mintcar

beauty vanishes like a puff of breath on a cold morning. i equate it with happiness, but unfortunately, it's not a good way to live. pleasure vanishes as soon as it arrives.

but, i'm young, and it doesn't really matter. today i slept after i came back from a pleasant day at school, and after eating raw fish, i took a long nap, after which i woke up very unhappy. bizarre. maybe it's because i read a very depressing article about the PETA in the new yorker right before i fell asleep. about hens that live in their feces and pigs that exist in concrete crates until they die. the feeling still lingers. my eyes are drooping as i type, but if only i could force these words out of me ... mu s t do c u me n t !

last night, thanks to booce, i saw sigur ros in seat 116 ee at the paramount. it was a crazy juxtoposition: the setting and the actors (i mean, the band). it's the art deco with the electric, chilling sounds and the green search lights and the blobs of smooth, soft-edged color in jarring motion ... bleak landscapes and people kissing. oh yes, and the white petals falling across a dark blue sky, or was it the thousands of lights reflecting off tiny waves in the ocean? it was just too much memory ... i never would have imagined that i could sit in one place for two hours and remember so much, being fed this ambrosia of sound, color, and lights. those fleeting moments where you look outside your window one windy day and it's raining tiny white leaves ...

so, now i'm thinking about the ridiculous things i have to trudge through, while i could be educating myself ... but, on the other hand, i made up my mind to coordinate a de-cal class next fall ... (or the next spring) ... figure drawing. from live figures, and some animals, too. any media, you decide: clay, print, photograph, charcoal, oils. collage. anything. and then, an end of class art show! with hors d'oeuvre..s!

sleepy ... good night