yeah yeah more art shite i like that february only has 28 days.. i like the number 28..but maybe im biased for being born on the 28th of a month.. i was dreaming in art today..which is odd. i took a nap which always makes the weirdest thoughts.. and in my dreams it was all colors ive been working in .. walnut browns and black inks..torn up paper and birdnest like textures. i have no clue what the dream was about.. it was like i was creating something.. not really a dream.. just me doing it.. but somehow my eyes were closed.. sort of like those video games where youre the guy with the gun and all you see is the edge of your weapon..all i saw was what i was making and a fluttering of hands.. * i think its because we had a critique today.. of this kids work.. this kid who i might have mentioned before.. whos work i used to hate.. and now i admire.. and people mostly respnded ..i dunno. differnt than i thought.. which reinforced alot of what i hate about art school.. this kids work has alot of text in it..words about girls or life or whatever. alot of it isnt pretty.. and one guy commented... that it seemed like he was working through alot of anger and frustration and his art was his way to get through it.. and as the guy finished that thought.. this girl who obviously doesnt like the kids work says... "isnt that what a diary is for?" i could have smacked her. i think i just shook my head.. because fuck. half the people in this class are just making pretty pictures.. random lines and colors that mean nothing. nothing at all. its void of feeling.. its stagnant. and this kid. this kid puts his heart into it and she has the nerve to imply that thats not what he should be doing? maybe i have a different view on art.. maybe im wrong.. but to me great art is something that makes me feel.. something that evokes a response a thought.. a tug on my mind or my heart.. how they can possibly say that he should stifle his voice or his mind because what he thinks or feels may not be pretty is beyond me. life isnt fucking pretty.. it let me down that they thought like that.. it tapped away at my respect.. *sigh* * speaking of art... music.. whathave you.. check this out.. ian may be a bitch to me alot.. but i still believe in his music.. and talent as an artist.. so give a listen.. let him know what you think.. * i could ramble on .. but ive yet to pack.. and its 9:38.. and my mom swore if i missed the train she'd never speak to me again.. and as we know.. ive got a knack for being late.. * its almost friday.. im dying with anticipation.. |