I appear to be in that phase of my life where all I want to do is listen to the same 12-minute song over and over again.
Welp. There goes that.
Me: Liz. Liz. I have to get to class. Come out here a second and tell me something - on a scale from 1 to “If we’re seen together in public I will pretend I don’t know you,” how bad is this outfit?
Liz: *cautiously cracks open the bathroom door*
Liz: *sees me wearing a frankenstein ensemble, combining the boob-hoisting clubbing clothes from last night that I haven’t bothered to take off yet and the loosest, comfiest things I own, including Santa socks, sweatpants and neon palm tree-patterned slip-on loafers*
Liz: *stares*
Liz: *closes the bathroom door*
Me: Liiiiiiiz is it really that bad? Liz?
Liz: Get out of my house.
not sure if that counts as ‘romantic’
oh god what is this i’m graduating
things that have exploded in the last 24 hours
rUN FOR THE HIIIIIIIILLLS
everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
fuck it let’s just be superheroes
it’s a really fresh sprig of parsley though if that counts for anything
no but really this is my not-so-subtle clue for you to go do other things and get out of my office
end of an era
doing my laundry like this singlehandedly cured my fear of heights. mostly.
(Source: demonicrosebush)
I really don’t get all this wanking about fanart that’s going on right now.
Seriously, what do you think art is? Artemisia Gentileschi didn’t invent Judith or Holophernes; Botticelli didn’t write Aphrodite’s origin story; last I checked Da Vinci didn’t make up Jesus off the top of his own head and then come up with 12 bros for him to hang out with at mealtimes.
Art is about what inspires you. If that’s a television show, fine. If it’s the bible, fine. If it’s something your brain birthed in the wee hours of the morning, fine. Don’t get your panties in a twist because some other artist isn’t flexing their creative muscle to your standards, and there is no amount of money you can pay me that will convince me that Michelangelo wasn’t an artist or creative or fucking legendary because he spent most of his time painting scenes that came out of a book that someone else wrote. Recreating something doesn’t make it “vomit.”
Art isn’t “supposed to be” anything. Art isn’t even supposed to be beautiful. It just means something to the person who created it, and if that meaning translates well to other people, then fine — if it doesn’t, it’s still art. Van Gogh created what we call masterpieces today, but at the time he was a nothing but a manic-depressive crank.
I’ve never really liked Vito Acconci’s work all that much, but he’s not creating “fake” art just because I don’t like it, and I’m not sitting around going “gosh, I wish he’d grow up and start painting things I want to see.”
In short: I have a midterm and this seemed like the most productive way to spend the last 5 minutes before I went and took it. Stop telling people they should “grow up” and start doing “real art” instead of drawing their favorite characters, and that you hope they’ll mature in the future — it’s nothing but condescending bullshit.
This debate keeps cropping up and driving me nuts.
