Uh-oh...gettin' a little artsy-fartsy

So when I decided to give in and jump into this strange 7th dimension of blogging, I felt like I was literally spilling over with subjects to write about! But I restrained myself, thinking, 'I can't just suddenly have a dozen posts, all from the same night, all covering a random array of subjects. I need to wait, space them out.'

But now here I am, thinking I ought to post something, and I can't really think of what I was so eager to say.

So instead, I've decided to do some show and tell.

Today's subject for show and tell?
Art.

Though I've always loved art, all forms of art, my obsessive interest in visual art (ie. painting) is fairly recent.

Now I know most of you, when you hear words like "art" or "painting", you automatically think of this:
Now regardless of whether or not the world's obsession with this particular painting is valid, there's no denying that the skill of Da Vinci pretty much surpasses that of any other artist in the history of the world.

But that's not really the sort of art I'm talking about.

Fear not; I'm not a Jackson Pollock fan:

(Although my Creative Writing teacher made a good point about that in class this week; people say, "My four year old could do that!" and his response to this is, "Probably...but he didn't." In which case, the proper response would be to accept the challenge, go home and allow your kid to dirty up a canvas with nonsensical splatter, and try and sell it for a few million bucks. Hey, it could happen!)

Anyway, so the art that I happen to like, includes artists like:

Audrey Kawasaki

Travis Louie

James Jean

Alex Pardee

Amy Sol

Now, a little while ago, I was sitting on my lap top at the dining room table, and my mom was in the room, and I thought, 'Y'know what? My mother's a smart lady, she's artistic, maybe I should try and share some interests with her, start a conversation.' So I start showing her some of the work of these artists, and a few others. Her reaction, you ask?

"That's nice." (In response to Amy Sol.)
"Eeeuughhhh" (Yah, that's pretty much what it sounded like- in response to most of the others.)

My reaction? Flabbergasted! WHAT?! YOU DISAGREE WITH MY TASTE IN ART? HOW COULD YOU, MOTHER?

To which she says, "I don't know, it's no Monet."

Alright, alright alright. So I get that he's one of the greats, I've seen some of his work in person, blah blah blah, impressionism, water lillies. Got it.

But why exactly does my mother prefer Monet?
Her answer: "It just moves me."

Insert *sigh* here.

Anyway, something you might be wondering (if you're even still reading at this point...I just realized that this is an incredibly long post. I wouldn't blame you if you already left to go make yourself a sandwich. Turkey...Tara rambling about art...Turkey...Tara rambling about art. Can't blame you for your choice. But to those of you still tuning in-)

...back to what I was saying. You might be wondering if my interest in art translates into an actual hobby of, well, making art. The answer is yes and no. Yes, I try. No, I don't really succeed :)

I draw, but don't really paint. My painting supplies generally lie dormant, only to be occasionally dragged out, and then thrusted back into hiding in a fit of frustration when I realize to my unbearable dismay that I'm no Audrey Kawasaki.

However, a half decent drawing of mine:

Whaddya think?
Oh wait, no, no, let me guess-
It's alright, but it's no Monet.

;)

Why "Into a Paper Cup"?

The Beatles. Duh.

That should be the answer to anything and everything, like on short answer exams at school.


"What name did Albert Camus give his brand of existentialist philosophy?"
The Beatles.

"In what year was Francis Ferdinand assassinated, thus bringing about the start of WWI?"
The Beatles.

"For which of his theories did Albert Einstein win the Nobel Prize?"
The Beatles.


Gosh, I wish that worked. (For the record, the answers are 1. Absurdism, 2. 1914, 3. No, not General Relativity. But actually "photoelectric effect". Whatever that means. Thank you History Channel documentaries.)

Anyways, in the case of the phrase "Into a Paper Cup" the answer really IS The Beatles. Specifically, the line in the song "Across The Universe": Words are flowing out/ like endless rain into a paper cup.


That being said, I think the reason I chose that particular phrase is pretty self-explanatory. (However, I'm very disappointed in you if you didn't catch the reference on your own anyway.)


ANYWAYS, I don't really know if I plan on consistently updating this blog, and I'm admittedly a tad bit worried that my mother's large following might sneak on to this page and start reading the ramblings of an unknown 18 year old...but I suppose that is the risk one takes when posting one's personal thoughts on the world wide web! So be it. But I promise I'm not that interesting.

Weird, yes.
But not interesting. Totally different things :]

Well, I guess that's it for now. No fabulous stories from the Golden State tonight, I'm afraid.
So, ta-ta!

-T.