Rule 1; Always post the rules
Rule 2; Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 10 new ones
Rule 3; tag 10 new people + link them to this post.
Rule 4; Let them know you’ve tagged them.
1. Imagine that you’re an insanely talented musician (maybe you already are). All of your favorite bands/artists have asked you to go on tour with them as a backing musician. Who do you go with and why?
Vampire Weekend, they’re hilarious and preppy which is all I could really ask for.
2. You’re going to open a museum, and you can put anything in it. What are your exhibits?
Cool ass interactive installations that fuck with your perception of space, sound, and color. Also, maybe an exhibit about films? Or dinosaurs.
3. If you don’t push the button, it will go unpushed! Do you push it?
Push it push it real good
4. What movie that many people like do you not particularly care for, or vice versa? Why?
I didn’t really like Gravity, probably because I saw Redford’s All is Lost first, and I thought it was much better. I don’t really like Crash either. I don’t know.
6. You’ve been captured by pirates and held at a ransom equivalent to the US deficit. After three months of capture, some US Navy Seals team up with Spetsnaz and MI6 to save you. Who are the first three people you call after your release?
Mom, dad, brother. Boring, I know. Too bad I have a loving family and couldn’t come up with a more creative response.
7. After you call those people, David Karp, founder of tumblr, texts you “If I were to change/improve anything about tumblr, what would it be?” You reply?
I want to be able to search through the tags of my “likes,” so I can find all of the fashion or movie things that I’ve liked without scrolling through 5,000 liked posts.
8. You’re going on a space adventure by yourself. In order to keep yourself entertained, you bring a few albums. You only have room for five albums, and the computer on the spaceship is a massive hipster and doesn’t let you bring any Greatest Hits albums. Sorry. Which do you bring?
Uhhh this is hard. My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, Modern Vampires of the City, Ok Computer, Remain In Light, The Fame, maybe? I really like that album haha
9. Tea or coffee, or both. Or… neither??
Both, constantly. Sometimes at the same time.
Hahahahaha the sad puppy thing genuinely cracked me up.
10. You’re writing an autobiography. What’s the title?
The Most Boring Thing You’ll Ever Read, or, Please Follow Me on Twitter
Imma break all the other rules and not come up with questions or tag anybody.
This was about three months ago; my friends and I had a picnic at the Getty. Meanwhile, we had our first rainy day today and I wish it was summer.
I’m pretty sure most of these pictures were taken by Harper.
|Ryan:||Supposedly Mitt Romney is pretty funny in real life.|
|Me:||Yeah, right. He is always awkward in front of a crowd.|
|Ryan:||Perhaps he's only funny if he's by himself.|
|Me:||If Mitt Romney tells a joke in a forest and no one is around to hear it, is it funny?|
|Ryan:||Only if the trees are the right height.|
radioactivemustache replied to your post: It’s been almost two years since I’ve completed an…
I get like this sometimes, especially when I hear of or see people’s completed artworks. I begin to feel like I’m in some sort of rut and am slowly losing my identity. It’ll get better, you just have to get into the groove of creating stuff again.
mynameiselly replied to your post: It’s been almost two years since I’ve completed an…
I agree with Lilyan! If you do a really cool project (or a few) you’ll get in the swing of things again :)
Thanks, guys. I’ve been a lot busier than I expected, and everything I’m doing at UCLA is math and research. Even when I have a free day, I don’t do art.
I opened a canvas today, stared at it for twenty minutes, and then wrote that last post. I’m really critical of my art, so when I force myself to do it, I usually end up throwing it away, or at least never finishing it. But I’m sure you’re right, I’ll get the hang of it again.
It’s been almost two years since I’ve completed an artwork.
Have I lost something that was once there?
School occupied all of my time and energy, so during the year I didn’t pick up a pencil, or Sharpie, or paintbrush with the intention of creating something new. I was too busy and too tired, either in class, or doing homework, or catching up on much-needed sleep.
Summer would be the time for art.
I bought paints, canvases, and brushes in anticipation, with the hope that summer would be the time for taking up my old love. I had hope that my favorite season, with its lazy, perfect weather and pure, lofty light would bring about the time I needed and the inspiration I craved.
It’s summer now, and somehow, I haven’t found the time.
Or the inspiration.
I drag my friends to LACMA and the Hammer museum, but the art there no longer does it for me. I go to galleries and museums, and the love for others’ creations is still there, as are the feelings and emotions that are aroused by a great piece of artwork.
But I no longer come home wanting to paint something fit to sit on a museum wall.
I no longer come home with a need to paint and draw.
So I am scared.
Scared that opening a blank canvas will no longer thrill me. Scared that I will forget how to hold a brush, and how to hold my eye on a subject and translate it into two-dimensional form. Scared I will forget how to hold my concentration.
I am scared of the day I stop thinking turpentine smells good.
So my paints, canvases, and brushes sit, unopened or unused, in a graveyard along with artworks half-finished and half-started.
And I see them, pity them, and force myself to sit down, pick up some supplies, and start mixing colors, all the while thinking, it shouldn’t be like this.
Am I in a phase? Or am I coming out of one?
Was art just another thing I occupied myself with as a kid, like a toy I held on to for too long? Have I simply outgrown art?
I do not want to be a person that does not consider herself an artist.
I do not want to lose that identity.
I want to draw.
I want to want to draw.
I am nervous because of this change and this new lack of will.
Have I lost something that was once there?
Day 1 of Nathan-Ohkawahira-still-hasn’t-followed-me-on-tumblr.
My future looks desolate.