In the words of the ever so lovely Morgan… Rabbit, rabbit. It’s May, and we head off to Colorado tomorrow!!!
My eyes are a bit dry, and this juice I got at C-St. is really good so it makes up for it.
I have been studying for my Art History test this evening and I have been reading my teacher’s Art History blog. She is a bit obsessed with Art History, and she gets defensive and intense in her blog. I admire her passion, and I only hope that I can have at least a fragment of that in my own life.
I love art history and I admire all of the work and studying that goes into it. There is a certain mystery behind every work of art and I find it fascinating all of the assumptions that come with each piece. Sometimes I do find myself falling into the norm of wondering why a work of art is in a museum. Yet, I feel close-minded because I know there are historical, political, and cultural reasons behing these pieces. Just it is so difficult to change your ways of thinking and keep an open mind without previous ideas that have influenced me. I want to just absorb all the information about art and I want to go to a museum and relate it to other works.
Number 8, 1949 (detail)
1949 (280 Kb); Oil, enamel, and aluminum paint on canvas; Neuberger Museum, State University of New York
Yesterday night I was thinking how much I love the warm night air. It was peaceful but still alive. We played in the streets, and decided to ride our scooters and ride skates, like dorks, to get frozen yogurt. It was good fun, just cruising down the street with the air running through our hair. It is times like those that I miss getting out and doing anything in the dead of night and no one is around, it is tranquil. My favorite thing about the summer time it there is lots of fun day and night. Crazy memories are made and you feel alive.