Back From Art Crawl
Viewing art when you are an emotional wreck is a very rich experience, but not one I'm entirely sure that I'd recommend. I was probably seeing at least some interpretations that the artists never intended. It's like all my emotional filters have been burned out and the art is being applied directly to my nervous system. It's exciting and vivid but also painful and exhausting.
I managed to spend only ten bucks. If I didn't repeatedly tell myself that I should not be making pricey purchases in my current mental state, I might have walked out of the Tilsner $400 poorer.
There was a printed piece that had a simplified image of practical-joke gun (the kind that pops out a flag with the word 'BANG!'). The wording in this art piece read "GNAB! GNAB! You're Alive!"
That's a fairly good summation of how I feel. My life has gone through a violent, painful ending, but I'm still breathing. I've just had a new life inflicted on me.
I'm not going to describe the other pieces that made a strong impression on me. Concentrating on finding a concise of expression defining emotional pain just makes it hurt more.
I was a bit worried that I felt a bit dazed and disoriented each time I left a studio and had to try to remember which direction I had come from and what studios I hadn't seen. Now I understand that my brain was just trying to protect itself. Distraction is what I need.
Fuzzy-headed, muddled recall is a blessing.
I managed to spend only ten bucks. If I didn't repeatedly tell myself that I should not be making pricey purchases in my current mental state, I might have walked out of the Tilsner $400 poorer.
There was a printed piece that had a simplified image of practical-joke gun (the kind that pops out a flag with the word 'BANG!'). The wording in this art piece read "GNAB! GNAB! You're Alive!"
That's a fairly good summation of how I feel. My life has gone through a violent, painful ending, but I'm still breathing. I've just had a new life inflicted on me.
I'm not going to describe the other pieces that made a strong impression on me. Concentrating on finding a concise of expression defining emotional pain just makes it hurt more.
I was a bit worried that I felt a bit dazed and disoriented each time I left a studio and had to try to remember which direction I had come from and what studios I hadn't seen. Now I understand that my brain was just trying to protect itself. Distraction is what I need.
Fuzzy-headed, muddled recall is a blessing.