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Thursday, October 01, 2009 |
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Art beneath the canopy glow
Location: the interwebs, trying to get something 46x35in Mood: frustrated Music: accounts of peace while passed beneath the canopy glow
Ended up making pizza. Tasted great, looked terrible. Gonna try again and take some pics for you.
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Late posting cause I spent the last two hours trying to get an oversized print of Hopper's Nighthawks. If you're in Chicago, y'should really see it in the museum - never have myself.
If y'ever came by my pad, you'd see that my walls are bare except for one thing my pop drew for me once.
But, realized that barren walls don't make a home, so been looking for some artwork with my very limited scratch. Hopper's got a good sensea how solitary the city's sometimes. Y'can have someone surrounded by people and still by yourself; or even be at home with someone and still be by your lonesome, like his Room in New York.
Sides him, kinda partial to vintage posters like the kind below.
Thing is that, always thoughta home as someplace else. George Carlin useta say something like, a house is just the place where y'keep your stuff. So, I was never one to get even more stuff, like artwork.
But, being 36, suppose it's time to call a place home already, yeah? Ergo, stuff. Ergo, art.
This's my first real piecea artwork that I've not made myself.
Tell me something, what else should I consider?
YASYCTAI: Tell me what art y'like. (5 mins/0.5 pts)
Labels: art, home, question
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Wednesday, June 04, 2008 |
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Guernica
Location: 21:00 yest, thrust, parry, thrust on the UWS Mood: tired Music: The old man said to me Said don't always take life so seriously
Stopped by a friend's house midday in Queens cause I was around the hood but he was out so his wife and I caught up. She wants to fix me up with some of her doctor friends.
I'm not sure she knows what she's getting them into.
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Picasso's Guernica is probably one of the most famous paintings of suffering out there. Buddhism says that suffering comes from the uncontrollable. Either externally, such as in the painting, or internally, when we try to control the uncontrollable.
I believe that.
On a related note, man, I wish I could fall asleep.
Of course, there is no great tragedy without some small gain(s): I'm completely caught up on Lost and BSG, can now do all my sabre strikes with my left hand and have made a month's worth of chili.
I'm thinking of brushing up my German or teaching myself Arabic or something. I dunno. I'd rather sleep.
Lost is still surprisingly good (I can't believe they killed off ______). BSG...almost as good.
Labels: art, discussion, insomnia
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Friday, February 29, 2008 |
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One point five
Location: Queens, locked outta my office Mood: irritated at myself Music: The more you ignore me, the closer I get
 Me: Mom, don't cry, my hands always shake.
Her: But they're not supposed to...
Mom's terribly worried about me these days. I tell her not to be and yet - well, mothers are as they are. When she first came here, my mom tied a 1.5 minute egg timer to the phone. Once a month, she would call her mom and they would talk for exactly 1.5 minutes. No matter what, they got off the phone after 1.5 minutes. It's all they could afford. Her mom worried about her too. She was 26? Can you imagine? Here's the thing: unless you know me in RL, you and I most likely wouldn't be anything back in those days. What a world we live in, where communication is a commodity. Text, email, fax, blogs - we can all connect. Veijukka asked who gives me pep talks, I don't really need them. Because I'm so much in my own head all the time. Sometimes, though, I could use a quiet connection. Thanks for listening this week. It's been rough. I'll see if I can't get slapped again by another girl this weekend to keep y'all entertained. Labels: art, depression, dialogue, family
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