I've highlighted SO many good phrases in all of my readings so far this semester, it's overwhelming to think of how many I want to share with you all.

"The only reason for bringing together works of art in a public place is that . . . they produce in us a kind of exalted happiness. For a moment there is a clearing in the jungle; we pass on refreshed with our capacity for life increased and with some memory of the sky."

"To me the museum embodies the "official story" of a particular time for a particular group of people. It is a time capsule. So I think once a museum is opened, it should remain unchanged as a window into the obsessions and prejudices of a period . . .If someone wantes to update a museum, they should build a new one. An entire city of museums would be nice, each stuck in its own time."

"Gazing at art removed one from the 'vulgar flux of life' and produced an effect that was comparable to, but better than, religious ecstasy"

"Solitude, the silence, the speaking looks. here is the mind's true home. The contemplation of truth and beauty is the proper object for which we were created, which calls forth the most intense desires of the soul, and of which it never tires."

Via Museum Studies

Like attracts Like

I suppose our paths were subject to collide one time or another
Neither of us wore an immediate smile on our face
Instead there was some mask covering reality

The usual with us
I failed to remember you live in this actual world
My only reliance has been faded memories and made up ones
The feelings we easily diguised the whole time
I find no consistency in you
Only that commitment isn't in your vocabulary
You rant about something
I nod and react but really I'm wondering what you're thinking
The thought that isn't a form
The thoughts you never knew how to put in words

Next

I'm sorry it didn't work dear little one
I tried to water you as often as necessary

Maybe more out of hope

I talked to each of your petals as delicately as I could

Sending a message deep in your soul
I wanted you to want
But I know things can't be forced
Oh how much I wanted you to grow tall
For you to bloom
For you to change
For you to realize
I wanted to take your leaves and dance with you
Sway me in natural rhythms
I only wanted to hold your hand

Maybe we would have understood each other better

Things are alright

It will be okay
I will find another plant to nourish
I'm sorry for wasted time

Maybe the next one will have more try

Maybe I'll learn more by then

Stranger 2

The first day, I scan the room
Am I a spy? I'd like to think so.
So many faces that are unamused
Blank Blank Blank
There you are!
Except I had no concept of 'you' prior to this moment
I glance your way hoping your eyesight is as bad as the one I'm using
Because if we were to exchange looks I wouldn't be able to tell
And considering the number of times I've looked at you, I hope you wouldn't be able to tell.
The second day, I scan the room from a different view
You are almost opposite of me
Staring could be a problem
You remind me of a past person
My hope is that you would be better
But then again, you're just another stranger

Stranger 1

My being decides to sit next to you
Mind is still catching its breath and settling in
Settled
A mirror stands between us
I see your aluminum bottle, reflecting mine
Your self-printed notes highlighted just as mine
A pen in hand and a thick highlighter on the sideline such like mine
Hmph, I should say something
Tension builds
Nothing
Such a fool I am
For some reason I build an internal connection with your soul
As if I knew
How silly of me
But I wonder whether you wonder the same.

As if I wasn't excited before

Galavanting on campus in an imaginary cape and crown again


A purpose served after a purpose
As I walk just for a walk
The idea of drawing buildings intrigued me once more
My eyes look for material for I do not want to draw on line paper
There! A pile of cardboard boxes waiting to be recycled
Come here you, I'll rip off an appendage
Ready.
Now what view would you like to gaze at for awhile?
Here? No.
Over there? No.
Ooh a guy on a bench accompanied by a bike, shall I converse? No, let's draw.
Old Main: the first building here. Yes.
Angle from the front? No, too typical.
From the side? Oh my. Yes.
Hello curb. And walker by-ers and passing bicyclists. Buh bye.
The lines and edges of the scene are mighty beautiful.
So is the depth and space
I can feel nonchalant observers against my back
Beads of sweat make their debut, but we welcome you.
It's fine.
All I care about are lines and edges.
'Yay another addition to my inspiration wall' I thought
'Wait, well why don't you share this with someone' my pen tells me
Date it, time it, write a question on it and set it on the curb where I sat.
Let's go read my novel now.
Then let's balance it on my head on the way back to the car.
Silly Genius. Okay let's.

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Just thought of a question and wanted to share.


What are some things you enjoy now that you didn't [or as much like] a year ago?
1. Picking up nature, ie. leaves, branches, flowers
2. Giving out flowers to strangers
3. Walks
4. Poetry, philosophy, and fibers
5. Forming dreams
6. Asking questions
7. The idea of being shameless
8. Cameras [more so]
9. Hugs with a lot of lovin'
10. Finding ways to be creative in everyday life instead of just for school projects
11. Religion
12. Not having a Facebook
13. Artists' blogs [I'd consider you guys in that category along with fine artists]
14. My parents
15. Letters in my mailbox
16. Child drawing
17. Letting go
18. Downloading
19. Buying books
20. Happiness in the Now