Entertaining My Entertaining Thoughts

I have developed a habit of planning. I am aware that my preoccupation with my own experience is entirely self-serving. I deplore self-absorption in others and consequently, often give myself a slap on the wrist when I find that I am being selfish or inconsiderate. Despite this, I do not seem to have a problem…

Limited Passion & Happy Accidents

  As much as I do fixate on proportion and accuracy when I draw, fluidity when I write, and complexity and ambiguity when endeavoring to complete other artistic projects, my work’s apparent quality and the technique involved is rarely the source of my frustration as a creative individual. In fact, the creative individual is the…

The Diary of Virginia Woolf

“If I didn’t feel so much, how easy it would be to go on.” The accessibility of something so informative as an artist’s biography/diary is not something that had ever occurred to me. For years I have eaten up every secret, every story, that has been relayed to me by my mentors and have treasured…

Alienation

On Friday, STAC visited the Met Breuer on another memorable and stimulating field trip. The museum is currently boasting an extensive collection of photographs by Diane Arbus, paintings by Kerry James Marshall, and an installation of works by Paul Klee. All were equally fascinating. I have spent the past few months trying to decipher pre-calc…

Why Writing?

I really do not mind writing these posts. I do take pleasure in writing, though this is not the only reason I enjoy this quarter’s blogging assignment. Where other students may complain about the deadlines and about being forced to write, I look fondly upon my Sunday nights spent contributing to my website. The thought…

Submission

trying to listen to myself a bit more. I’m focusing on recognizing my reactions as raw emotions before my brain rushes to analyze and scrutinize them. This has been difficult as it feels as though I am playing a game of tag. I have been attempting to capture and accept these emotions  before they escape…

Image

I had never thought anything of my reluctance to be photographed. I had always assumed that my disinclination was typical of an insecure teenager. An interview with philosopher Jacques Derrida forced me to question this assumption. After listening to Derrida’s insightful analysis of his pet peeve, I realized my aversion to my portrait may not…

The Painted Word: Book Review

The Painted Word by Tom Wolfe So many of us know what it is like to stare at Rothko’s blankly painted canvases or Duchamp’s urinal and feel inadequate because we can’t appreciate a critically acclaimed piece. While our swanky contemporaries “ooh and ah” over wheels sticking out of stools and splatter painted canvases, we scratch…