THIS ICON, FOREVER
TODAY WAS NATIONAL GALLERY SITTING IN AND DRAWING THINGS DAY. WE GOT ASSIGNED A PAINTING TO GO FIND AND SIT IN FRONT OF AND ~STUDY~
IT ENDED BADLY
I TOOK NOTES
they went like this:
"i swear if i see one more PORTRAIT OF THE DUCHESS OF WHATEVER or AN ALLEGORY: NOW WITH MORE LOUNGING NAKED CHICKS i am going to tear my own face clean off
man i love how in like the 17th century people were all YES AND I HAVE INCLUDED IMAGES OF CUPID AND THIS MAN IN A TROUBLING MASK
THEY REPRESENT LOVE AND BETRAYAL
like you couldn't fucking tell that without more random people just hanging around Jupiter and Io
it just makes it look like a creepy orgy
ALSO: ORPHEUS WAS A DISNEY PRINCESS
augh the sheer volume of biblical illustrations depicting white blond people which take place in what is clearly western europe!!! /FLIPS A TABLE
fuck, i was just IN this room I am so lost
hahaha young man holding a skull (SIDENOTE: I BOUGHT THIS POSTCARD. IT'S GOOD, DOES IT REMIND YOU OF ANYONE)
oh man more allegories fml. I WAS JUST IN THIS ROOM! I REMEMBER BECAUSE IT MAKE ME ANGRY
in other news i do not think i shall ever 1. find my painting or 2. escape this museum at all.
i keep passing 'the vision of st helena' and her face describes how i feel exactly. FACEPALM, WALLSWOON.
augh i cannot even find the painting i am supposed to be drawing in the postcard collection in the gift shop to try to see what it LOOKS like. i utterly fail in every way, omg. a man told me i wasn't allowed to sit on the stairs and i started crying. i would tell the tutors i feel unwell but i cannot find any of them. i should ask someone where this painting is but i am afraid of other humans and i would just burst into tears on their shoes or something
hat lif
i think i will fuck off and come back on the weekend once i have found where the fucking painting actually is. i brought the wrong size sketchbook anyway because i suck.
tried going to the portrait gallery but it did not help
i just do not have the energy to go and laugh at the facial expressions of the men in the 18th and 19th century parliament paintings (what other reason could one possibly have for going to the portrait gallery)"
I did see a great big wooden sign on the way home on which someone had graffiti'd "I LIKED BEING A TREE BETTER", which cheered me slightly. all in all, though, I have long since passed 'stupidly ruffled' and progressed swiftly to 'screaming head-falling-off inadequacy', which is unpleasant.
fuuuuuck
IT ENDED BADLY
I TOOK NOTES
they went like this:
"i swear if i see one more PORTRAIT OF THE DUCHESS OF WHATEVER or AN ALLEGORY: NOW WITH MORE LOUNGING NAKED CHICKS i am going to tear my own face clean off
man i love how in like the 17th century people were all YES AND I HAVE INCLUDED IMAGES OF CUPID AND THIS MAN IN A TROUBLING MASK
THEY REPRESENT LOVE AND BETRAYAL
like you couldn't fucking tell that without more random people just hanging around Jupiter and Io
it just makes it look like a creepy orgy
ALSO: ORPHEUS WAS A DISNEY PRINCESS
augh the sheer volume of biblical illustrations depicting white blond people which take place in what is clearly western europe!!! /FLIPS A TABLE
fuck, i was just IN this room I am so lost
hahaha young man holding a skull (SIDENOTE: I BOUGHT THIS POSTCARD. IT'S GOOD, DOES IT REMIND YOU OF ANYONE)
oh man more allegories fml. I WAS JUST IN THIS ROOM! I REMEMBER BECAUSE IT MAKE ME ANGRY
in other news i do not think i shall ever 1. find my painting or 2. escape this museum at all.
i keep passing 'the vision of st helena' and her face describes how i feel exactly. FACEPALM, WALLSWOON.
augh i cannot even find the painting i am supposed to be drawing in the postcard collection in the gift shop to try to see what it LOOKS like. i utterly fail in every way, omg. a man told me i wasn't allowed to sit on the stairs and i started crying. i would tell the tutors i feel unwell but i cannot find any of them. i should ask someone where this painting is but i am afraid of other humans and i would just burst into tears on their shoes or something
hat lif
i think i will fuck off and come back on the weekend once i have found where the fucking painting actually is. i brought the wrong size sketchbook anyway because i suck.
tried going to the portrait gallery but it did not help
i just do not have the energy to go and laugh at the facial expressions of the men in the 18th and 19th century parliament paintings (what other reason could one possibly have for going to the portrait gallery)"
I did see a great big wooden sign on the way home on which someone had graffiti'd "I LIKED BEING A TREE BETTER", which cheered me slightly. all in all, though, I have long since passed 'stupidly ruffled' and progressed swiftly to 'screaming head-falling-off inadequacy', which is unpleasant.
fuuuuuck