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  1. Untitled (April 23, 2013 | GDSP 24 | 17/52) Directed by ArtFruit I’m going to go on record and state this will be a Nintendo-core album. Track 2 deals with my inability to use grammer or spell correctly. flickr | 500px | twitter | website

    Untitled (April 23, 2013 | GDSP 24 | 17/52)

    Directed by ArtFruit

    I’m going to go on record and state this will be a Nintendo-core album.

    Track 2 deals with my inability to use grammer or spell correctly.

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  2. Untitled (February 26, 2013 | GDSP 23 Directed by Joanne Leah | 9/52) flickr | 500px | twitter | website This looks so much brighter on my phone…


    Untitled (February 26, 2013 | GDSP 23 Directed by Joanne Leah | 9/52)

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    This looks so much brighter on my phone…
     
     
  3. GDSP #21

    GDSP #21

     
     
  4. Guest Directed Self Portrait  #20: Balloons flickr | 500px | website

    Guest Directed Self Portrait  #20: Balloons

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  5. GDSP #19 Dance Your Joy, Your Bliss

    As per Ada’s prompt over on Guest Directed Self Portraits, I was to dance my bliss. The song was accidental but it worked. Working on basic flow things and my ridiculously long hair all in my face.

    I know this was supposed to be a photograph, but I can’t always photograph my bliss and I was itching to hoop for the first time in a long time.

     
     
  6. Untitled (August 23, 2012 | Woodstock, NY) GDSP #17 I sank in the mire. flickr | 500px

    Untitled (August 23, 2012 | Woodstock, NY)

    GDSP #17

    I sank in the mire.

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  7. Untitled (July 23, 2012) GDSP #15 and 16 500px | flickr

    Untitled (July 23, 2012)

    GDSP #15 and 16

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  8. Day 352/365 GDSP #14 Instead of thinking about who I was angry at, I decided to put on Michael and Janet Jackson’s “Scream” and start clawing at my face. I’m terribly red now. And a litte light headed. But less frustrated.

    Day 352/365

    GDSP #14

    Instead of thinking about who I was angry at, I decided to put on Michael and Janet Jackson’s “Scream” and start clawing at my face. I’m terribly red now. And a litte light headed. But less frustrated.

     
     
  9. Day 335/365 GSDP #13 Help me, Obi Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope… I honestly waited until today to do Katie’s GDSP because I wanted my Star Wars themed picture to be taken on Star Wars Day. I’m sad, I know, but I kept dancing around all excited and answering the phone with, “Hello Catskill Art Supply, this is Jacci, Happy Star Wars Day!” so it was fitting. I could’ve pulled out my books and trinkets and stuff but honestly, I like the simple things better. I hope everyone had a magical Star Wars Day (even Trekkies, since we should celebrate space together and the fact that Pluto was once a planet and not worry about all the weird stuff fans have against each other. Which I don’t since I was brought up a SW kid, but my grandmother loved Star Trek- you shut the fuck up when William Shatner was on the screen- so I eventually liked both though Star Wars was my first love so it wins in my picture today.) Star Wars makes me ramble.

    Day 335/365

    GSDP #13

    Help me, Obi Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope…

    I honestly waited until today to do Katie’s GDSP because I wanted my Star Wars themed picture to be taken on Star Wars Day. I’m sad, I know, but I kept dancing around all excited and answering the phone with, “Hello Catskill Art Supply, this is Jacci, Happy Star Wars Day!” so it was fitting. I could’ve pulled out my books and trinkets and stuff but honestly, I like the simple things better. I hope everyone had a magical Star Wars Day (even Trekkies, since we should celebrate space together and the fact that Pluto was once a planet and not worry about all the weird stuff fans have against each other. Which I don’t since I was brought up a SW kid, but my grandmother loved Star Trek- you shut the fuck up when William Shatner was on the screen- so I eventually liked both though Star Wars was my first love so it wins in my picture today.) Star Wars makes me ramble.

     
     
  10. Day 301/365 GDSP #11 Let me tell you the story of how I hate SpaghettiOs. Most kids I knew growing up loved this stuff. All my cousins did, my siblings. So my Grandmother would cook it up and make us eat it. She was a strong Irish Catholic woman who had a tough love that you felt with a wooden spoon if you were bad. And when it came to eating foods, I was considered bad. A lot of things make me sick. You wanna see me puke on the spot? Feed me tropical fruits like pineapple (even the smell of oranges makes my stomach turn). Or feed me SpaghettiOs. Something in them would make me throw it up right away. I remember her force feeding them to me one time, looking away for a second to see what my mother was saying to her, and coming back to me dry heaving up the last of the spoonful she fed me. Needless to say, after puking on her table, I wasn’t forced to eat them anymore. So when Josepha decided we had to get dirty, I couldn’t think of any other way to do this picture. I have terrible ideas sometimes.

    Day 301/365

    GDSP #11

    Let me tell you the story of how I hate SpaghettiOs. Most kids I knew growing up loved this stuff. All my cousins did, my siblings. So my Grandmother would cook it up and make us eat it. She was a strong Irish Catholic woman who had a tough love that you felt with a wooden spoon if you were bad. And when it came to eating foods, I was considered bad.

    A lot of things make me sick. You wanna see me puke on the spot? Feed me tropical fruits like pineapple (even the smell of oranges makes my stomach turn). Or feed me SpaghettiOs. Something in them would make me throw it up right away. I remember her force feeding them to me one time, looking away for a second to see what my mother was saying to her, and coming back to me dry heaving up the last of the spoonful she fed me. Needless to say, after puking on her table, I wasn’t forced to eat them anymore.

    So when Josepha decided we had to get dirty, I couldn’t think of any other way to do this picture. I have terrible ideas sometimes.

     
     
  11. Day 294/365 GDSP #9 Max/Jax shaves her legs.

    Day 294/365

    GDSP #9

    Max/Jax shaves her legs.

     
     
  12. Day 285/365 GDSP #10 was supposed to consist of something important to you- When I was little, apparently I didn’t like the eat. I was more interested in doing things, staring at people, and making food art than I was in eating what was put in front of me. So my dad would place this on the table in front of my high chair and make it move for me. Amazed at the woman dancing, I would open my mouth and my parents would shovel food in. Some people had “airplanes,” I had my own belly dancer. And for the record, this tasted of wood and ancient paint with a slight after of wine, mainly because I’m drinking it now. And it still smells like my dad’s pipe tobacco mixed in with the smells of my room.

    Day 285/365

    GDSP #10 was supposed to consist of something important to you-

    When I was little, apparently I didn’t like the eat. I was more interested in doing things, staring at people, and making food art than I was in eating what was put in front of me. So my dad would place this on the table in front of my high chair and make it move for me. Amazed at the woman dancing, I would open my mouth and my parents would shovel food in. Some people had “airplanes,” I had my own belly dancer.

    And for the record, this tasted of wood and ancient paint with a slight after of wine, mainly because I’m drinking it now. And it still smells like my dad’s pipe tobacco mixed in with the smells of my room.

     
     

  13. GDSP #9 Prompt

    For my GDSP prompt, I want you to think of a character. It can be your favorite, or one you remember vaguely from childhood, be it from a book, song, movie, comic, real life, Narnia, or your imagination. The choice of character is up to you. And I want you to really get in to this character, dress up as them, spend some time getting into their mind and feelings, listen to some Queen (since, as you know, Freddy Mercury’s doing this amazing project up in heaven), whatever you need to, until you’re really really comfortable in this character.

    Then I want you to do the most mundane thing ever and take a picture of it. Think Superman eating cereal, Gerald Ford vacuuming, Lucy Pevensie washing her clothing, or Chewbacca changing the kitty litter. But you have to do this super mundane thing in your super awesome character costume (doesn’t have to be exact, colors can represent superhero clothes, etc). Lastly, make sure you put down your character and occupation so everyone can know who you are.

    And for any of my followers who are not already doing the Guest Directed Self Portraits, it’s not too late! You can join at any point and do them in whatever order makes you happy.

    Happy shooting!

     
     
  14. Day 256/365 GDSP #7 So technically this image isn’t just from one day, as per the directions of mortalcompass. But I honestly wanted to get myself out of the house today so I’m not counting it as today’s photo (Day 258). When I sleep I’m a cocooner. I bury myself deep into my blankets so that I almost have no air. Its the only way that I can sleep, which makes it a bit difficult to share a bed with someone as I tend to claim all the blankets to bury myself in. I’m not the only person who has to mildly suffocate myself to go to sleep, I’m sure of this. But it does make for strange conversation when spending the night at someone’s house.

    Day 256/365

    GDSP #7

    So technically this image isn’t just from one day, as per the directions of mortalcompass. But I honestly wanted to get myself out of the house today so I’m not counting it as today’s photo (Day 258). When I sleep I’m a cocooner. I bury myself deep into my blankets so that I almost have no air. Its the only way that I can sleep, which makes it a bit difficult to share a bed with someone as I tend to claim all the blankets to bury myself in. I’m not the only person who has to mildly suffocate myself to go to sleep, I’m sure of this. But it does make for strange conversation when spending the night at someone’s house.

     
     
  15. Day 252/365 For GDSP #5- Noir

    Day 252/365

    For GDSP #5- Noir