NO NO NO NO

I call bullshit



I'm sick with some sort of flu but there is only so much sleep one can force themselves into. Since I am bound to inactivity and trying my best to avoid complete boredom, I have resorted to reclining on my couch-bed with the tv remote.

So I'm flip flip flipping during commercials for the E! True Hollywood Story; Donald Trump...and come across a profile on an art dealer. This woman caters to extremely rich people and advises them on adding to/preserving/showcasing their art collections.
Blah blah blah...she visits back rooms of museums to keep up-to-date on the latest pieces of art for sale...blah blah blah...and then I see one of these spin paintings by contemporary artist Damien Hirst. For sale. For $20,000.

No way. If I thought bullshit then...my thoughts were solidified when I read the description of these "spin paintings" posted on the webpage above. It's not that I disagree that each painting is unique...it's just that WHY IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE INTERESTING? I'd rather have my cousin's 20 year old spin art tee shirt framed and hung on my wall. I found it much more intriguing to watch a clip last year of Bjork making a spin painting while strings attached to her fingers released paint as she played the piano. Maybe just maybe I find that act to illustrate something MORE about action, reaction, experimentation and chance...

Hirst merely pours his paint on to a spinning circular canvas...I am currently looking up more info on the artist...whos name I've heard thrown around since I was in art school;

" Hirst actively seeks to achieve a sense of randomness in his spin paintings (formless splashes of color created by pouring paint onto spinning, circular canvases). The artist explains the source of inspiration for his series of spot paintings: "The aim is to set up a kind of visual humming...they represent the ultimate variety of life...and are random attempts to communicate within a rigid system."

I am so uninspired by the art world right now.

(The sound of wind beating against parentheses)

The wind is blowing very hard tonight.

and btw, i'll be blogging from my work travel blog for the next nine days. see you later.
www.pencilpaperkeyboarderaser.blogspot.com

Laura

I tried writing a letter to my roommate when we moved out last October. I found a draft on my computer tonight...and I can't finish it. This letter...I don't think...needs an ending or a conclusion. I think now; that must be the whole point.



February, 2006, before we actually moved in together, I attended a birthday dinner for your sister. As we sat next to eachother, sharing Indian cuisine ,I was blown away…drained, in fact, by your energy. By the end of the night I barely had anything to say; you seemed to suck the air I could expend for words like a vacuum…and churn it into a conversation of your own. You had the most beautiful blue eyeshadow on.

69 was our address and it couldn’t fit us more perfectly. A Taurus and a Scorpio, the builder, the destroyer, a girl who tries to crunch a beauty routine into twenty minutes a day and a girl who spends hours in front of a mirror before any given event…I kept my door closed, and you were not afraid to open it. I tried to keep my possessions to myself…you did not hestitate to grab my dishes and silverware, mixing it in with your own. We are very different people, yet somehow our paths in life seemed to mirror one another. As I write this, I want you to know that I wouldn’t change one thing that we experienced in the past year and a half.

We cried like babies, laughed like little girls and shared uncomfortable moments that made me realize that you have to get messy in order for anything in this world to have meaning...that you have to deal with dirt in order to learn what it means to be a woman. We're both still learning.

The night we moved out of the apartment you said something as we stood in the doorway…looking down an empty hallway…into an empty kitchen where you used to share your home-cooked meals with me,

“When we moved in here, it was like we both wanted so badly to be something.”

I'M OBSESSED!

I can't stop watching this video!!! The music, the "artistic" placement of the food bowls, those greedy little kittens....and again...THE MUSIC!

Dear Juke,

I have no regrets, I still think you are beautiful...I still look fondly upon the day my man signed for your package...and i squealed as I took you out of the box and held you in my hands. You are so tiny and neat. I like the...idea of you...but alas I have realized you are not the phone for me...and back to the store you must go.

Sigh,
L.

This is the second to last thing I entered in my sketchbook:



And this is the last:



That had to have been a month ago...COME ON! Time to move on...hopefully posting these will force me to doodle some more.