On the Up and Up
I'm on the up and up
I haven't given up
Given up on what
I know I'm capable of
Welcome to degeneratelyre and figmentj - connected via the Friending Frenzy over at bluesgirly's journal. I am sure good times will be had by all.
I'm taking a quick break from constant work in Browsers after getting my photocopy of a 1930 Kandinsky watercolor piece enlarged to about the size that allows me to print two colors to a screen. Yesterday I dropped by my friend Isaac's place so he could take a look at my speakers and see if screwing them back in would fix the buzz... Nope, need to get them replaced soon. I watched him and his best friend playing around with a car stereo in a partially-gutted Honda sports car, and I wondered to myself if I'd have been in that position a lot more often had I been the possessor of a somewhat conventional father figure, and if along with a better knowledge of the car, I'd have been taught enough of football to actually find the patterns in it (as I can in hockey and basketball). Anyway, I ended up asking to use Isaac's laptop and his empty living room as study space since I figured I'd get a lot more work done and I actually managed to finish all my readings for English today, which greatly improved my appreciation for seeing the old B&W movie version of Great Expectations in class today. I ran errands this morning for sculpture and discovered that the remaining items for my project are going to not be quite as expensive as perhaps I had thought, which is excellent.
Today I ran errands and spent my mother's money through our joint credit card since I'm broke until Thursday, though I consider a lot of that a loan. I was a little disappointed that on my third trip to Market Mall I still haven't managed to intersect with and actually meet fordanglia on her home turf. Girl, if you're not working all day on Saturday you should come out to my Birthday. (Still no locale for the dance party in the evening though. I really must get on that and figure it out tomorrow sometime. Between the sculpture and reading and randomness that is Wednesday for me.)
I turned down a job with Kelly's even though it was $11 an hour, it was store inventory and I assumed it would mean being on my feet for 8 hours. I'm not feeling so good lately on account of allergies and that's not something I was interested in doing this week. It's okay. I'll live. By the time I got the cheque for that I'd have a small amount of money in the bank again.
I dropped by my boss-from-this-summer's office to drop off some forms and we had a conversation about the final demise of the short period in history and art known as postmodernism. It has been summarily rejected by my generation, who has demanded that there be a message, that the emptiness be filled. It was only a matter of time, and a blip on the radar. Who knows where this new era will go, or what name will be chosen for it, or whether it will cap off the old era or create the new one. I told him I was interested in seeing where it was going to go. A renewal of hope for the future, at any rate, and a great realization that puts a spring in my step.
I was realizing over the last several days how happy I am with me, with my own self and where I'm taking that body, soul, and mind. It shocked me to realize that this is how it should be. I love my life right now. I love the ideas I have for my future. I'm happier than I've ever been, more at peace with my own dark depths, and totally thrilled about the coming moment when I release all my current secrets to any observer with the patience to find the key. My final art show is becoming exactly what I'd always wanted - the catharsis of my youth. I will step out of this institution, step out of its shackles with more freedom than I've ever had both inside and out.
That day will come, but for now I'm swamped with homework and must go back to Printmaking to start work on the Ode to Kandinsky... I always found his stuff calming, even though it's busy. Calming and fun. So hopefully the print process will be the same this time.
I haven't given up
Given up on what
I know I'm capable of
Welcome to degeneratelyre and figmentj - connected via the Friending Frenzy over at bluesgirly's journal. I am sure good times will be had by all.
I'm taking a quick break from constant work in Browsers after getting my photocopy of a 1930 Kandinsky watercolor piece enlarged to about the size that allows me to print two colors to a screen. Yesterday I dropped by my friend Isaac's place so he could take a look at my speakers and see if screwing them back in would fix the buzz... Nope, need to get them replaced soon. I watched him and his best friend playing around with a car stereo in a partially-gutted Honda sports car, and I wondered to myself if I'd have been in that position a lot more often had I been the possessor of a somewhat conventional father figure, and if along with a better knowledge of the car, I'd have been taught enough of football to actually find the patterns in it (as I can in hockey and basketball). Anyway, I ended up asking to use Isaac's laptop and his empty living room as study space since I figured I'd get a lot more work done and I actually managed to finish all my readings for English today, which greatly improved my appreciation for seeing the old B&W movie version of Great Expectations in class today. I ran errands this morning for sculpture and discovered that the remaining items for my project are going to not be quite as expensive as perhaps I had thought, which is excellent.
Today I ran errands and spent my mother's money through our joint credit card since I'm broke until Thursday, though I consider a lot of that a loan. I was a little disappointed that on my third trip to Market Mall I still haven't managed to intersect with and actually meet fordanglia on her home turf. Girl, if you're not working all day on Saturday you should come out to my Birthday. (Still no locale for the dance party in the evening though. I really must get on that and figure it out tomorrow sometime. Between the sculpture and reading and randomness that is Wednesday for me.)
I turned down a job with Kelly's even though it was $11 an hour, it was store inventory and I assumed it would mean being on my feet for 8 hours. I'm not feeling so good lately on account of allergies and that's not something I was interested in doing this week. It's okay. I'll live. By the time I got the cheque for that I'd have a small amount of money in the bank again.
I dropped by my boss-from-this-summer's office to drop off some forms and we had a conversation about the final demise of the short period in history and art known as postmodernism. It has been summarily rejected by my generation, who has demanded that there be a message, that the emptiness be filled. It was only a matter of time, and a blip on the radar. Who knows where this new era will go, or what name will be chosen for it, or whether it will cap off the old era or create the new one. I told him I was interested in seeing where it was going to go. A renewal of hope for the future, at any rate, and a great realization that puts a spring in my step.
I was realizing over the last several days how happy I am with me, with my own self and where I'm taking that body, soul, and mind. It shocked me to realize that this is how it should be. I love my life right now. I love the ideas I have for my future. I'm happier than I've ever been, more at peace with my own dark depths, and totally thrilled about the coming moment when I release all my current secrets to any observer with the patience to find the key. My final art show is becoming exactly what I'd always wanted - the catharsis of my youth. I will step out of this institution, step out of its shackles with more freedom than I've ever had both inside and out.
That day will come, but for now I'm swamped with homework and must go back to Printmaking to start work on the Ode to Kandinsky... I always found his stuff calming, even though it's busy. Calming and fun. So hopefully the print process will be the same this time.