In-Depth Art and Shallow Mindsets

So alas, I've realized that Blogging is a lot like eating Chocolate Bars... If I eat too many I become sick of it and henceforth do not want to continue doing it.

BUT THIS MUST BE STOPPED. So I'll bring y'all up to speed.

So working on the Dada Art really... Got me out of my zone. My mojo, if you will. I even consider myself for the most part an 'abstract-type artist', but it kept pinching at me that I wouldn't do something like this in my own time. Last year I made this GORGEOUS print poster that I spend about a month on in Art Class with Ms. Friedman. And I would have never, ever have felt disconnected from it. I think that's it, I feel disconnected from the Dada Art. We had two in class art days with it, and the stuff that I do is usually unique because of how in depth and how much that I truly love it because I spend so much time on it.

This whole acting business is a bit daunting and more vague on my part, apologies. But seriously, seventh grade Jessica would probably have fainted from the idea of an improv class. I want to be clear that it's not that I don't LIKE acting, it's that I am as self conscious as a turtle and deserve to be treated as such. And my strike-a-pose nature tends to always look the same, and my dialogue usually has to do with what's on my mind. It's harder to get through to it because my mind is such a messy, funked up place. I want to be able to do all this groovy stuff, when in reality I'm just stuck in my head. So there you go.

Writing on the Walls and Why I Like it.

So Graffiti has always been one of my biggest inspirations for my art, and I've always wanted to just write on the walls and go relatively crazy. But today was more of a controlled expression, which is always interesting because testing my limits of creativity versus control always ends with a burst of me. I think seeing everyone's maps of themselves around me while I was working definitely gave me ideas and let me have a physical representation of a person's mind and soul. And definitely the different way people interpreted what we were supposed to do was interesting, they way everyone's hand led them to something different. No one was the exact same. I saw one that looked vaguely like a spider's web, while mine looked more like a bunch of diamonds and interconnected words that all led me to repetition.

The word I kept going back to three or four times was 'Human'. That one word means more to me than any other word in my dictionary, because I can find any way back to it. I think everyone has their one word that just has a connection unlike any other. And any constellation on those walls outside the classroom could not compare to that one word, because it's what brings people together. We're all human.

Well that was off topic, but I liked it. Anyway, I really enjoyed today. It helped take my mind off of everything and just focusing on what mattered to me, and then inking it, left a reminder to myself that what I love is important. And no matter how many layers of paint go over it or if I forget about it over time... It'll still be there. A standing reminder of Me. Au Revoir, mes amis.

I just Realized that Writing the Title is the Hardest Part

Well, this is new. They don't have my favorite font here... So that's a bummer. I can't seem to type my words in a correct, flowing sequence without Garamond.

Now let's have a one sided conversation about latin. And why I do not find it a dead language. Now, I'm planning on wearing one of my favorite tee shirts tomorrow, that says 'Memento Mori' (which means don't forget to die but we'll get into that later.) But I have had multiple conversations with Emily about how she believes that Latin, Gaelic, etc. are all dead languages, and I can't even comprehend that.

HERE. IS. WHY.

Now, when I hear someone say that someone or something is dead, I think, 'Well um like no it uh hasn't because well um if you remember it then how can it be dead? How can like um this person be dead when they are still in your head and they changed you enough that you remember them?' My thought process is quirky, unique, but a tad slow with on-the-spot wit. Which brings me to latin. Latin has so drastically changed how we communicate with it being the basis of so many languages, and it is rather gorgeous to be honest. But even if no one speaks 'pure latin' anymore, whatever that is, that doesn't mean it's dead. 

You remember latin. You know of latin. It did something important.

So question time.

Do you want to die along with your body, or do you want to be remembered for something?

Do you want to really do something that makes a difference, so much so that people will speak of you with great honor and nobility and sheer awe?

I want you to forget to die. Remember to live and be remembered for it.

You aren't dead when you're alive with others. And vice versa. A great buddhist belief I'm in love with is to be present in every moment of your life. Be an avid contributor to your life and who you share it with.

And with that, I'll bid you Adieu.