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[Jun. 12., 2007|01:06 pm] |
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[Jun. 8., 2007|01:37 am] |
It's been just another day in my very privileged, very beautiful life.
I spent the afternoon wasting the hours with DVDs, taking every movement slowly. I drag out the minutes of a shower or doing the dishes and watch every moment. I like to observe time passing. I finally forced myself to draw something, lugging the heavy mirror that graces my bedroom into the fluorescentlly lit loungeroom of ours as dusk approached. I examined the finest details of my face and teeth and attempted to reproduce them on paper. The result was in no way at the same standard as I had in mind - it never is - but the mere process of making lines on a page was satisfying in itself. I flatter myself that these self-portraits may have actually held some resemblance. The self-portrait is, i think, one that every artist struggles to master. When I look in a mirror, my reflection changes. As I have enough trouble sketching something that moves in the slightest, even struggling with a millimetre change of perspective when I'm drawing something in three dimentions, it is especially difficult to keep track of my changing view of myself. The image of myself is always moving in my mind.
After the blissful realisation of having an entire sketchbook page filled, and a blissful glass of red when housmate Erin came home, I rewarded myself for having had a busy day of nothing and bought myself chocolates and pancake mix. The leftovers from last night's roast were delicious wrapped in bread. Then I had the delight of Thursday pints at The Quiet Man, before housemate Luke and I rode the cold way into the city to see my cousin and his band (The Shoes) playing with a wonderful amount of noise which still leaves my ears ringing.
I might pretend to have had plans to study or at least extend my knowledge through further reading. I didn't. In my current exhausted (and, admittedly, slightly drunken) state, it isn't important. These minutes slip past in their excellence, I can only appreciate them. |
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[Jun. 4., 2007|01:09 am] |
| [ | Aktuelle Stimmung |
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| [ | Aktuelle Musik |
| | Piano Concerto No.5 in E-flat major, Op 73 'Emperor' | ] |
I love the sight of so many books piled up over my bed. I love the last minute rush. What a beautiful way to spend the early hours of the morning. |
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