for the love of pete...check out this woman
polly chandler
Monday, March 30, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
70. number 70.
its a clean sweep.
a good place to end.
a good place to start a new chapter.
its been real.
People are funny, not funny haha.
Just interesting, you'd think we would have figured everything out by now what with all the time we have to interact.
But friends sting, and friends embrace too.
Sometimes pain is the acid test of friendship.
I think if you can count the number of people that you know stick by you on one hand, then you've done something right.
We keep building, we keep building, we topple, we keep building.
I never have understood why we cant pick things right back up.
But some do.
I feel incredibly grateful for everything that i have. Sometimes the shit, sometimes not. But on the whole..i get to do what i want to do, i get to love people who love me back, and i get to learn. I get to make things, and fail. I get to know things, and cry. I get to be caged just enough to want to run free, and i have the means of doing it. I have a good head on my shoulders and alot of hope. I have a good heart that i am smart enough to keep guarded but smart enough to listen to and use. I have some amount of talent that i can use to do good things. And i get to work really fucking hard for the things i want.
you keep the things you love, the things that give you joy, and the things that help you, and you do everything you can to nurse yourself to normalcy, to get well now.
When you feel the sky is falling turn to those who love you, and if there is more than one person you can do that with,
then you are one lucky bastard.
im one of those.
"develop interest in life as you see it, in people, things, literature, music,-the world is so rich, simply throbbing with treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people, forget yourself."
forget yourself, but don't forget yourself, if you know what i mean.
forgetting....
Thursday, March 26, 2009
i dont have class tomorrow.
im going to paint ALL DAMN DAY!
:))))))))))))))
good times.
He said today in a hush so soft "oh my god its like couture"...like it was something so god damn ridiculous he couldnt help but change his tone of voice when talking about it. Then he kept wrapping it around me wildly and it wasnt about me at all, it was allll about this silly little peice of green fabric...and what he made it was, well, it just was. I already knew he was different but when he said that...my suspicions confirmed, he was extraordinary.
offensive or not, im not sure i would ever want to or try to control the content of art. No matter what it is, or how it is painted, because....its a more honest reflection of psyche, its a good portrait of humanity, its safe on a canvas, let it happen.
im in theory and we're talking about feminism and the exploitation(or lack of) of their bodies. I'm looking at bathing suits...ha. you can love women naked, its not crazy.
Maybe at one point fashion was demeaning, and it certainly was confining, but now, it has either had the effect of the female "buying into" the idea or it has been embraced and become a flag, and empowerment. Sex was once taboo for women, sex is now a tool. Not to say that it cant be abused..but hay....the less its feared, the less impact it has.
Anything we see on a canvas isnt anything we havent imagined.
be honest.
Are male nudes more offensive than female?
depends on who you're talking to.
i love social nuance. hmmm
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
well she may not be much with math or relationships, but damn the girl can run.
"One of the hardest things in life and art is to know what you want. It seems to me that the business of making art is to push toward- I always feel weak saying it, although i know it is the truth when i think about it- is that you are always pushing to find out what you want out of a situation, and it is not anything knowable until you know it." - Jan Groover
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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