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[ink_ling]

Feelin' just a wee under the weather today. Scratchy throat, swollen mini-eggs perched in it. Congestion. Mild achiness and tiredness. Going to wrangle through the work day, most likely stay home from the weekly Faerie potluck, and curl up in bed, read. I will NOT be sickly for my long weekend

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[creepy1966]

You,too,eh?
That sucks..

[ink_ling]

Yeah ... And it's deepenin' as the day goes on ... . Hittin' the couch or bed when I get home ... .

You stay home today?

[paulonleave]

Decrying "low-effort" art? Photorealistic painting? Hmmm. Are we supposed to applaud artists because they do something that was hard for them to do, that took a long time or a lot of effort? I have no capacity for drawing, but I'm good with words. I could write a sonnet more easily than I could paint a picture. Does that mean that my picture would be better than my sonnet, because I had to work harder at it? As a person who experiences an artwork, I honestly couldn't give a shit whether it was low effort or high effort, if indeed I could even tell.

Let's decry low-effort appreciation of art instead.

Sorry to get so worked up that I forgot to say that I'm sorry you're feeling poorly. Get well soon.

[ink_ling]

Wow! :) Got your nerves cracking, eh?

I completely agree with you and told him so. At that point, he genuinely clarified and also said that he was talking about the effort of "thought", too -- where what was presented was obviously slapdash, both in terms of technique and meaning.

I tried to steer him towards looking at the piece itself, rather than assuming the intent of the artist; he agreed.

As I understood it, he was chafing at how art becomes eaten by a kind of instant-gratification, consumerist society -- in the art's production as well as in its viewing.

I think he meant well and engaged with everything said. He was not strident. :)

I hope that makes you feel better. :)

Thanks for the well wishes. I am feeling a little more droopy as the day goes on but look forward to some horizontal, quiet time at home this evening.

[shawnsyms]

*massages your temples*

[ink_ling]

:: Slumps in the extremes of comfort ::

(A friend told me zee would give me a post-Xmas massage to help me shunt any tension left over for the holidays. Maybe I should call in that offer!)

[champdaddy]

personally I can't wait to have the whole Thomas Kincade collection of Glade air freshner candles. (that's a joke btw)

hope you feel better quick.

[ink_ling]

I had never heard of him until this guy told me about him. I looked him up on-line. Wow! So perty in the welcome-home-goose kind of sickening way.

A couple of people overheard us talking and came to Kinkade's defense. It really highlighted some folks' ideologies, let's say.

Am farting around on-line now ... trying to do nothing so I will be bettered by the weekend, if not tomorrow morning. :: Crosses fingers ::

[fuchsiafalling]

"Please do not speak to me, dead bird."

that's a poem in itself. beautiful.

[ink_ling]

Thanks, Toot!

Makes me think of "The Hours" for some reason does that line. :)

I hope you like that Erdrich book. Hope it keeps you nice company while you're resting in your greater toothlessness.