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yamamanama10 days until the Vernal Equinox
I was at the MFA, again, it was a bit disappointing because it's that time where all the special exhibits from earlier are closed and the new ones (one of contemporary art from Latin America, avant-garde photography from Europe) aren't yet opened. Most of them. There was one with contemporary Japanese sculpture (there was this wall that looked like a longitudinal wave), and someone from New York momentarily forgot whether he was in the Museum of Fine Arts or the Museum of Modern Art, and this thing with a lot of tiny squares.
someone asked me if the stuff on the sarcophagus looked blue to me. The lighting's dim, see. I thought she was doing a scavenger hunt.
someone was giving a talk on this work of art made with flattened bottlecaps and other things, there's a black river and given that the guy lives in Nigeria, it has something to do with oil spills.
it reminds someone of Klimt and since I thought the same exact thing, I'm thinking "cough if you can hear me. cough if you can hear me." She didn't cough, alas.
there's a guitar made from scrapped guns seized from northern Mexican drug gangs.
And, no, Boston Loves Impressionism is only some relocated favorites, because the actual room where impressionist works are hosted is under renovation. Also, Degas is not a musician like someone thought he was. Must be thinking of Dukas or Debussy.
***
a woman had unfinished sleeve tattoos, including a mermaid with a green fish half and bright red hair. That was yesterday, though, and not where I'd have my sketchbook with me. Today, I drew three exchange students, one from Mexico, one from Germany, and one from Colombia. On the same page is a woman with curly hair and big sunglasses and a woman with a septum ring and skunk stripe hair, her chin was sharp and the way I drew it, it looked like she had a beard.
There's a bunch of quick ones. Two people were separated from me by the trench. One woman like her portrait even though the train was rattling about and that fucked her up. People with trombones are hard to draw because there's so much motion involved (there was a guy playing the trombone at Park Street; how odd, usually it's a guy with an erhu.).
A sleeping man with a hat and scarf, a woman with curly hair and a wavey scarf, a blonde woman, and Sarah.
A blonde woman in a leather jacket. I really want to paint someone wearing a leather/faux leather jacket, so I could depict texture and shine and folds. It's hard to get that with just a pen. She's like "oh, that's cool. I thought you were drawing me." Another woman with poofy hair sang a song. I'd have drawn her (or maybe I already did, maybe she's that woman from conditions of weightlessness, the one I want to paint again because I found a picture of her on a Boston street fashion blog). I know that I said many times that I'll never forget faces, but sometimes I won't remember how I know someone or associate someone's face and name.
Sarah is a special case.
Sarah is wearing a floppy hat, large glasses with pink frames, a plaid scarf, a black coat, blue mitten-glove things with stripes.
Sarah was utterly amazed at just how quickly I drew the woman across from us. Her friend does the same thing I do, but he's not as quick. He uses markers and pens and colored pencils, and he draws some pretty crazy things. He wasn't around, in fact, if he's who I think he was, he exists slightly ahead in space-time. The future, the place without the langoliers. She says she can always hear a song and know how it goes. When she noticed me, she hoped I found her interesting enough to draw.
She said her mittens look like her "hands are in a cast," or she "just got over fucking poison ivy and" her "hands are wrapped in bandages." She knows that hands are the hardest part of the body to draw.
She likes art, she says she can't draw for shit (her words) but she plays guitar and sings. Since I said I like music, she said that usually people who do some form of art usually appreciate other forms.
I've met at least eight other Sarahs and one Sara since I started at the wildlife center. She said she doesn't encounter too many people named Sarah.
She took a picture of my portrait of her. I'd be lying if I said I could easily find this.
She watches the Simpsons and Bob's Burgers religiously. I told her I was singing Gene's snake song because two people I work with aren't enthusiastic about snakes.
She thought I was 21. We both look younger than we actually are, and that's a good thing according to her.
She told me that at least I don't have to make up a name for her when I told her about the other times I did this.
She has a cat.
So I'll probably draw her playing guitar and singing and paint it with ink and watercolor pencils.
someone described punk as three chords and the truth, while shoegaze is one chord and three fuzzboxes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ro4sv5BE9lU
This is Hate Me by Sarah K (originally by Blue October). She said she needs better recording equipment.
… Sarah knows who Casey Desmond is… it's funny because I took a sculpture class with her, back when I was in high school, back before I was livejournaling.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0NrjV9zCNE
This is Hate Me by Swirling Light. As you can see, two different songs.
I think I knew three Sarahs and one Sara back then. You have to understand, when I started writing about my life (think of it as a proto-livejournal, except not online), I didn't start out changing everyone's identity, there were just times where there were no real formal introductions. I just assigned people names to keep track on them, usually from the book I was reading at the time. It's especially confusing when you've just wedged yourself into a new circle of friends, and I'll end up using names interchangeably for the first week or so.
And I do promise to scan these eventually. I just can't do it right now. Maybe next update. And I will paint Sarah. And probably Sara.
Sarah says you should never squander your talents.
I was going to ask a question from Bob's Burgers but then I found out Chris asked someone this one:
burning question: How would one go about making an electric trombone?
I was at the MFA, again, it was a bit disappointing because it's that time where all the special exhibits from earlier are closed and the new ones (one of contemporary art from Latin America, avant-garde photography from Europe) aren't yet opened. Most of them. There was one with contemporary Japanese sculpture (there was this wall that looked like a longitudinal wave), and someone from New York momentarily forgot whether he was in the Museum of Fine Arts or the Museum of Modern Art, and this thing with a lot of tiny squares.
someone asked me if the stuff on the sarcophagus looked blue to me. The lighting's dim, see. I thought she was doing a scavenger hunt.
someone was giving a talk on this work of art made with flattened bottlecaps and other things, there's a black river and given that the guy lives in Nigeria, it has something to do with oil spills.
it reminds someone of Klimt and since I thought the same exact thing, I'm thinking "cough if you can hear me. cough if you can hear me." She didn't cough, alas.
there's a guitar made from scrapped guns seized from northern Mexican drug gangs.
And, no, Boston Loves Impressionism is only some relocated favorites, because the actual room where impressionist works are hosted is under renovation. Also, Degas is not a musician like someone thought he was. Must be thinking of Dukas or Debussy.
***
a woman had unfinished sleeve tattoos, including a mermaid with a green fish half and bright red hair. That was yesterday, though, and not where I'd have my sketchbook with me. Today, I drew three exchange students, one from Mexico, one from Germany, and one from Colombia. On the same page is a woman with curly hair and big sunglasses and a woman with a septum ring and skunk stripe hair, her chin was sharp and the way I drew it, it looked like she had a beard.
There's a bunch of quick ones. Two people were separated from me by the trench. One woman like her portrait even though the train was rattling about and that fucked her up. People with trombones are hard to draw because there's so much motion involved (there was a guy playing the trombone at Park Street; how odd, usually it's a guy with an erhu.).
A sleeping man with a hat and scarf, a woman with curly hair and a wavey scarf, a blonde woman, and Sarah.
A blonde woman in a leather jacket. I really want to paint someone wearing a leather/faux leather jacket, so I could depict texture and shine and folds. It's hard to get that with just a pen. She's like "oh, that's cool. I thought you were drawing me." Another woman with poofy hair sang a song. I'd have drawn her (or maybe I already did, maybe she's that woman from conditions of weightlessness, the one I want to paint again because I found a picture of her on a Boston street fashion blog). I know that I said many times that I'll never forget faces, but sometimes I won't remember how I know someone or associate someone's face and name.
Sarah is a special case.
Sarah is wearing a floppy hat, large glasses with pink frames, a plaid scarf, a black coat, blue mitten-glove things with stripes.
Sarah was utterly amazed at just how quickly I drew the woman across from us. Her friend does the same thing I do, but he's not as quick. He uses markers and pens and colored pencils, and he draws some pretty crazy things. He wasn't around, in fact, if he's who I think he was, he exists slightly ahead in space-time. The future, the place without the langoliers. She says she can always hear a song and know how it goes. When she noticed me, she hoped I found her interesting enough to draw.
She said her mittens look like her "hands are in a cast," or she "just got over fucking poison ivy and" her "hands are wrapped in bandages." She knows that hands are the hardest part of the body to draw.
She likes art, she says she can't draw for shit (her words) but she plays guitar and sings. Since I said I like music, she said that usually people who do some form of art usually appreciate other forms.
I've met at least eight other Sarahs and one Sara since I started at the wildlife center. She said she doesn't encounter too many people named Sarah.
She took a picture of my portrait of her. I'd be lying if I said I could easily find this.
She watches the Simpsons and Bob's Burgers religiously. I told her I was singing Gene's snake song because two people I work with aren't enthusiastic about snakes.
She thought I was 21. We both look younger than we actually are, and that's a good thing according to her.
She told me that at least I don't have to make up a name for her when I told her about the other times I did this.
She has a cat.
So I'll probably draw her playing guitar and singing and paint it with ink and watercolor pencils.
someone described punk as three chords and the truth, while shoegaze is one chord and three fuzzboxes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ro4sv5BE9lU
This is Hate Me by Sarah K (originally by Blue October). She said she needs better recording equipment.
… Sarah knows who Casey Desmond is… it's funny because I took a sculpture class with her, back when I was in high school, back before I was livejournaling.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0NrjV9zCNE
This is Hate Me by Swirling Light. As you can see, two different songs.
I think I knew three Sarahs and one Sara back then. You have to understand, when I started writing about my life (think of it as a proto-livejournal, except not online), I didn't start out changing everyone's identity, there were just times where there were no real formal introductions. I just assigned people names to keep track on them, usually from the book I was reading at the time. It's especially confusing when you've just wedged yourself into a new circle of friends, and I'll end up using names interchangeably for the first week or so.
And I do promise to scan these eventually. I just can't do it right now. Maybe next update. And I will paint Sarah. And probably Sara.
Sarah says you should never squander your talents.
I was going to ask a question from Bob's Burgers but then I found out Chris asked someone this one:
burning question: How would one go about making an electric trombone?
