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A few weeks ago all the artwork in the office where I make-rent was taken down and replaced. Some of the isht is ridiculous and very 'corporate art' looking. This one pair of paintings downstairs by the lunchroom is totally geometric gentialia and it makes me giggle a little everytime I walk by, thinking that I am the only one who got the artist's joke. Some of the works though, are sort of good. And they are also really fcking sad.
I have two new paintings over my desk, and they are abstract landscapes, which is maybe the best way I can describe them, given that I have only taken one visual culture class in my life and I think I made an A-minus but hell if I remember anything I learned. But to me, they are two different views of the same lake shore in the sunset of late autumn, and there's something about the sky that is captured so perfect, I can conjure that feeling of knowing winter is almost right there, almost within hours. And that isht is sad in these paintings. A sort of lovely sad, but still -- I can't help but think about who the fck commissioned these pieces for these office. I'm almost elated that it's not fake cheery bullisht.
Today I finally brought in the plant DYA potted for me. I carried it on the train, and carrying a plant on the train didn't get me stared at in any aggressive way, but people did glance over at me fairly frequently such that I felt self-conscious. When I got up at my stop, I was sitting by the window, and the guy sitting on the outer seat pulled that move where he just swivelled his legs around to let me out. That is one of my biggest pet peeves, but it just seemed more ridiculous to do that to me while I had my shoulder bag and a plant in hands. So I just stood there, didn't move, looked at him, a sort of "are you serious?" look and he paused, then stood up to let me out. Some days I have infinite loving patience for the entire world and everything that inhabits it. Other days, I am a tired parent who is just not having it.
I have two new paintings over my desk, and they are abstract landscapes, which is maybe the best way I can describe them, given that I have only taken one visual culture class in my life and I think I made an A-minus but hell if I remember anything I learned. But to me, they are two different views of the same lake shore in the sunset of late autumn, and there's something about the sky that is captured so perfect, I can conjure that feeling of knowing winter is almost right there, almost within hours. And that isht is sad in these paintings. A sort of lovely sad, but still -- I can't help but think about who the fck commissioned these pieces for these office. I'm almost elated that it's not fake cheery bullisht.
Today I finally brought in the plant DYA potted for me. I carried it on the train, and carrying a plant on the train didn't get me stared at in any aggressive way, but people did glance over at me fairly frequently such that I felt self-conscious. When I got up at my stop, I was sitting by the window, and the guy sitting on the outer seat pulled that move where he just swivelled his legs around to let me out. That is one of my biggest pet peeves, but it just seemed more ridiculous to do that to me while I had my shoulder bag and a plant in hands. So I just stood there, didn't move, looked at him, a sort of "are you serious?" look and he paused, then stood up to let me out. Some days I have infinite loving patience for the entire world and everything that inhabits it. Other days, I am a tired parent who is just not having it.
