art schtik. wednesday. i found out today that may 2 + 7 days a week = last week of class. that was an astounding breakthrough for 11am. for some reason i never quite know whats going on. i never quite see the end of the year.. or the fact that final reviews are tuesday and wednesday. thats close. thats real close. and everyone is frantic.. and agitated and worried about having enough work. here in the computer lab people are swearing at programs that wont cooperate. same as it ever was. but not me. the work i have till now is the work i have. ive created, glued. painted and felt at my pace. the pace my mind works and mulls over ideas. the pace my heart works and lets feelings and things in. it cant be recreated or rushed. everyone clamors this week. 24 hour access week. the school feeds into it. theres alot of things in life i can procrastinate. i can put off papers and phone calls.. appointments and bills. i can even put off updating my diary quite well.. but art. art shouldnt / cant be on a timetable. if you think in 6 days you can make up for a years worth of unmade marks and unfelt thoughts.. you cant. well. you can.. but its empty. and that is my point. everyone will rush this week and breeze through a million pages of abstract mush.. theyll paint and ink and whatever just to have work. to have physical pieces of shit. and in the end they get the glory. because no one gives a shit here. its quantity not quality. its more more and more. more of nothing. i shouldnt care. but i do. it makes me crazy that this is all art for art sake. its not about them or where theyve been. what the sun reminds them of. * i woke up today and it was like highschool. it was highschool weather where me and lynette would pull up to school in the bullet and decide after 5 seconds that it just wasnt a good day for school.. and we'd drive off. * i wonder if these people even have memories. maybe their art really is about if green looks best with blue or black.. but thats something i ask a man painting a picture to hang over my couch.. not what i ask someone expressing themselves. i think ive written this all before. |