State of Life: Home from work and putting my feet up.
Musical Input: I'm enjoying the quiet tonight
Forewarning: I do not consider myself an informed art critic, historian, or even particularly tasteful when it comes to art. I am of the school of thought that if it appeals to me, then I'll put it up. I don't follow any particular school of art, period of history, or any other division. And honestly, if I really had to choose one style that I like more consistently than others, it would have to be realism. I don't care much for the impressionists, expressionists, abstract artists, cubists, etc.
Which brings me to my point. I love Starry Night by Van Gogh. When I first saw it, I honestly thought it was weird. The surrealistic presentation of the stars really did not appeal at all. As the years have gone on, though, I find myself drawn back to it. Why?
I mean, it's not that Van Gogh's tragic life altered my view. It's sad, but many artists are lost long before their time. It's not his use of colors, because yellow is actually one of my least favorite colors. I do love blues, though. So what is it about this particular painting that draws me back again and again?
When I first saw it, I thought it was really depressing. Now, though, it's not depressing but whimsical. It's warm, in spite of the dark, cool colors. I want to sit on that hill, watching the Milky Way swirl overhead and listening to the bell ring from that steeple.
And I guess that's what art should be. It's not an answer; it's a question.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Ch-ch-changes
State of Life: Somewhat hysterical giggle
Musical Input: Nothing at the moment since I don't have any music loaded on this computer
Well, I have a bit to update you with. First job fell through, got another job. Much, much different job. It's cool, and very impressive sounding, although the job title is more exciting than the job. But the work itself is kinda fun. That makes going to work a lot easier.
Death. Instantaneous hard drive death. My laptop, along with all my writing notes, is gone. All the other work I had on there, school work and church work, is either unnecessary now or is backed up. My completed books are backed up. However, my everyday writing work, the bits and pieces of ideas... it's all gone.
Yeah, I know. I should've backed it up, and I do have some of it backed up. The trick is finding the old CDs that have my old writing files. And I don't have anything current. Oh, well.
So now I'm on my kids' desktop. I am so used to my laptop that typing on this keyboard is frustrating. It's less responsive than my keyboard, so I make so many more typos on this. At least I have one, so I really haven't lost much.
Taking a moment to wax philosophical about my loss, I realize that maybe this is a good thing for me. Yes, I lost 13,000+ words into a new novel, but to be truthful, I wasn't so happy with what I had. I loved the story - still love the story. But this was my first try to write a male POV, and I'm not sure I was doing so well. Also, I'd started this story a couple years ago, but it never really took off. After my creative writing class, I went into the story with much more specific ideas. I will start over, probably this week, and I will keep pursuing that. Also going to talk to a male friend and ask for his input into some of my character's motivations.
All in all, I think I can classify the last few weeks as blessings, just with some disguised more than others.
Musical Input: Nothing at the moment since I don't have any music loaded on this computer
Well, I have a bit to update you with. First job fell through, got another job. Much, much different job. It's cool, and very impressive sounding, although the job title is more exciting than the job. But the work itself is kinda fun. That makes going to work a lot easier.
Death. Instantaneous hard drive death. My laptop, along with all my writing notes, is gone. All the other work I had on there, school work and church work, is either unnecessary now or is backed up. My completed books are backed up. However, my everyday writing work, the bits and pieces of ideas... it's all gone.
Yeah, I know. I should've backed it up, and I do have some of it backed up. The trick is finding the old CDs that have my old writing files. And I don't have anything current. Oh, well.
So now I'm on my kids' desktop. I am so used to my laptop that typing on this keyboard is frustrating. It's less responsive than my keyboard, so I make so many more typos on this. At least I have one, so I really haven't lost much.
Taking a moment to wax philosophical about my loss, I realize that maybe this is a good thing for me. Yes, I lost 13,000+ words into a new novel, but to be truthful, I wasn't so happy with what I had. I loved the story - still love the story. But this was my first try to write a male POV, and I'm not sure I was doing so well. Also, I'd started this story a couple years ago, but it never really took off. After my creative writing class, I went into the story with much more specific ideas. I will start over, probably this week, and I will keep pursuing that. Also going to talk to a male friend and ask for his input into some of my character's motivations.
All in all, I think I can classify the last few weeks as blessings, just with some disguised more than others.
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