I tried to write every day through my twenties... Something I did rather impartially, always being the resigning underlying thought that I would live up to my own expectations one day and actually make something of myself.
Entering my thirties as of September, i'm sure will be ... quite the trill ... in the case that I actually do live up to my own standards ( something easier said than done ).
I would pace myself, as of the notable shows at the unmentionable student gallery yesterday evening which was actually quite impressive and very agreeable - I am glad to note that I feel like I can happily report with great satisfaction and a genuinely strong and justifiable cause. The work was interesting due to the subversive nature of pop cultural elements, something about the undying epic sparkle of youth culture and the antiquity of the well celebrated titans of contemporary painting in the millennial generation and in that of the nineties that I can only say again makes me so proud to be alive and witnessing the vein of abstract contemporary art work. The show was one that I can say I genuinely enjoyed, despite not knowing the artists ( so far removed from the student body at times ) and the natural syntax in the vein of work through past contemporaries now long gone. Perhaps in my absence from the institution the revival of the work resonated well, I wonder how far behind or ahead the work is now in comparison to what I had witnessed in the early 2010's.
One of the more favourable pieces noted just below was perfectly nostalgic and what would be hypothetically post pulp-art just completely reeked of Richard Prince's Nurse series, one of my all time favourite painters that has the habit of making my retinas feign and my nerval system elate. The typography depicted behind the painted woman depicted reclining through a loose abstract expressionistic whimsical flow echoing the tranquility of Rothko and the frivolity of De Kooning's work in the early 50's. ...
UM AnOther stunning feature in the show was a sculptural element my affiliation and I were both thrilled to dote on, the reappropriated metal sculptural work spanning approximately 6 feet by 4x4 complimented the initial paintings exquisitely triggering a doppler effect through the subtlety and slow opacity of matte oil to the gleaming brilliant polished steel beams of what might appear to resemble an emancipated and reconfigured series of Barcelona by VanDer Rhode.
cute new art friends ~<3
Entering my thirties as of September, i'm sure will be ... quite the trill ... in the case that I actually do live up to my own standards ( something easier said than done ).
I would pace myself, as of the notable shows at the unmentionable student gallery yesterday evening which was actually quite impressive and very agreeable - I am glad to note that I feel like I can happily report with great satisfaction and a genuinely strong and justifiable cause. The work was interesting due to the subversive nature of pop cultural elements, something about the undying epic sparkle of youth culture and the antiquity of the well celebrated titans of contemporary painting in the millennial generation and in that of the nineties that I can only say again makes me so proud to be alive and witnessing the vein of abstract contemporary art work. The show was one that I can say I genuinely enjoyed, despite not knowing the artists ( so far removed from the student body at times ) and the natural syntax in the vein of work through past contemporaries now long gone. Perhaps in my absence from the institution the revival of the work resonated well, I wonder how far behind or ahead the work is now in comparison to what I had witnessed in the early 2010's.
One of the more favourable pieces noted just below was perfectly nostalgic and what would be hypothetically post pulp-art just completely reeked of Richard Prince's Nurse series, one of my all time favourite painters that has the habit of making my retinas feign and my nerval system elate. The typography depicted behind the painted woman depicted reclining through a loose abstract expressionistic whimsical flow echoing the tranquility of Rothko and the frivolity of De Kooning's work in the early 50's. ...
UM AnOther stunning feature in the show was a sculptural element my affiliation and I were both thrilled to dote on, the reappropriated metal sculptural work spanning approximately 6 feet by 4x4 complimented the initial paintings exquisitely triggering a doppler effect through the subtlety and slow opacity of matte oil to the gleaming brilliant polished steel beams of what might appear to resemble an emancipated and reconfigured series of Barcelona by VanDer Rhode.
Do I love my life ? Yes I do.
LOVE.
keeping it klassy
-thc
