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A Morsel of What I Have Been Up To

15 June, 2010 Tuesday // Art, Life

iconSometimes I find myself sitting quietly, usually in the car, having my thoughts chase each other around, pondering my way through a map of the universe, stringing together what I can make of myself…and the world. It can be a frightening place, for after a while, when I land back to my senses (somewhat), I find myself on the brink of a void – void, and not the cliché abyss – where it is as if I really am in that moment the stardust we are all made of. The notion of nothing-ness, only I take it a step further and apply it to everything that matters to me most. I am finding now, maybe it is the fact that I am constantly “rediscovering” myself, it is the reason I am despairingly stuck in a rut that takes so much effort to remove myself from. I don’t doubt I am a romantic person, not the sense of warm, lovely candlelit auras and scented breezes through the shutters, but that unanchored, dreamy sort, with piles of images and thoughts flitting past in a perpetually nostalgic slideshow. And it is such a perplexing matter, when thinking about it afterwards, that in these moments, I am not really peering in at myself, or myself at all…they are really the most unselfish moments of my waking life – everything is strung on a quivering thread, as fragile as that golden string the Fates sever, without a thought. Without a thought. It is the strangest place, there, too. Once you leave, you cannot go back, for then you are caught up in trying to return, it is quite impossible to go back. Yet when you are there….are you really? Or is it just a moment’s peace, prolonged by the silence of the surroundings. Not silence in the literal sense, for that hardly ever matters. To me it doesn’t at least. There is nothing better than that particular silence.


Shakin’ It Up

12 April, 2010 Monday // Art, Life, Photography

iconOMG. Spring break is over. School is back in session. My peers and I are now in constant panic mode for the next month. Mental alarm bells go off too often to ever settle down in calm. On the other hand, here are some things I have observed whilst driving along congested LA freeways (the 110 North for those who know). I noted odd things, tells you a lot about what you can catch—or miss—when you don’t live with your eyes open wide at the world.

  • I saw a man eating pizza, ravenously at that…how he kept his eyes on the road and hands on the wheel escapes me
  • I saw a man picking his nose, deeply at that…how he thought no one was watching him obviously turned out false
  • I saw a man who looked like he just got beat up, badly at that…how he can drive with black eyes (plural) and looking like he was in pain escapes me, too
  • I saw a man driving a yellow cab, smoking with his hand hanging out the window, with a pinkie nail that was Wolverine status in length (yechh)…creepy to the max, it didn’t help that he looked like a thoroughly unpleasant character

The shoe salespeople at Macy’s work like snails with Alzheimer’s and the woman who worked at See’s Candy wouldn’t have looked out of place in Willy Wonka’s factory. I love my box of soft centers…they are delicious.
My parents and I went to see the Renoir exhibit at LACMA (Los Angeles County Museum of Art) last Monday and it was beautiful, as was to be expected. It was of his later works, centered around portraiture and his bathing nudes. I’m not much of a nudes savant, I love scenery (although landscape after landscape does get boring after a while), for example, I love the works of Monet. Renoir was a very talented old man, lucky, too. My mom brought up the fact of how Renoir lived a fairly pleasant and comfortable life as one of those rare successful artists in his own lifetime, whereas Van Gogh starved half of the time and painted pathos-ridden still lifes of sunflowers and his few meager potatoes. He became famous after his premature death (37 years old). I have to say, Renoir was good at drawing women the way they are, unlike the surreal artistic style of Picasso (I swear, sometimes his women look like hybrids of cows, pigs, and birds). Oh, for those pizza lovers out there, the King of New York pizzeria on Western has an absolutely delicious vegetarian pizza, oh my heavens, it is heavenly.
My choir concert went very well, I had so much fun. It was a lot of work and rehearsals, but there’s nothing like being on that stage, singing your heart out with people you love, and finishing off to ravishing applause for three bows. This concert was for fundraising, so it wasn’t the usual “choir” heavyweight repertoire—our show was very theatrical in order to attract a wider audience and so we could pull it off and have fun. Bel Canto (the top/oldest group I’m in) had three costume changes…at least there’s only thirteen of us, otherwise chaos in the dressing room.
Now I know I really need to get going on a new version, I’m getting tired of this now although I can never forget my roots, but I also need time to plan and design and right now I don’t have that! :( For Naeolia, as my main site, I always make a huge version change because my baby deserves it. I’m not one of those people who churn out layouts (though Lucy you are amazing and can do it fabulously) like new iPods—it’s always a fairly long process for me. I guess it’s just the way I work so bear with me. :) Wow, I think I’ve rambled long enough to put you all to a long and fitful sleep, so I’ll wrap it up with some new photography and retouches: Lady Gaga and Vera Farmiga. And by the way, for those interested, there is a new round at Erised, plug below.


Do you like going to museums? What’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen while on the road?