Underneath the blue sky
This weekend may have been just what I needed.
I went down to the beach with Scott today, and it was so nice. I don't know what it is, but everytime I look out onto the blue-lined horizon, I just want to sing and cry and hug. The ocean is so beautiful. We walked along the beach, he took some pictures with his sweet new camera, and we talked about the radioactive pond of death that we found.
We watched The Edukators tonight instead of going to see Coraline. It was really good! I didn't think I liked it at first, but the more I thought about it after, the more I liked it. It was very relevant for our times, made me want to say... something.
I realized today how content I had become and then it made me profoundly unhappy. Does that make me a little bit crazy?
But no, I was thinking about how art functions to comment on society and the state of the world. And how I want to be involved with it, and I really haven't been. I've been really wrapped up in academics this quarter, and while it's distracted me from the fact that I've been long without a relationship, it's in a way sucked away the deeper stirrings that lead me to write. Or at least - think. I'm very involved in collaborative style art all the time with singing, but I have such a strong internal identity that choir doesn't cut artistic satisfaction. That's interpretation, I need more personal communication. I don't know if it'll be poetry, short story, longer work, songwriting, drawing...maybe it'll be all of those. I need to take time out for me and just THINK.
I went down to the beach with Scott today, and it was so nice. I don't know what it is, but everytime I look out onto the blue-lined horizon, I just want to sing and cry and hug. The ocean is so beautiful. We walked along the beach, he took some pictures with his sweet new camera, and we talked about the radioactive pond of death that we found.
We watched The Edukators tonight instead of going to see Coraline. It was really good! I didn't think I liked it at first, but the more I thought about it after, the more I liked it. It was very relevant for our times, made me want to say... something.
I realized today how content I had become and then it made me profoundly unhappy. Does that make me a little bit crazy?
But no, I was thinking about how art functions to comment on society and the state of the world. And how I want to be involved with it, and I really haven't been. I've been really wrapped up in academics this quarter, and while it's distracted me from the fact that I've been long without a relationship, it's in a way sucked away the deeper stirrings that lead me to write. Or at least - think. I'm very involved in collaborative style art all the time with singing, but I have such a strong internal identity that choir doesn't cut artistic satisfaction. That's interpretation, I need more personal communication. I don't know if it'll be poetry, short story, longer work, songwriting, drawing...maybe it'll be all of those. I need to take time out for me and just THINK.