except i don't have any finals, so it's officially the start of my first week of summer vacation. and it couldn't have come at a better time. i'm so spent it's ridiculous. but i must say that despite all of the madness and complaining that i've been doing about my schoolwork (i can't help it...i'm a perpetual complainer...), i'm truly grateful for this past school year. it hasn't been long enough since i've ended to be reflective (i think there needs to be a certain allotment of time in order to really get a sense of the things that i've learned), but i know that it's been a huge year of falling, learning, and getting back up only to repeat the process all over again.
anyway, i'm feeling inspired. hence the update. and also the realization of inconsistency. i write in a journal almost every day. but i completely FAIL when it comes to updating my blog. freaking angela always tells me that i should update my blog but for some reason just can't remember to do it. i don't think i'm profound enough to regularly update my blog.
i've come to see that life is beautiful. beauty is everywhere. i've been obsessed with a lot of things these days. airto (some random youtube singer. his covers are so, so good). philippians. furniture. sondre lerche, chrisette michele, jazmine sullivan. so you think you can dance (BEST show on TV right now). but mostly photography. i suck at it, but i love looking at it. the concept of photography is just crazy to me...paintings are pretty crazy too, just because of the sheer skill certain artists have to be able to make the connection between what's in their heads and how they represent it on the canvas, but it's just different. photography is so real.
there's a painted portrait, which can be painted as realistically as possible, but what we see is pure interpretation from the eyes of the artist who painted it. that's the whole point. if there was no interpretation, there'd be no intent, and then it would just be a bunch of chemicals thrown onto a blank board. but then there's a photographical portrait. there's definitely a certain degree of interpretation there too, what with the technical adjustments a photographer can make with lighting, focus, angles, etc..., but you can't manipulate the actual being of a person. the subject's eyes, mouth, nose, bone structure, hair, and feelings are all his or her own. looking at photographs of people is like looking at someone who never passed away. i don't think i'm explaining this very well, but it makes sense to me. tristan tzara (dadaist, writer, poet, wackiness personified) said something along the lines of how writing is meant for no one but the one writing it. i think this is very true.
anyway, i've been most obsessed with julia margaret cameron. victorian era photographer. she lived over 100 years ago, but the photographs could have been taken yesterday. her work is absolutely nuts.
SUMMER is here. i have work galore, but i'm excited for my first real job. i'm either going to love gallery work, or hate it immensely, i think.
maybe i'll take language classes this summer. just maybe. i want to learn french, italian, japanese, chinese, brush up on my spanish, refine my korean. all of that plus english, and i'd be septa-lingual :)
and i'm going to attempt to read the bible in its entirety over the summer. that gives me approximately 3 and a half months to finish the whole thing. plus i'm going to try and make a bigger dent in the randomhouse list of the 100 best modern books. i think i've read like 30 on that list.
and finally, my illusionist. finding paris. unlock those mysteries, and therein lies the key to my entire mind.
i don't think i've fully recovered from my sleep-deprived quarter quite yet.
