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what is art? an artists expression of internal thought? open-ended questions for others to answer? or perhaps just an attempt to release some inner demond?
i met my mom at the hirshorn today after i finished class. i hadn't been in so long, its one of my favorites. i saw this new exhibit by Negushi (sp?) ... some pretty interesting works. scultpures made by connecting seperate pieces. it has to be just right, otherwise it doesn't stand. and experimentation with "new" metals. then we went upstairs and looked at some other exhibits. some pretty intense stuff - there are pieces that are reactions to ... war? vietnam i guess, stuff from the 60s. some of it is scary, kinda hits home.
i miss going downtown, walking around the still rooms, absorbing the sometimes half empty rooms, and then the full walls. i dont like spending 10 hours in front of each piece, but sometimes just kinda observing an artists ... w/e ... its good.
ill have to drag someone downtown w/ me sometime. i dont really like to go alone, sometimes its nice to hear what someone else has to say about a work.
espc as the weather gets nice, walking along the runners on the dirt paths, breathing the semi-cool refreshing air. its still clean and pure, the humidity hasn't kicked in yet and the bitterness from the dead-winter is starting to disappear.
i met my mom at the hirshorn today after i finished class. i hadn't been in so long, its one of my favorites. i saw this new exhibit by Negushi (sp?) ... some pretty interesting works. scultpures made by connecting seperate pieces. it has to be just right, otherwise it doesn't stand. and experimentation with "new" metals. then we went upstairs and looked at some other exhibits. some pretty intense stuff - there are pieces that are reactions to ... war? vietnam i guess, stuff from the 60s. some of it is scary, kinda hits home.
i miss going downtown, walking around the still rooms, absorbing the sometimes half empty rooms, and then the full walls. i dont like spending 10 hours in front of each piece, but sometimes just kinda observing an artists ... w/e ... its good.
ill have to drag someone downtown w/ me sometime. i dont really like to go alone, sometimes its nice to hear what someone else has to say about a work.
espc as the weather gets nice, walking along the runners on the dirt paths, breathing the semi-cool refreshing air. its still clean and pure, the humidity hasn't kicked in yet and the bitterness from the dead-winter is starting to disappear.