6amu13mjBwsJuioCTSsN2Yu_Stf12fGUjOiYmx82J2vPyZmT5bMJmK9he2JchZPbY8GQWz44WQDUgOm5VdyHsao5Lg3kx_FBr8Khev3QhV-t9yqV9vAuVlRSZk1M_tNis/s1600-h/Newkimk+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF9PTG7JoAXB6amu13mjBwsJuioCTSsN2Yu_Stf12fGUjOiYmx82J2vPyZmT5bMJmK9he2JchZPbY8GQWz44WQDUgOm5VdyHsao5Lg3kx_FBr8Khev3QhV-t9yqV9vAuVlRSZk1M_tNis/s320/Newkimk+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349766663417307826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ivytI0hu1pBi7rCXeMaFiNIGuw4XvsCaFp1pGBtL84yEB9tSCLrZP-aT0nYQJ1kCkQPyIlvgQfl2KHQWQQeqlPzr_8FKXMIDLuGW1lPkAhoKxORynmnU6eTQ5nyKgie6QAA8nt3ZAdo/s1600-h/Newkimk+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ivytI0hu1pBi7rCXeMaFiNIGuw4XvsCaFp1pGBtL84yEB9tSCLrZP-aT0nYQJ1kCkQPyIlvgQfl2KHQWQQeqlPzr_8FKXMIDLuGW1lPkAhoKxORynmnU6eTQ5nyKgie6QAA8nt3ZAdo/s320/Newkimk+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349766654851746290" border="0" /></a><br />They aren't the best quality, but I will re-scan them in as soon as I get back to San Jose.<br />1: The gang likes to gather everynight and do homework in the dorm "game room". We work on sketchbook assignments, talk about life, and play taiwanese card games that Yung Han teaches us. Oh the memories....<br />2: The famous Shakespeare and Company book store that has a view of Notre Dame out their second story window.<br />3: The Quai Branly Museum has a lot of awesome masks and was the place where Picasso found inspiration.Kimberly Knollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781060204357082055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-2274538656204897082009-06-20T13:25:00.000-07:002009-06-20T14:06:37.443-07:00Bon appétit... damn right!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIo9asEQsIR0E2wpE-dETgqKtQdzKMfjfito9IZXcqKTa9rKcvEkjz8QxX0GOEN6T2U4uS7N1S630R0-QIOFPpnJCh_tzYBx9jcaBxXHkvElmB6p-pdxUu8iiBejjur6yqXvTExsypYKkF/s1600-h/001yfwb9.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIo9asEQsIR0E2wpE-dETgqKtQdzKMfjfito9IZXcqKTa9rKcvEkjz8QxX0GOEN6T2U4uS7N1S630R0-QIOFPpnJCh_tzYBx9jcaBxXHkvElmB6p-pdxUu8iiBejjur6yqXvTExsypYKkF/s200/001yfwb9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349512594551624402" /></a>Gosh... it did not feel like 20 days. Tomorrow marks the end of the class, and the fact that we're gonna be back in 10 days just totally dawned me. Anyhow, tonight Chris, Gus, Lain, Yunghan, and I went to <b>Les Fêtes Galantes</b>, a restaurant that John tried by accident and then highly recommended it for its traditional French cuisine in a reasonable price. Priscilla and José were there too! :) The restaurant itself is rather small and nothing extremely fancy, but it feels very homey and welcoming. We all ordered something different from the menu set so that we can try each other's dishes. <br /><br />I decided on the higher priced end of the menu and ordered the meal set of onion soup (appetizer), duck confit topped with honey and almonds (main dish), and home made apple tart with calvados (dessert). And my God...... it's the <i>best</i> meal I've had on the whole trip (and this is a mutual statement among us all). The names of the dishes and any words I say here canNOT do justice to describe how delicious they were. All I can say is, "Now THIS is true French cuisine." Here are the pics of my meal set (courtesy of Lain because my camera died before the dishes came...):<br /><br /><center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbM4qDkvXV6rzuBZx60lZV6KawKpR7d9DWP-a0_qj6iWougwdcrTt-gMOEJ-FW8VZ6gIv5aCVFJqw0JJY7RH-tiTX5hJbTyW-x02zBQfaC0wYmEcX2n7cVQyhjLo2ahj64qM4rvBRPTT09/s1600-h/001ykcsq.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbM4qDkvXV6rzuBZx60lZV6KawKpR7d9DWP-a0_qj6iWougwdcrTt-gMOEJ-FW8VZ6gIv5aCVFJqw0JJY7RH-tiTX5hJbTyW-x02zBQfaC0wYmEcX2n7cVQyhjLo2ahj64qM4rvBRPTT09/s320/001ykcsq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349514657454299106" /></a><br />Authentic French onion soup with a piece of lamb meat.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-pl9-Z6wKFCzGjt7VEWJFUWloaVZfbIEQwOS-IW4WcnnfM-btRFbp_X9Wpbcer9W4vSHaw6XRuPuBE1_cQECEexyozsXOWE8qZX3-kAIptZGjCE1WL_7QlqQlaadPhh-zSMtgv4b4iIYg/s1600-h/001yg0ca.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-pl9-Z6wKFCzGjt7VEWJFUWloaVZfbIEQwOS-IW4WcnnfM-btRFbp_X9Wpbcer9W4vSHaw6XRuPuBE1_cQECEexyozsXOWE8qZX3-kAIptZGjCE1WL_7QlqQlaadPhh-zSMtgv4b4iIYg/s320/001yg0ca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349514657831102962" /></a><br />This dish was GODLY....the skin crisped just right and the meat cooked so tenderly and flavored with the right amount of saltiness and sweetness. This itself was well worth the 25 Euros (the price for the whole set).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zTX9CfBZPSFwEFup1HOcSGk8HscwQ3QKfHRnv6ZMPUU9tYzMcT8zcHSg4Fk6A7rJcH5R_bpDZHJ35G7G5DhQ4nKDTAazERHudhWtWMAjqPGpmGzoMAlCdFXmK2aJcKfFVobp_oFZy752/s1600-h/001yhtg4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zTX9CfBZPSFwEFup1HOcSGk8HscwQ3QKfHRnv6ZMPUU9tYzMcT8zcHSg4Fk6A7rJcH5R_bpDZHJ35G7G5DhQ4nKDTAazERHudhWtWMAjqPGpmGzoMAlCdFXmK2aJcKfFVobp_oFZy752/s320/001yhtg4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349514664979238498" /></a><br />Warm and sweet. Topped with a unique flavored ice cream and fruits. WOW. Such a grand way to end the meal with.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwgLlcWlbve9C-mbYhqsNtER71j6_e86vNA1TuBXIim4qpi-pCMMpifWOSbBVjCecf3q9JVimMXIqErrYrdC_n_l2NLvsW-4gpRe8wP2WUrNTF2fWy-XQs9R37lYsP7YMS04LbyyqYQz7/s1600-h/001yefgx.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwgLlcWlbve9C-mbYhqsNtER71j6_e86vNA1TuBXIim4qpi-pCMMpifWOSbBVjCecf3q9JVimMXIqErrYrdC_n_l2NLvsW-4gpRe8wP2WUrNTF2fWy-XQs9R37lYsP7YMS04LbyyqYQz7/s320/001yefgx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349517096751726642" /></a><br />We even left a footprint of Shrunkenheadmen in the restaurant buwahaha!<br /></center>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07044807442163490651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-7104382312784903792009-06-20T04:31:00.000-07:002009-06-20T04:35:59.292-07:00Last DayYesterday was our last official day of the class and I think we are all a little bit sad that it's over. Last night, we had a chocolate tasting in the Luxomberg Gardens. I didn't think it was possible, but I think I am off chocolate for a little while now. Some of the chocolate was very tasty, but some of it tasted like the devil. If you have never had 100% dark chocolate-DON'T. For awhile I thought I was going blind.<br /><br />We still have another 9 or 10 days left in France, but now we can go do our own thing. I am excited to see what else is in store for our adventures and I am trying not to think about how it is almost over.Leann Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15178035387495227708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-38572630556982056122009-06-17T13:50:00.000-07:002009-06-21T01:23:13.524-07:00The AssignmentsThis trip is a class may I remind you. While we have had plenty of time to relax, eat and play, we are also learning and experiencing new things every day. Creativity is not any easy subject to teach and throughout the 3 weeks of the class, King Clapp has given us assignments to further enhance our understanding of creativity and how to apply it to our artwork. They usually invovled intriguing exercises that I think many other students could do themselves back home to spark new ideas and ways of thinking about their own artwork.<br /><br />While I am not allowed to go into much detail about the actual assignments, I will say that they eached played a strong role towards the class subject and goal. In each student's sketchbook, you can see the evolution of interest and personal thought that went into each page.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I don't have the energy to write about our other external assignments, like the fun games we played some mornings, or the essays we wrote, or the books we read. In all, the assignments we've done for this class did not go in vain. All of them have helped inspire my current sketches and I wish that everyone will read this post and ask about them back home. It will really change the way you think!Chris Lamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13276511059046035924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-37134908132609171272009-06-17T08:11:00.000-07:002009-06-17T08:47:07.352-07:00Yesterday we went on a journey to Normandy. On the bus ride up John gave us an assignment to write a letter home as if we were the soldiers, knowing that we very well may die. At first I thought it was pretty silly, but when I started getting into the idea of having to let go of your loved ones and be let go I started tearing up. I had to play ridiculous card games to get out of that negative mindset. Once we reached Normandy I had no problem getting right back into that space. Elwood was our guide and he was incredible with the way he recounted the history and actually made it interesting. Pont du Hoc was beautiful. It's so weird how I get this idea of this dark and ugly place when I think of the war but the reason that it was so beautiful to me was because of the craters made by the bombs. What really intrigued me was cemetary. I dont know why... but death is always on my mind and it fascinates me. Seeing all of those tombstones row by row blew my mind...<br /><br />-Kim A.kimberdinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08802384489552600523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-57443531329365730662009-06-14T14:41:00.000-07:002009-06-14T14:54:02.849-07:00Found the different side of ParisMark, Corwin and I woke up at 4:30 in order to go to see the Notre-Dame.<br />It was one of my best experience in the trip so far.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">Guess who we met at Notre-Dame?<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h45VcpYD2-Q/SjVvT85AO3I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZpmPGhjZsEc/s1600-h/P1010724.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h45VcpYD2-Q/SjVvT85AO3I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZpmPGhjZsEc/s320/P1010724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347302521125747570" border="0" /></a>More photos....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h45VcpYD2-Q/SjVv0DzRz7I/AAAAAAAAACo/zNVRlZwYCqI/s1600-h/P1010717.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h45VcpYD2-Q/SjVv0DzRz7I/AAAAAAAAACo/zNVRlZwYCqI/s320/P1010717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347303072736595890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h45VcpYD2-Q/SjVwTt_UN1I/AAAAAAAAACw/orJnt2fY--Q/s1600-h/P1010711.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h45VcpYD2-Q/SjVwTt_UN1I/AAAAAAAAACw/orJnt2fY--Q/s320/P1010711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347303616637318994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h45VcpYD2-Q/SjVwnVsyCSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-Vz3hypeaHA/s1600-h/P1010689.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h45VcpYD2-Q/SjVwnVsyCSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-Vz3hypeaHA/s320/P1010689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347303953714514210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h45VcpYD2-Q/SjVw6jAeo1I/AAAAAAAAADA/0k9MbbjBvd0/s1600-h/P1010680.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h45VcpYD2-Q/SjVw6jAeo1I/AAAAAAAAADA/0k9MbbjBvd0/s320/P1010680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347304283704304466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h45VcpYD2-Q/SjVxWS9UchI/AAAAAAAAADI/QqY2fAu1-OA/s1600-h/P1010814.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h45VcpYD2-Q/SjVxWS9UchI/AAAAAAAAADI/QqY2fAu1-OA/s320/P1010814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347304760432423442" border="0" /></a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776906155048846322.post-30209886343815585502009-06-14T13:35:00.000-07:002009-06-14T14:01:12.458-07:00Day 14 and only 7 more to go :(<div>Although everything John has planned for us has been awesome, it's nice to have some time off and do things you personally want to do. So today a group of us went out to several places. One of them being the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Basilique</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">du</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Sacre</span></span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Coeur</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">de</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Montmartre</span>.</span> We ended up staying for a part of the mass, the acoustics were amazing!</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347290607936127394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDNiqJWPGHlZ-42csXFGGcRXJ3D_CEe-qunyoIFCLToL6qZdudrW1QBD6KV_Od0N-IfOFOvVeCFmYvLiGVnoWGyhj5oU_dwt_upuWZuBMtU6-rw8urRX5LNMe7lV__-drZtpHKy7nQNE/s320/IMG_3321.JPG" border="0" /></div>Priscila Caballerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876290877660356906noreply@blogger.com0