I went with a friend to the Museum of the Living Artist yesterday at Balboa Park and the exhibits were just lovely. Some were definitely better than others (especially this one abstract piece made out of plywood - it blew me away), but they were all pretty impressive. I adore modern art. I love having artist friends to go to art museums with... I love sharing the same passion for seeing, as well as creating, beautiful things...
"Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don't believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art's sake.
- E. M. Forster
So on a completely different note, what do you do if your feelings about someone won't go away? When you still have the overwhelmingly strong desire to kiss someone and to touch him and to be with him? To just love him all night long... <<sigh>> I won't let the loneliness get the better of me...
Anyways, I finished the bleeding heart painting. I've decided to do a series with it - so I have 2 more canvases in mind to complete the "Art is Visible" series. I'm also working on another idea - it'll be 4 mini 8 x 10 canvases with a "cycle of love" theme. First will be a bleeding heart with a kissing couple in the middle of it. Next will be a heart full of bite marks that reads "CONSUME ME". Then there'll be a heart crumbling into pieces, and finally a heart all bandaged and stitched up. All of them will have an accompaning poem that I've already written...
I have Finals this week!! I'm graduating this Saturday (technically - I still have a summer school class)!! In 5 days my time at UCSD will be over. I'm feeling both sad and estatic at the same time. It feels so damn good to be done!! Whooo!
xoxo, CC
P.S. Has anyone heard of the band Infected Mushroom?? I just discovered them, and I'm hooked. They're an outrageous blend of electronic, new age, spoken word, instrumental, ambient, classical, and rock. SOO FUCKING GOOD. Download them now!!
P.P.S. Here's an old poem of mine:
"of pulp and thunder"
please
think blank thoughts
white and clean as bone
smooth lines of curving
emptiness
and soundless fury
trapped in this black fleshy womb
of a room
escape is but a fallen
whimper
and sleep is the eye of the hurricane
that i cant enter
the shadows seem to know
that pain is pulp in their teeth -
mine especially beats
to the rhythm of thunder,
like Poes telltale heart
tearing up
the floorboards
"Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don't believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art's sake.
- E. M. Forster
So on a completely different note, what do you do if your feelings about someone won't go away? When you still have the overwhelmingly strong desire to kiss someone and to touch him and to be with him? To just love him all night long... <<sigh>> I won't let the loneliness get the better of me...
Anyways, I finished the bleeding heart painting. I've decided to do a series with it - so I have 2 more canvases in mind to complete the "Art is Visible" series. I'm also working on another idea - it'll be 4 mini 8 x 10 canvases with a "cycle of love" theme. First will be a bleeding heart with a kissing couple in the middle of it. Next will be a heart full of bite marks that reads "CONSUME ME". Then there'll be a heart crumbling into pieces, and finally a heart all bandaged and stitched up. All of them will have an accompaning poem that I've already written...
I have Finals this week!! I'm graduating this Saturday (technically - I still have a summer school class)!! In 5 days my time at UCSD will be over. I'm feeling both sad and estatic at the same time. It feels so damn good to be done!! Whooo!
xoxo, CC
P.S. Has anyone heard of the band Infected Mushroom?? I just discovered them, and I'm hooked. They're an outrageous blend of electronic, new age, spoken word, instrumental, ambient, classical, and rock. SOO FUCKING GOOD. Download them now!!
P.P.S. Here's an old poem of mine:
"of pulp and thunder"
please
think blank thoughts
white and clean as bone
smooth lines of curving
emptiness
and soundless fury
trapped in this black fleshy womb
of a room
escape is but a fallen
whimper
and sleep is the eye of the hurricane
that i cant enter
the shadows seem to know
that pain is pulp in their teeth -
mine especially beats
to the rhythm of thunder,
like Poes telltale heart
tearing up
the floorboards