Buggah...
For the past two days my life has consisted of work, eating, ripping the keys out of defunct keyboards, sleeping, camera whoring, and dancing to Ratatat.
Not necessarily in that order. (Actually... reverse that list and its pretty much right)
Before work this afternoon I went to the library and, among other books, took out The Fate of A Gesture: Jackson Pollock and Postwar American Art the entirety of which I read while at work. :/ A pretty good book, not terribly exciting... but it was written pretty well... and didn't really focus on Pollack as much as the philosophy of his work and its impact on other artists of the time & in turn their impact on the future generation of artists.
In addition to passing the time rather splendidly, it put me in a rather bohemian, existentialist artist kinda mood. The kind where you want to go live in an illegal housing studio with a lot of paint and an alcohol addiction. Something I really don't plan on doing anytime soon, but its fun to dream. In the meantime... I whore.
Whatever.
emma
xoxo
Not necessarily in that order. (Actually... reverse that list and its pretty much right)
Before work this afternoon I went to the library and, among other books, took out The Fate of A Gesture: Jackson Pollock and Postwar American Art the entirety of which I read while at work. :/ A pretty good book, not terribly exciting... but it was written pretty well... and didn't really focus on Pollack as much as the philosophy of his work and its impact on other artists of the time & in turn their impact on the future generation of artists.
In addition to passing the time rather splendidly, it put me in a rather bohemian, existentialist artist kinda mood. The kind where you want to go live in an illegal housing studio with a lot of paint and an alcohol addiction. Something I really don't plan on doing anytime soon, but its fun to dream. In the meantime... I whore.
Whatever.
emma
xoxo