Showing posts with label Artsy Mood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Artsy Mood. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
30 Days
Today started out nice and then the weather turned cold and wet. Dreary. Rain is splattering my window. My economics book lies open on the desk in front of me and I put off studying the disadvantages of sole proprietorship a little longer. I want to try one of those 30 days of creativity things. You know, you pick an art medium and do something with it every day for a month. A daily photo, poem, free write, painting - whatever you want. I was also thinking it would be interesting to do this for several months in a row with different mediums. I believe that everyone's life is rich and textured if only they can find the motivation to open their eyes and look closely; doing a 30 day exploration into the little things that make life so substantial could change a person in beautiful ways.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Some of My Loves
I love - ballet. It's fluidity, it's illusion, it's technicalities, it's discipline and it's tradition. Putting on leotard and tights can change a body into someone who is dedicated, focused, and knows something. Ballet is hard work, but work with a goal. All art, to be fully realized, must come with some price, but it is worth it. Ballet is music visualized. When I dance, I can become the whistles of the flute, the tinklings of the piano and the cry of the violin.
I love - books. How they feel in my hands, the way the black text looks against white, the small of the ink, the feel of a page between my fingers. When I get a new stack of books from the library, I come home, go up to the privacy of my room and sit on my bed to dissect them, one by one. It is a very personal experience. I must find out the weight and color of the page, the size and style of the font, determine the thickness of the book, and caress it in my hands. Like a miser who delights in and guards his gold am I; please, please do not put any dents or creases in the crisp white page, and by all means DON'T spill anything on it. Blemishes on the page ruin the whole effect.
I love - light. It can change the whole feel of things, take you back in time, or bewitch you. Crisp, clean and white, golden-crème and organic, heavy & secretive before a storm, tinted green in the spring and pink during a sunset. Yes, light holds a special place in my heart.
I love - books. How they feel in my hands, the way the black text looks against white, the small of the ink, the feel of a page between my fingers. When I get a new stack of books from the library, I come home, go up to the privacy of my room and sit on my bed to dissect them, one by one. It is a very personal experience. I must find out the weight and color of the page, the size and style of the font, determine the thickness of the book, and caress it in my hands. Like a miser who delights in and guards his gold am I; please, please do not put any dents or creases in the crisp white page, and by all means DON'T spill anything on it. Blemishes on the page ruin the whole effect.
I love - light. It can change the whole feel of things, take you back in time, or bewitch you. Crisp, clean and white, golden-crème and organic, heavy & secretive before a storm, tinted green in the spring and pink during a sunset. Yes, light holds a special place in my heart.
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