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I’ve made a Patreon

Please check out my patreon!

Random Cases of Nothing

I recently got enrolled into the school of my dreams but am lacking the funds therefore I have made a Patreon to raise the money before May 8th.

I am accepting art commissions as well!

Http://augustyne.daportfolio.com

If you would like to donate and receive artwork from me then please click the link below this OR email for a commission. I accept Paypal.

Https://www.patreon.com/augustyne

E-mail: Collegeartworks@gmail.com

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Getting ready for the show!

So, tonight College Artworks Co-founder A. Analise has a show and will be promoting our brand, along with herself at a new art show tonight starting at 6pm on Blue Hills Ave, Bloomfield, CT at one of many fine churches and once we have confirmed the spelling of the church we shall post so that you may stop on by for a fashion show and to see the beautiful artwork Analise will have on display.

There will also be a coupon code for 10% off on her etsy shop, and 15% for commissions that she receives. So look for that later tonight!

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COMMISSIONS COUPON CODE FOR AUGUSTYNE

Photo Courtesy of Google

Our lovely Augustyne has opened her commissions and has offered 10% Off if you use the code which can be found in two places, one being her personal Tumblr! It will only work if you follow her though, so here is another code for if you follow the College Artworks life ^_^


COUPON CODE: KidsArtworks


 

Meanings behind the codes:

College Artworks is nothing without the Kids who grow up loving arts, and College is only art with those kids who love it. We want to help give back and that’s what this page is for!

TUMBLR AUDIENCE: http://randomcasesofnothing.tumblr.com/post/92532543123

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OPEN AUDITIONS THIS FRIDAY!

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If you didn’t know already, A. Analise and Lanaya L. P. Pickett have joined forces to produce a Horror Movie for your entertainment but what they are asking from you is to help! Audition for a role in their movie!

We are looking for teens/adults to help us make a movie dream come true, we are also looking for extras, production assistance, and more. You can inquire more by emailing us at CollegeArtworks@gmail.com OR by leaving a comment below.

THIS IS NOT A PAID ACTING JOB NOR IS THERE A FEE FOR AUDITIONING.

Location: Northwest Park, Manchester, CT 06042
Time: 3:00pm
Date: Friday, June 6th 2014

If you would like to join us please meet us there! If you are attending please let us know, so we can get a head count, and we can also email you the practice script so that you are prepared. If you do not want to act but would like to take part still meet us, and sign the bottom of the acting slip. You can also leave a note for us telling us that you DO NOT want to be an actor but rather a Tech/Prop Assistant. IF you cannot make it there will possibly be a second audition. So if you miss this one keep your heads up!

Link to the Script: N/A – Must Email US
EMAIL US: Collegeartworks@gmail.com

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HRChallenge – Create a World – Can you see it?

You are now in a new surrounding. You have just awoken to the blinding sight of white, a barren land at first glance but as you sit yourself up you realize it. You’re sitting on water? This can’t be true. The water isn’t penetrating with your weight. Not that you weigh very much to begin with its like zero gravity. You know you’re not on earth anymore. You’ve awaken in another world. What can you see?

Shelly woke up on the ground, or at least what she thought was ground. Her hand grazed the top and that’s when she realized it. She was sitting ON not in, but ON water! How could this even be possible, the water looked like grass but it wasn’t. Was this a trick of the mind? Had she been drinking? The sky was white and in the distance hit the water line, in between the line and the sky however was a city. Or so it appeared. She stood carefully, overly concerned with the notion that she could fall through these dark green depths below. Curiosity, however, overcame that feeling as she sprinted towards the town.

As she came upon it she realized. It wasn’t a town. It was a place made to look like an earth town. She touched it. It was slimy and gave off a dingy look. Like one of those old ghost towns from back home, for this was not home. Where was she? What planet could this be? Mars? No. Neither. She didn’t know that many planets to begin with, was this a new discovery? Had she been abducted. She was determined to find out. All she knew for the moment was that this town was made up of a water-based substance, there seemed to be no more life than her. Where they underneath? There were more pressing matters in her mind, she would search more.

But first, she needed to feed.

Shelly knows what she’s looking for but not here. Where is everyone? Underneath? She pushed her hand upon the first building she arrived too and felt the slime subside and take shape upon her palm. What is this stuff? She held her hand out, and brought it to her face. It smelled like Tar. Was there a war? No, the water wouldn’t be green, or would it? Was this still earth? No. It couldn’t be.

She saw a flash of purple slide by quickly, what was that? She moved towards the flash and realized she couldn’t hear anything. It was extremely silent, dead. She didn’t understand panic set in. Why couldn’t she hear? It felt like pressure was being forced upon her head. There was again, the purple flash. Hello? She called out. She had no voice as the purple flash stopped and an anthropomorphic figure appeared in her view, at least she could see was all that went through her mind. But did she really want to see? This world was strange. The purple anthropomorphic figure spoke telepathically.

“You are here.”

“Where is here?” Shelly thought back.

“Here is the place located next to there” He pointed. “You have arrived, and search for others?” He questioned to himself. Shelly stared at him, at his features. He had two antennas wrapped around the sides of his head where his ears would have been. He was tall with the legs of a deer, and the body of a 6 foot 3 man. He wore a suit that appeared to made of his own skin. He was no other color but purple including his eyes which had a black outer rim. His fingers were long and appeared to be lobster legs. What kind of creature was this? “I am the Guardian of Earth.”

“Guardian?”

“Yes.”

“Of earth?”

“That is here.”

“Here”

“Yes, they are under us. You must pass these tests to determine whether you may go below.”

“So what is this?” She thought. “I have to prove to . . . you?. . . I’m human?” He nodded at her. She hadn’t noticed that the city around them had faded into oblivion. What was this place? New Earth, he whispered to her mind.

Two more anthropomorphic figures with slight variations to each. She could tell one of the new two was female. She walked towards Shelly and placed a box in her hand as a chair arose from the water-based grass below. Shelly opened the box and found gauntlets and armor, along with a pair of converse. At least they still have these she thought. She placed them upon herself only to realize she had been nude since the moment she arrived. Why had she not noticed that? She was unaware of her own body, her own being? She felt as though she didn’t even exist.

You are unaware of your existence because you do not exist until you arrive with the others at your true destination. The female replied to her. Their eyes made contact and it felt like a burning sensation. Shelly looked away as she now donned her gladiator apparel. You are ready.

What is this challenge?

Build. They all said in unison, the combination of voices in her mind shook her body. Shelly fell unconscious into her own mind in a land of all white, and was told to build. Build or Re-build, she had to figure that out for herself. There were others counting on her answer, the souls or humans left below. She didn’t know. The three figures appeared around her and pointed to the distance. There was nothing to be seen but white, the ground was even white. The air however felt thick. Heavy, hard to maneuver. She was now in the white space. She had to build with this substance but how? She would have to figure that out for herself.

Shelly began plotting her New Earth for all the people and things to feed upon. She still hadn’t fed herself, she had no means of finding a lamb or cooking. She wanted to eat and badly, the purple figures were starting to look like her most favorite delicacies. She would have to build earth quick and go back to her own home to feed.

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End for now. ^_^

Question: What do you think Shelly feeds on? Is she human?

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OUR AFFILIATIONS

Affiliates

 

Did you see our affiliates? Have you checked them out? Below is a list to each group respectively, [these are not links] maybe something here will perk your interest and enjoyment?

1. ACCEPT ALL ART

2. APERTURE PHOTOGRAPHY

3. LET-US-IMPROVE

4. DIGITAL DREAMSCAPE

5. WONDERFUL POINTS

6. FMA-OC-Cafe-FC

7. ELITE EYE MAKEUP

8. WATERCOLOR LOVERS

9. SKETCHY PROS

10. ALL STUFF AND STUFF

11. CONTEST-FTW

12. COMMISSION-I

13. FANTASTIC FEMALES

14. THE ART PLATFORM

15. SELF-PUBLISHING

16. ALL ART WANTED

17. SPACE FOR CREATIVITY

18. CONTEST OFFICE

19. GHOST TOWN

20. OCSFORLIFE

21. PAINTTOOLSAI-ARTISTS

22. ZEVETFC

23.  AND MORE TO COME!

 

VISIT THE DEVIANTART GROUP TO CLICK ON THEIR RESPECTIVE TITLES. 

 

JUST TO LET YOU KNOW: There seems to be a new page at the top of our menu! What is it? What could it be? Why it’s the bookshop!Just click the link to be united with the books in question. You’ll love them!

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IDE IDE IDE | Poem

East Side, West Side
Burning up my Pride

Maybe I’ll just make it my Bride

Cause everyone’s trying to take a side
And once they decide, I’ll be visiting them graveside

Make friends and divide
Be getting hit in the blindside

Cause unwanted suicide
Bringing pain to the countryside

Countrywide

Let the pride hide
Cause I’m all for the antisuicide

Why not let it collide and coincide
For now in my heart is where the thought will reside.

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Art Block Vs Writers Block [ACTIVITY]

Art Block and Writers Block, are they one in the same or different because of what they are about?

Art block.

What is it?

destroy_the_artists_block_meme_by_chainroundmyneck-d32nhqsHow will you destroy it? Lets make it an activity. If you are in a stage of writers/artists block, destroy the meme above and make it into something beautiful. It doesn’t matter what, just draw or write. Anything and if you’d like to share it with us here email it to CollegeArtworks@gmail.com, we accept all.

No Restrictions.

Definition of Writers Block: A usually temporary psychological inability to begin or continue work on a piece of writing.

Definition of Artists Block: When an artist finds his or herself at a lack of ideas.

Temporary or Not, I find them to be equal and the best cure: WRITE AND JUST DRAW.

 

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The MAD Cafe – Expected Pub 2014 [STORY]

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I came here often but never today, not on Fridays.
The mad cafe was notorious for its Fridays. Everyone who donned the Mad Hatter apparel was given a free medium beverage, and those like me who didn’t care for the free items were either shunned or taken pity upon. Why?

Just because I hate dressing up. I like my hair messy, and my jeans, and sweats. My dingy converse. I came here because of the school paper, otherwise I would never be caught dead here. It was bad enough my sister worked here. She owned the placed.

“SARAH!” A women in a little red dress called out to me. She had a little red top hat to match, her caramel skin covered in red sparkles. “Sarah, good to see you. Your sister is upstairs in the Caterpillar. Don’t roll your eyes, have a little fun.” She says and disappears into the Mad crowd. I roll my eyes again, and make my way up the funky colored staircase to the Caterpillar shaped office, that was the Ice Queen’s throne and found my sister in her office, Meerschaum holder in hand. It’s mahogany caterpillar design made her hands look beautiful in their silk white covers.

“Sarah!” She exclaimed placing the pipe on the table. “What are you doing here?” realizing where they were. “What’s wrong? Mom kick you out too?”

“Kick me out? No. The school paper made me come here.”

“The school has a paper?”

“No duhh.” Sarah said dropping her bag on the couch against the wall. She sprawled out and propped her dingy converse on the edge opening the bag. She took out a pad and pencil and began jotting down the decorum.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Nadia. I have too.”

“No, you really don’t have too.”

“Yes I do.”

“Why?”

“It’s my assignment, and if I don’t do it I’ll be expelled, and then I probably will have to come live in your grimey apartment.” Sarah rolled her eyes at Nadia, and sat up. Nadia stared at her for a minute and weighed the options. Should she or should she not?

“Alright, but there are rules.”

“What is this, I thought you’d be more fun.”

“Basic ground rules, you’re obviously going to need to stay with me for a couple nights huh?”

“Really hadn’t thought of that.” Sarah said biting her lip. Crap, I would have to stay with her huh? “They just want the story of what made you come up with this and how it runs.”

“Thought so, you won’t be able to get the latter.”

“Wait, why not? This has to be a story!”

“Oh, you’ll get a story, you know what why don’t I just write it for you?”

“Serious?” That might actually work pretty well “Can you even write?”

“How hard can it be? I wrote my business plan afterall, how do you think you run a business without knowing what to write and say.”

Sarah sat and watched as her sisters face went from polite to gritty in a matter of seconds. Why couldn’t I write my own story? I needed an angle or to at least know what she was going to write. It had to be my perspective didn’t it?

“I guess not.” I finally replied.

If you would like to read the rest of this story please add it to your GoodReads by Clicking HERE!
EXPECTED PUBLICATION: AUGUST 2014

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From Gods – Book Blast

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From Gods by Mary Ting

Did you just see a flash of lightning across the sky on a clear sunny day? It’s not from Mother Nature. It is most likely from Mason Grand, swoon-worthy demigod, one of Zeus’s descendants.
Skylar Rome is supposed to be having the best summer ever before she heads off to college. Little did she know, her whole life was about to change while visiting her cousin. Nearly drowning at the beach due to unknown forces, one of the Grand brothers she’d just met, Mason, saves her life. Cool, collected, mysterious, and dangerously good-looking, Skylar is drawn to him from the start. Though she knows he is the type of guy good girls stayed away from, it seems he is always saving her life, and the attraction was inevitable.
Upon meeting the brothers, strange things begin to happen. When she accidentally kills one of the brothers, it throws her life into turmoil, as they search to find the answers. Implausibly, she gets caught up in a world of the decedents of ancient gods, all who have super powers. Not only is her discovery difficult to accept, evil beings are after her. Running out of time and running for her life, she must unravel a mystery. What do they want from her? Forced into a battle set into motion long before she was born, will she find the answers, or will she die trying?

Author Mary Ting
Bestselling/award-winning author Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.

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