Jul 09, 2004 02:37
Tomorrow I buy Modest Mouse tickets for the girl who hates your smile and myself. I also develop film that contains the evidence of me & Luke's Dress Up For Pictures Day. Let's see how I hold up. Outlook so far: iffy.
I went to Newbury Comics today to look for cds. I found about eight cheap ones then I remembered I only had $12. They weren't that cheap. I ended up buying none, getting a dirty look from the clerk, and buying a bagel for dinner.
I've been thinking a lot lately about art (in all its forms). Recently, I have gravitated towards it in its visual forms. I have strayed from literature (although I'm reading more now than I have in months) and found solace in painting, drawing, designing, etc. I think I might be better off as a Fine Arts major, but I feel it would be a waste at Brandeis. The program doesn't seem strong enough.
Then again, I don't know how I feel about art in general anymore. Does it serve any practical purpose? Is it purely selfish and self-absorbed? I can see how it helps the artist, but I don't see how it helps anyone else. I'm a big believer in expression, but I don't know if I see a point anymore. I know art is important. I can't imagine a world without it, but does that justify its existence? It doesn't do anything. There are no tangible/visible/notcieable results that come from creating something.
Am I making any sense?
That said, I'm off to illustrate a poem I just wrote.