Painted cats – or Tegan and Sara’s precious little fluffballs, Mickey & Holiday, to be exact – in the style of David Hockney , so that a friend of mine would feed his cat. Don’t ask me how that deal was struck. It just happened.
tried painting lorde in gouache today. I think I’ll just stick to making digital paintings the next time.
“Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.”
― Arthur Rimbaud
These days, I cannot seem to keep track of time. There are encounters that I’ve willed to happen but cannot bring myself to see to; other engagements that I’ve never intended for, that inadvertently occur for one contingent reason or another. Then there are the appointments that one must keep, regardless of how early or how late in the day they may be, or how lethargic you are. Those are most tedious. Continue reading
“There are times now, and my life has changed so completely, that I think back on the early years and I find myself thinking: It was not that bad. Perhaps it was not. But there are times, too—unexpected—when walking down a sunny sidewalk, or watching the top of a tree bend in the wind, or seeing a November sky close down over the East River, I am suddenly filled with the knowledge of darkness so deep that a sound might escape from my mouth, and I will step into the nearest clothing store and talk with a stranger about the shape of sweaters newly arrived. This must be the way most of us maneuver through the world, half knowing, half not, visited by memories that can’t possibly be true. But when I see others walking with confidence down the sidewalk, as though they are free completely from terror, I realize I don’t know how others are. So much of life seems speculation.”— Elizabeth Strout, My Name is Lucy Barton
Sure, my summer’s — technically — begun about a month ago, but those languid days, I’m afraid I must admit, dear reader, have been whittled away in bed or at various cafes around town.
Twenty-five days down, a hundred and seven more to go.
Here’s how I intend to keep myself productive (and sane) before the time comes for me to pack my bags for London:
get a job read.
It turns out that I don’t particularly want to be employed — not for this summer, at least, and not at a soul-crushing nine-to-five. After all, it must be self-evident that hammering out inane promotional articles at one’s desk simply cannot hold a candle to late morning brunches with my mom and afternoons spent with my best friend, traipsing through museum galleries as we get up to our typical shenanigans. Surely I ought to spend more time with the people that I hardly get to see during the semester?
And so I shall devote some of my time to reading, instead, partly in preparation for the following academic semester (because I’m a nerd), and partly to catch up on my mammoth to-read list.
The following’s some of the books that I intend to finish by the end of this break, though this list will be updated (if I’m not too lazy to do so) as I receive more recommendations and acquire more ‘loot’ from bookstores:
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
Lady Audley’s Secret
The All’s Well That Ends Well
Too Much and Not The Mood
What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours
At Your Own Risk: A Saint’s Testament
Footsteps: Literary Pilgrimages Around The World
On a side note, please do drop me book recommendations, if you have any, for they’ll be much appreciated!
An entry from my journal on May 20, 2017:
“It is not difficult to feel self-conscious when you’re scribbling away in a notebook — quite manically, it would seem — in a middle of a subway carriage amidst the chattering weekend crowd. Sure, I could’ve typed this out on my phone, but alas, I’ve pulled the journal out so there’s no turning back.
Who, in this god forsaken place, still journals, anyway? Continue reading
So, I couldn’t exactly settle on how I felt about “Anne With an E”, so I’ve only gone & painted Anne whilst trying to work out my confused sentiments. Alas, I’m still quite ambivalent about the show. Why’d they have to grimdark-fy such a beloved tale from my childhood?
— Lidia Yuknavich in “The Other Side of Burning”, in the May/June issue of Poets & Writers Magazine (2017)
“I need not hate any man; he cannot hurt me. I need not flatter any man; he has nothing to give me.”
― Virginia Woolf