Sunday, January 11, 2009

irrational

My mind is all over the place
I should be:
-writing a song in french and/or drawing funny french pictures
-writing an epic 3 page paper where I compare musicians' rise to fame and popularity to Macbeth's intense power struggle
- writing papers about the Jenny Holzer, Kara Walker, and Cindy Sherman installations at the MCA, and a paper about about the painting "Vincent and Tony" by Alex Katz. In reality, I don't understand modern art and I doubt I ever will, infact, I think I hate art period.
-about 5 american history outlines that I've put off all week
-Annotating my Macbeth book and then organizing 5 of my favorite quotes and reflecting on them.
-re-shooting my photo project
-an art history outline
-my laundry
-cleaning my room


Instead, I'm just sitting here, typing this, listening to music. AUGHHHSADKLJ!!!!
Honestly, I thought that by now I would have already been the music industry's latest child prodigy and that I wouldn't have to worry about college or considering career options. The fact that I still desperately cling to this dream is a bit ridiculous. I'm just lazy. I feel that this dream isn't a cop out, it's something that I should actually work towards, but I can't. I don't know why. I can't write songs anymore and when I do I am never satisfied. I'm so glad that it's 2009, but with a new year comes new burdens.

I've realized that I basically loathe art. BUT, 15th Century Flemish paintings are CRAZY. Seriously, I just fell in love with this crazy shit, gradually as the period gets later, the art gets crazier.

The Limbourg Brothers painted Les Tres Riches Heures du Duc de Berry which was this book that had tiny scenes of each month painted in them. Each painting has tiny details and it's really suprising because the paintings are only about 8 in by 5 in.

Jan Van Eyck, who I have to say is the craziest mother fucker of this period, painted the Ghent Altarpiece. This piece is intense for me because the scale of the figures makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. My teacher explained this interms of Alice in Wonderland where she becomes to big for the house.

So, the 15th Century is already a little weird, but then it just starts getting a little trippy with Rogier Van Der Weyden's creation of the Last Judgement Altarpiece. This is your standard weighing of souls, but then Jesus is TOTALLY sitting on a rainbow. Also the portrayal of those being damned to hell is really weird.Giovanni Arnolfini and His Bride is one of Jan Van Eyck's most famous works, it's also the only painting that I've ever seen that genuinely scares the shit out of me. I can't really explain why, but this painting just scares the shit out of me. But it's insanely awesome because of all the detail in the picture. The mirror in the background has a perfectly painted reflection of the backs of the figures. That is insane.
Garden of Earthly Delights bu Hieronymus Bosch. I can't even comment on this. The closeup is way better.Probably one of the oddest portrayals of the Virgin and Child by Jean Fouquet.
I am also intrigued by the woodwork of Veit Stoss and Tilman Riemenschneider but I can't find any good examples on line. Anyways, Flemish art is awesome, and I think I'm going to start blogging reviews of each chapter in Art History so I can have a better association between artists and their works.

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Last Call



He was sick of it all
Asleep at home
Told you off and goodbye
Well you know one day it'll come to haunt you
That you didn't tell him quite the truth
You're a crisis
You're a icicle
You're a tongueless talker
You don't care what you say
You're a jaywalker and you just just walk away
And that's all you do
The clap of the fading out sound of your shoes
Made him wonder who he thought that he knew
Last call
He was sick of it all
The endless stream of reminders
Made him so sick of you, sick of you, sick of you
Sick for your sound
Sick of you coming around
Trying to crawl under my skin
When I already shed my best defense
It comes out all around that you won
And I think I'm all done
You can switch me off safely
While I'm lying here waiting for sleep to overtake me
Yeah, yeah, you're still here but just check to make sure
All you aspired to do was endure
You can't ask for more, ask for none
Knowing you'll never get that which you ask for
So you cast your shadow everywhere
Like the man in the moon
You start to drink, you just want to continue
It'll all be yesteryear soon
You start to drink, you just want to continue
It'll all be yesteryear soon
Church bells and now I'm awake
And I guess it must be some kind of holiday
I can't seen to join in the celebration
But I'll go to the service
And I'll go to pray
And I'll sing the praises of my maker's name
Like I was as good as she made me
And I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I'm lying here waiting for sleep to overtake me


This song kind of punched me in the face.