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| Perfect Stars comics are personable , often surreal, and fabulously, beautifully drawn. But not short on lollercakes and roflcopters, Oscar Wilde and Skip-its. I have a delicious bottled diet creme soda that was freaking cheap. There was this little gallery, the Lillstreet (not so lil) Art Center that had a gallery ceramics and pie. Really really pretty ceramic and jewelry works and really really tasty looking pie at their cafe thing. Winning combo! My sis wants to take jewelry classes there, to continue the classes she took in college. Broinlaw got a super badass digital camera so he can be a paparazzi and have my sis complain about him taking pictures of her while she's not looking absolutely perfect. Candid does not equal oogly, even though spouses tend to think so. I plan on helping him pick out good compositions and shit. Or throw my design text book at him. Ka-pow. What's funny is that he only has Picasa to edit photos- Picasa can't even scale shit down! I need to get him Photoshop, poor guy ;_; Listening to him and his step dad talk about digital dark room stuff with limited programs made me sadfaced. I partook of GUMBO OF THE GODS! I've not eaten gumbo before but I believe I have made an impossible standard. Went to the MCA on Sunday for a quick run downtown to enjoy the hot sun and the pretty area. They had an exhibit of Mexican artists, a photography retrospective, water stuff, and a bunch of Calder. You know Calder. You probably have a Calder stuffed under your bed. There are alot of Calder's. However, I would have taken home his "Ghost" hanging mobile. I couldn't take my eyes off it, with no rhyme or reason. That's the bestest reaction you can have, btw. Art museums are fun because they're not keen on censorship. I turned a corner and surprise! Japanese bondage photos! Or surprise! pregnant heroin addicts! One wall had a big diptych of black-tipped hands with slit wrists- the method of death for the two photographed corpses. Surprise! Suicide! And I saw 7 year olds walking around :3 This one instalation was a totally black room that, on the far end, had moving, glow in the dark panther eyes and fangs. A growl would start and stop, get louder into a roar and softer into nothing. It was bloody terrifying :D I wish I knew photo history, seeing that show. Had a couple of the biggest polaroid photos evarr - like 2-3ft by 6-10. Photo of a tattoo artist and a chair draped in a cloak. Lawl. Several other really cool shots. Can't remember any artists' names though ;_;. There was a giant seasaw you could ride. School of Panamerican Unrest , a mobile artists' group, was featured. I need to read their blog. :V I prefer to go to galleries alone but had most of the family along this time. My mom's favorite line is "well I could to that" when she sees stuff that doesn't look very difficult to have made. Hrrr- that's just as true as any other reaction :3. I don't like having to understand a great deal of context in order to fully appreciate a piece. Does this make me lazy? I dunno [yes it's impossible to make something in a cultural vaccuum, yes they build on the backs of others and influence is inevitable and meanings shift over time, but *how* things are enjoyed are allowed to change, and geezes if it's pretty it's pretty] , but I find having to read a bunch of background information detracts from my enjoyment. If it was important to know, wouldn't it have been put in the piece in the first place and not on the side placard? :{ Granted, alot of the info is fascinating, but if I had a choice there wouldn't even be title cards anywhere. Stop trying to fucking read and enjoy the piece! XU My interpretation is that the meaning of a piece is the experience of being in the presence of the artwork. You don't need any prior learning to understand it- let alone an art history degree o_o. Trying to explain them takes time and effort because it's harder to articulate all those layers of experience and emotion. Like pulling something up through sand. Something like that, anyway. That's why I don't see 'weird' modern art as difficult to 'get'. There is nothing to get. The key is being open with yourself and being honest with your emotions, being reactive. AND THEN WE DROVE HOME AND I GOT CAR SICK I fucking hate the sun! :D Saw some guys at the Wendy's we stopped at in full pow wow garb. Badassness among all the smalltown hicks :B art laters. | ||||||||
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