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My dad returned yesterday from China, from my grandfather's funeral. My mother is still there, with my grandmother, keeping each other company. I miss them alot.
I went to the art institute with my dad yesterday. For some reason, whenever I see rennaissance art depicting biblical scenes or greek gods with, but not always, gratuitous nudity, I feel really depressed. I'd stand there and stare at a painting, examining every expression, every muscle, every nuance and colour and movement and light, and I'd feel this curious sensation in my heart, like an icy wet towel is being pressed upon it, or something.
And then I move to Dali and Picasso and Chagall and the mood passes.
Sigh. Weird mood weird mood. Marc was very helpful though! Yay.
I went to the art institute with my dad yesterday. For some reason, whenever I see rennaissance art depicting biblical scenes or greek gods with, but not always, gratuitous nudity, I feel really depressed. I'd stand there and stare at a painting, examining every expression, every muscle, every nuance and colour and movement and light, and I'd feel this curious sensation in my heart, like an icy wet towel is being pressed upon it, or something.
And then I move to Dali and Picasso and Chagall and the mood passes.
Sigh. Weird mood weird mood. Marc was very helpful though! Yay.