November 2011
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Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world only, our own, we see that world...
– Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way, trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin (via levantine-chant)
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A Surrealist Game
1. At regular intervals of 1 hour for the next 10-12 waking hours, draw/write down the first idea or thought that comes to mind.
2. At the end of the session, use these ideas to create an artistic composition in the medium of your choice.
This is the first time I’ve been home for a full 24-hours in over a month. Ironically enough, I feel like I would go insane if I had to stay here another day. At least at the School of Music I have people to say “hi” to. There’s always someone I know there, and somehow that makes me feel more at home.
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Untitled (unfinished)
19 November, 2011
It was a joyous time, another dusty, inked memory, perhaps an ideal situation. I was rather unsure of what I wanted to remember of that day, but something about those short breaths, those precious moments, had left me unwillingly weak at the knees. I sighed, ruffled my hair anxiously, crawled into my curtained corner of the empty box with the moths, waited for butterflies, for...
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