Killer.

I will never understand...

Golf on TV
Car alarm...I have yet to see one actually serve its purpose.
The miracle of life
Racism
Tanning beds
Phelps dolphin like characteristics
Leashes for toddlers
Chia pets
Scenic paintings
Celebrity obsessions

Smirk.

Next time you walk by someone...smile.

It may mean alot more to someone then you think.

People don't smile enough anyway.

I also think that is worth noting that all of the pictures that are posted are of my environment
and the room that I am doomed to for the rest of the semester.
I found that taking pictures helps my space feel bigger...and not just a cubicle.

Sizzle.

I like to wear sunglasses in grocery stores and see the pissed off reactions of people.

Why are they upset when I wear sunglasses inside?

Is it intimidating or is it making them uncomfortable?

And if it is making them uncomfortable....why?

Also why is Thursday nights considered Fridays here?

When did this rule start and when will it stop?

Blah.

It was an inspiring day...I was just too out of it to notice.

Two observations that somehow managed to catch my attention were...

• Everyday at five thirty like clockwork the smokers at my dorm come out of hiding to smoke together. They huddle around in a circle and enjoy eachothers company for ten minutes and then peace out. I feel like it is a secret club...but you have to be a smoker to be even glanced at. If I didn't gag at the smell of it I would take it up just for the secretive conversations.

• I was following a car today from Idaho that had a bumbersticker that said "I love my wife". That just made me really happy.

Diamonds.

"It's not your painting anymore.

It stopped being your painting the moment that you finished it."

-Jeff Melvoin

I am constantly reminding myself of this truth for the first project.

The reality is this...

My piece is no longer going to be mine...fine.

I will no longer have a say in what they do...errrr fine.

And honestly...

I don't want a say in what they do.

Who am I to tell you how you should interact with art?

What is the point if there are rules?

You may as well be handing over your piece along with

a list of instructions on what to do and what not to do.

Let it go.

Trix.

So the ipod and I reunited (I couldn't stay away).

Here is a list of random song lines that I have been listening to.

Cheesy, but I feel a necessity on my blog.

What is the connection that some studio artists seem to have with their music?

It is like our drug...our fix...our inspiration while we ourselves are trying to inspire through paint, clay, and paper. At times I feel as though the artist is no longer me. Rather the band and lyrics I am listening to should take all the credit.

• Who made up all the rules? We follow them like fools.
• The madness you feel will soon subside.
• Everyone you know will someday die.
• We walk around pretending we're all grown up.
• Nobody knows you and nobody gives a DAMN.
• Live fast and die young.
• Hoping that an unknown force can repair things for you.

• You wasted life, Why wouldn't you waste death.
• You can't always get what you want.

• While we're on the subject, Can we change the subject now?
• The worst part is there is no one else to blame.
• Soon everybody will ask what became of you.
• Whats the point of holding onto what never gets used?
• I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war if you can tell me something worth fighting for.

So which is better....my world and the convos without the ipod that I posted a couple of days ago, or the convo that I found within my own headphones? Which is real and which is fabricated? Or are they one in the same?

Filler.

Everything must have a purpose.

Your actions, your thoughts, your art. No longer is beauty or the asthetic of an object the main goal. If it doesn't have meaning it becomes meaningless.

Purpose is tiring.

I miss making the art just because it is there and it was created. Now you have to have an essay and bibliography to back up your insanity. Which trying to make sense of the insane is a project in and of itself.

Moving on with life.

I have been observing and writing more...but it is not complete so instead here are two short questions that I, eventually in time, will be able to answer for myself.

• What is mightier? The brush or the sword?
  
• What is the requirement for art to be, well, art?