Curiousity

Photorealism, painting by Ana Teresa Fernadez. So, so sick. I am obsessed with photorealism. I blows my mind, everytime.

Yesterday I was in Dick Blick, and art supply store picking up some fabric dye. I always go goo-goo eyed over markers, paint, paper, and anything of the sort. It makes me wonder if maybe I should have gone into art instead of design.

Don't get me wrong. I adore design. Art and design are of course, completely similar- one merely focuses more on form while the other aims to master function. It's just when people start drooling over things like wool satin, I don't really feel much of anything. Little excitement, little wonder. Fabric is nice. Sewing techniques are nice. But is nice really a word you want to use to describe the aspects of your chosen field? I could spend my life visiting art museums. I could move into a art store and experiment with new media each day and never get bored. I almost bought a oil pastel the size of my fist yesterday merely because it was so fascinating. I hate working with oil pastels! Art supplies just make my heart skip a beat, I suppose.

Form x Function?

♥ Lini.

Been There, Tapped That.

Photorealism is so sick. I love Modern Photorealism because it isn't just portraits of royalty. I secretly like to pretend I'm Chuck Close* sometimes, walking around with nonprescription frames and scraggly hair. Except I cannot paint this well considering my painting career really only grew from the finger variety to the acrylic point, line, and plane kind they feed you in design school.

*On a side note though, Chuck Close should probably hire someone better to work on his site since is seems he put his focus entirely on making super awesome paintings.

The one above and the one below are by Diego Gravinese. The last is Yigal Ozeri, who you might want to Google because he's awesome, but apparently also failed in the website making department. So did Diego honestly, is there something here I'm failing to see? Some I'm to artsy to be online thing? I have like five tabs open as we speak, so I missed that memo.

Being said, I have a final Tuesday.

The written kind.

The worst kind. I think I forgot how to take that kind a long time ago.

I never really believed people when they said "I don't study well" or "I don't test well". I certainly believe it now. I formerly thought everyone's brains were capable of doing the same things and people just made excuses not to. I don't know if I stopped using my cranium enough, or if the intended purpose of my mind finally kicked in, but "I don't study well". That's me saying it, and it is true. I just cannot recall facts, nor do I care to.

I want to be out of school immediately and in school forever simultaneously. Contrast has always attracted me I guess.

Lastly, I will just say, boys are confusing. Men are confusing. I hear things and I see things which only further prove this. Today my neighbor came over to eat some pie, and I just couldn't believe the things she was saying about a man in her life. I decided I don't believe in evolution, we are all in fact neanderthals. It doesn't matter if they're 16, 26, or, not that I know personally, 76, they're all just children. And to be fair, maybe all girls and women are crazy. I really hate games. I hate being benched, but when I get put in, I wonder why I ever complained about sitting on the sidelines at all.

I didn't know this game we were playing even had a set of rules.

-Modest Mouse

♥ Lini.