reflections of how life used to be.
i am unbelievably ready for craig thompson's habibi!
so, dearest blog,
i've now lived in paris. i ate raw beef and snails and was nearly abducted on a few occasions. i saw performances that were life changing and art that was moving. i witnessed, witnessed, witnessed. but does that really mean anything? does any of it mean that i am now capable of creating a masterpiece?
i was thinking about craig thompson's blankets and how many times i've read it and how there's always something new to discover. the same goes for bill t. jones' serenade/the proposition. from the first rehearsal to the closing show, i learned something different and important. i am and was lucky enough to have the luxury of continual examination of the two. so the same thoughts could probably be echoed about the works of sidi larbi cherkoui and leonardo da vinci, i just haven't spent as much time with them. i suppose that is what makes art masterful. how multi-faceted and full it is. at least that's how i'm calling it(now).
so maybe that's what i want to try and do this coming year. sure, it's a big feat for me, the little bfa candidate, but i'm pulling from some really incredible resources. the extreme stubbornness that saturates my blood has always been tearing me away from cuing off of an-y-one, but how else am i going to grow? i can't always just be innately audrey. ironically enough, that would just be a big fat lie, especially to myself.
i'm going to be epic, dammit. i'm not going to be afraid and sell myself short.
why do i even have this blog?
so, dearest blog,
i've now lived in paris. i ate raw beef and snails and was nearly abducted on a few occasions. i saw performances that were life changing and art that was moving. i witnessed, witnessed, witnessed. but does that really mean anything? does any of it mean that i am now capable of creating a masterpiece?
i was thinking about craig thompson's blankets and how many times i've read it and how there's always something new to discover. the same goes for bill t. jones' serenade/the proposition. from the first rehearsal to the closing show, i learned something different and important. i am and was lucky enough to have the luxury of continual examination of the two. so the same thoughts could probably be echoed about the works of sidi larbi cherkoui and leonardo da vinci, i just haven't spent as much time with them. i suppose that is what makes art masterful. how multi-faceted and full it is. at least that's how i'm calling it(now).
so maybe that's what i want to try and do this coming year. sure, it's a big feat for me, the little bfa candidate, but i'm pulling from some really incredible resources. the extreme stubbornness that saturates my blood has always been tearing me away from cuing off of an-y-one, but how else am i going to grow? i can't always just be innately audrey. ironically enough, that would just be a big fat lie, especially to myself.
i'm going to be epic, dammit. i'm not going to be afraid and sell myself short.
why do i even have this blog?
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