Feeld Trihp

We went on a field trip last Friday.
I was most excited to see Klimt at Neue Gallery. It's mostly because I'm so envious of his painting skills. I wouldn't have the patience to make all of those dots, nor would I have the talent to make it look like anything. Anything at all.
Every time, or the past 2 times, we've gone to a museum to look at a particular artist's work I've felt overwhelmed, mostly when I see the signature of said artist. It feels eerie. This also happened when I read the diary of Anne Frank and saw Picasso's work hanging at MoMA. Because you know it's so significant and important and there it is in front of you the actual thing, for lack of a better word. And it's almost impossible to really hate "it" because you know it's such a big deal. Like The Beatles.
I got to see the tree. The tall buildings around it made the tree look smaller. And it's a big tree.
I really loved the show. Unlike in Cage, I thought every cast member was incredible. Especially the band. The way the cast all harmonized was so beautiful. I also liked their one hit wonder covers after the show. I feel like I should be discussing something more significant like the fact they incorporated a screen into the show or how they flew at one point. I liked the music.
What else, what else, what else?
We, my group and I, looked at the windows displays at Saks, I liked that part too. And...
And we also went to Central Park that was really nice. I really liked that part. I was expecting it to be colder. It wasn't. These words are fillers I haven't much else to say. Good night. I liked the trip. Ok, good night.

Sunday Fun Day

This post has nothing to do with Sunday being a fun day or the Bangles. I just wanted that as a title.
I was absent for 2/5 days this week. I know I missed The Prisoner. Poo. And I'm assuming collaging. I really like collaging. It doesn't really involve any thinking. Which is nice sometimes. Cut and paste and then you've got something. Sadly, I only got to make one but I'm excited to see it hung up in the halls.
I want to do more. MORE.
Please.
Tomorrow, or technically today looking at the time, I'm going to finally start up my 365. I think it'll be fun. I subconciously "bitch" everyday I might as well write it down to look back on.
Although I probably won't look back on it much and if I do I'd probably break my computer. I never like my work for more than a week. If even. Every paper I've ever written, every text, every picture, every conversation. Hate it. I always feel like I sound stupid or like I'm trying too hard. Which is ironic because if anything I don't try hard enough. When I try too much it comes out worse I think. I don't know if it's me not trying hard enough or maybe I'm just acting on what I'm thinking so it seems like I'm not working hard at all. Get it?
We'll see, we'll see. I think it'll be satisfying once I'm in the hundreds, even if they're all horrible posts, it's nice to stick with something.

my first late post of the year

I'm actually pretty proud that I've kept up with my blogs. Except for today I mean.
Today I worked on a few more sketches. I don't think I'm getting much better at it. I space out while I sketch and when I finally wake up from my temporary coma I realize I've just scribbled an oval with what looks like fur. Hopefully I'll get better at it.
I'm also hoping that this will help me in the future when I'm extremely successful in the advertisement world. Because I will be.
I still haven't got a clue on what to do for my 365 (see previous blog post).
I'm going to apply for some internships at advertisement firms soon so I can learn a bit over the summer. Maybe they'll like me.
I'm sorry this is so short but I really don't feel like I have anything of value to say today. Or most days. But especially today. It happens.