As God as my witness (via themysticsdream)
As God as my witness (via themysticsdream)
Gone With The Wind: Scarlett O’Hara. Part 1 (via ElPincheBurrito)
Southern ladies
Gone With The Wind “Frankly My Dear I Dont Give A Damn” (via JussGr8)
Photographer Michael Wolf recently documented the sights of Paris as seen by way of Google Street View, and the results are stunning: a collection of serendipitously candid, intimate, and honest “photography” illustrating subjects fully unaware of their observer.
These are great
- I have the amazing and terrifying luck to never loose someone I love suddenly in life. I know this will someday happen, and I try not to dwell on it too much.
- I have the tremendous gift of being able to not have to put myself through college. I recognize now more than ever the hard work my parents have done their entire lives to allow me to do this.
- I, for whatever reason, am able to be happy no matter what, on my own, 98 percent of the time.
- I do not suffer from a disability, substance abuse problem, or intense mental issue which would render me unfunctional or unable to communicate.
- I have had so many opportunities through friends, and teachers already, and the harder I work the more opportunities arise. I can be an artist, because I already am.
- I have the most understandable and caring friends, who are always there to listen when I am in the bottom 2 percent, love me when I am at the other 98 percent, and always help me remember this list.
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Josh Fox is researching important things about drilling for natural gas, watch this shocking video and read more about his projects
I don’t want this to sound the wrong way. I am confident in my work, but this is not why I feel motivated to post this.
I NEED REAL CRITIQUE. Otherwise the whole process of sharing my ideas is a WASTE. I am getting very frustrated. I am insulted that no one steps up to the plate, are my ideas weak and you can’t even muster the energy to give feedback? THEN TELL ME THAT. Where are the people who don’t share my taste, I want to find you and talk to you. Where are the people who don’t care about the things I care about, I want to find you and talk to you. Where are the people who don’t like me personally or professionally, I want to find you and talk to YOU.
Because as much as I love the positive comments, that gives me NOTHING. I don’t need APPROVAL. Right now, where I am at, I would do things the way I want no matter what as long as my decisions were educated. But I can’t see things from outside myself, and that is what I need.
I CRAVE THE H8. I THIRST FOR THE HATERADE.
I see this masochist impulse in plenty of students R.It’s so old-fashioned. I’m not sure that the old school reamming you long for is so valid these days.
Perhaps the critique of your work is in the work that someone else makes….the work that shows yours up….that totally makes it seem irrelevant.
Perhaps the apathy of those around you can be shaped and structured to greater ends. I don’t know. But pleading for the hate seems as sad-sack as begging for love. Either way it puts you in a reactive position. Looking over ones shoulder like any slave asking the master “Is this alright? Am I doing okay?” The only active mode is in making your work, experimenting….keeping your nose to the grindstone.
This in itself is very helpful. However, I feel differently about the purpose of an audience (for whom aesthetic/concept/etc can never always translate) and the purpose of a group of my peers, who have awareness of my concept and practice from the get-go. I don’t think the approval-slave formula quite covers it. Does that make sense? The fact that I am (as part of the school structure) made to share my process, not just my piece, in very formal way in some way makes me feel entitled to get more in return. Because although it may be “old-school” that IS how many of my classes are run.
I think seeing others work through the eyes my own work in mind is an approach I haven’t fully committed to, and should. And as per becoming reactionary, I see no fault in the possibility of making reactionary art while investing in an institution that enforces the critique format. To believe myself higher than that I think would be a boldly sophomoric choice.
And hell sure, I’ve got a little masochist in me.
I don’t want this to sound the wrong way. I am confident in my work, but this is not why I feel motivated to post this.
I NEED REAL CRITIQUE. Otherwise the whole process of sharing my ideas is a WASTE. I am getting very frustrated. I am insulted that no one steps up to the plate, are my ideas weak and you can’t even muster the energy to give feedback? THEN TELL ME THAT. Where are the people who don’t share my taste, I want to find you and talk to you. Where are the people who don’t care about the things I care about, I want to find you and talk to you. Where are the people who don’t like me personally or professionally, I want to find you and talk to YOU.
Because as much as I love the positive comments, that gives me NOTHING. I don’t need APPROVAL. Right now, where I am at, I would do things the way I want no matter what as long as my decisions were educated. But I can’t see things from outside myself, and that is what I need.
I CRAVE THE H8. I THIRST FOR THE HATERADE.