don’t worry about wanting to know the answer to everything, worry about the question. within the question itself you can determine the possible outcomes of the answer, which should range because who’s to say that your answer/s is right, or mine? find satisfaction in the possibility of never completely knowing.
There are nights when I wake up and clueless of what I dreamed about that night. But there are some nights where I have multiple vivid dreams and can remember details that I put together in reality. Last night was one of those nights with the surreal dreams. I have to write about it and analyze what I might interpret them to mean.
I’m in a newer, black Mustang with my art history professor. She’s driving and I’m in the passenger seat, in a busy city on a dark night, the location is unsure. The destination, unsure. We are chatting about art, she has both hands on the wheel at 9 and 3. The best way to describe her physical is…skeletal. After two semesters of art history 1 and art history 2, I have pondered her to be anorexic instead of paying attention to art history, so in my dream, I ask her “how do you maintain your thin body?” She replies, “It’s natural. I eat everything and I just can’t gain the weight.” I accept her answer without doubt and move on to the next subject.
She hit a squirrel. She yelled “Fucking Rodent!” I laughed and thought it was pretty awesome that my teacher said “fucking” for the sense that she was a real person, not just a teacher who did her job, but an ordinary person like me, living a life essentially the same way showing me that we may vary in personalities but in a bigger picture, we are all the same.
I was at a country concert. Not sure what the hell I was doing at a country concert, but I remember wearing boots, plaid and cut off shorts and walking away towards my vehicle with bright lights illuminating behind me and a crowd of cowboy hats. I notice a particular guy sitting on a bench outside the concert, legs crossed, patiently waiting for me and reading something on his phone. He spots me and my best friend who joined. I had to stop and rearrange my bag? but in the meantime, he grabs my friend and takes her around the corner to tell ask her how to get me to like him after realizing that I was no longer interested. I was flattered.
(the best part about this dream was the feeling. I remember a feeling of comfort and I was profoundly happy, such as ecstasy. The feelings didn’t make sense, but I actually felt them and they felt great.)
Robert Lee Frost was an American poet that was highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial* speech. his wife, Miriam, was a major inspiration for his poetry until she died in 1938. he died in 1963 at the age of 89. his first professional poem was “My Butterfly. An Elegy”, published in 1894 in the New York newspaper The Independent. i found a complete set of his poems on the website located below. my fav is Fire and Ice and My November Guest.
*colloquial-informal conversation/vocabulary. connotation of disapproval.
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart) Achieve at times a very star-like start. Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.
here’s what i learned in art history II today about the famous Vincent Van Gogh.
formally (and no, i don’t mean formerly) known as Van Gogh, his first name was Vincent, named after his deceased brother who had died a few days after birth. the eerie part about it was his brother was born on the same day as him, exactly one year before. he carried the burden of his mother and father thinking his brother had been reincarnated as him, so that caused lots of confusion about who he was. him or his brother.
Van Gogh was a post-impressionist artist. he was known for impasto-an Italian word for thick, long brush strokes. he favored painting mostly self-portraits, which surpassed Rembrandt. being a post-impressionist artist, he was trying to give you the idea of what he was painting by the impression it left on you, expressively and through impression.
even though very successful in his art, he had many physiological problems that it ended up effecting every aspect of his life. he had epileptic seizures, which was not diagnosed because it was not founded. he was poisoned by the lead-paint, which left him with a blurred sight. he committed himself to a insane asylum before taking his life by gun to the head in1890, killing him two excruciating, suffering days later.
we have all heard the story of Van Gogh cutting his own ear off. there are two interpretations of the story.
Gauguin (pronounced go-gan, who was another famous post-impressionist artist) met up with his friend, Van Gogh at a local pub for some absinthe to discuss art and while conversing, a prostitute proposed acts to Van Gogh which distracted him from the meeting. Gauguin was not too happy and told Vincent to snap out of it, which lead to him punching Gauguin in the face.
1. Van Gogh felt such remorse for punching his only friend, that he cut his ear off to feel the pain he caused Gauguin.
2. the prostitute wanted his ear in some sexual escapade.
there ya go.
Vincent Van Gogh, self-portrait with bandaged ear, oil on canvas, 51x45 cm, January 1988
here we go again, with another attempt to blog successfully. my previous blogs have been revolved around the overly emotional woman side of me causing me to disengage with writing because of the commotion it would cause for me while trying to transition my thoughts into typed words. but this time around, my intentions on blogging will be totally different. this time around, i’m going to not just benefit me, but you as well.
this blog will be filled with appealing pictures, some brief glimpses of what i’m thinking about, my passions and mostly, useless information.
i have made a pledge to myself to learn something new everyday. it can be about anything as long as i have acquired something new in my life; to gain as much knowledge as possible.
please excuse me for not capitalizing, it’s my thing.
so. if you’re interested in learning some fun new things, follow me. =)