phantom and a rose
Nov. 12th, 2015 06:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaI told Francis "Nice life jacket. Afraid you're gonna drown?" He said "wrong color," because his vest was blue and not orange. Back to the Future is one of his favorite movies and he of course watched the second one on that day.
"Once in a lifetime" unless you have time travel, in which case, you can relive that moment whenever you want.
Rose looks a lot like Hannah. She doesn't quite look like Kate but enough like Kate that I mistook her for Kate at first. That means nothing to you, I know. Sara has purple in her hair. And I'm defaulting to Sarah even though I prefer the spelling Sara. Sara and Francis say they're unable to draw animate things on a moving train. Sara recently received a bachelor's degree in art but Francis hasn't and that's because he's a slacker. I would have told him that but I thought of it while walking up the stairs at Park Street after I made like a tree and got off the train.
We actually encountered the guy who sounds like a preaching frog. I tuned him out, mostly because the train was really loud and because his ideas have already occurred to other people and it's an oversimplification of things and makes a lot of assumptions and Barry doesn't like being made ass and I was already engaged in a conversation about Back to the Future and art. I'm pretty sure I rolled my eyes, and I think Rose giggled about it. He made like a tree at JFK, most likely to repeat Pascal's wager on another train car.
The conductor was really excited.
There was a guy at the MFA who looked like a guy I knew in college except he had a wave of electric blue hair.
In Marilyn Arsem's 100 Ways to Consider Time, the artist sits in the gallery (on Day 3, she sat at a table with polished stones and an hourglass) for six hours and when she is not present, a recording of her voice is, and after 100 days, all that will be left is our memories and retellings of the event, and according to the website, you can send your own experiences and perceptions on time with the museum. Note that they encourage you to share this via Twitter or Instagram, not via Facebook, which is too isolated. Or you could try Tumblr or Livejournal.
The woman doing the performance would be there for a while but sometimes I can't rely on people to stay for as long as I want them to, even though they sometimes do stay long enough for a good portrait, like a man with the bushy mustache, a bald man, and a woman with glasses writing down her thoughts on spacetime, and sometimes don't stay long enough, like the guy making a contemplative look with his hand.
She did not deign to share her views on spacetime with the world and instead took the card with her, so instead I'll share these view on spacetime.
I used to point at
......elephants in the room
............until
.................all rooms
.......................became
.............................the
................................elephant
time is growth.
time is decay.
time is now. Perhaps an everpresent series of nows. Time is a circle with no beginning and no end.
I asked what happened to the portraits and she said they were on loan and I'm hoping they didn't get painted over unless that was their intent, like how we're all realizing that the internet of five years ago is not the internet of today, and I don't think it's necessarily an improvement.
Elizabeth (perhaps, or perhaps not, because I've forgotten her name, even though it was on a name tag) was showing off the tools used to carve stone along with a model and a work in progress.
Something like soapstone could be placed in a tomb but shouldn't be left out and exposed to weather, while marble is pretty durable until the acid rains started falling.
This one guy, quite a bit older than I am, said he just started doing art four years ago. Good for him; it's never too late to start.
I was looking for something by Yves Tanguy and found that instead. I may have seen a Tanguy painting when I was in New York but it would have been great to see a Tanguy painting while I'm reading a book with Tanguy as one of the characters. The Dream Years by Lisa Goldstein, if you're wondering.
There's a gallery of Sòng Dynasty art opening soon.
One woman there looked like she stepped out of an alternate 2015, not quite Back to the Future's 2015 but something unlike our 2015 of muted colors. Her blonde hair was in pigtails, she wore glasses with clear plastic frames and a spring jacket of bright fuchsia and dark blue, a cream-colored shirt and camo-patterned pants and bright pink combat boots, and she had plenty of facial piercings.
Her companions weren't quite as outlandish: red shirt and overalls and short black hair, purple hoodie and see-through hello kitty themed bag and she had a yellow jacket slung over her shoulder and a pin that said that men can stop rape. If you ask me, they can start by not making excuses for rapists and not supporting a certain country with rape prisons in their war against ISIS, and maybe we can stop giving rapists a voice. Ah, blogspot, ah, wordpress, where even the spambots/scambots are racist.
I think they were talking about things being used as bongs. Nope, if you want to see a bong, go to the Worcester Art Museum.
Katherine's mint colored jacket is normally as bright as 2015's clothing gets. Andrea used the Italian pronunciation (something like Ahn-draay-ah) for her name, which is weird because Andrea's a male name in Italy. Well, not really weird, because all names are going to become female eventually. Incidentally, I can't remember if Andrea's coat was the color of rust or the color of a calla lily's spadix.
She wasn't Sara. And by that, I mean a different Sara, who will one day claim her rightful position as Queen of All Cats from someone named Rae. I saw Sara the other day so I'm pretty sure some deity isn't using her body for his own purposes. Sara has blue eyes and no noticeable accent, this woman had very dark brown eyes and an accent, and she wore a plaid coat and a scarf with a gray and black checkerboard pattern. Both of them have very black hair and a similar style of clothing.
I can't tell if one of the women I sketched was monologuing and recording it or having a conversation on a phone. There are changes, they're just really subtle. When I was in college, people wore multicolored and patterned rain boots and now people wear solid-colored boots instead.
I think some other people were talking about time travel.
burning question: if you ever found yourself in the year 20999, would you call it "two hundred and nine ninety-nine" or "twenty nine-hundred-and-nine?" or maybe something else?
"Once in a lifetime" unless you have time travel, in which case, you can relive that moment whenever you want.
Rose looks a lot like Hannah. She doesn't quite look like Kate but enough like Kate that I mistook her for Kate at first. That means nothing to you, I know. Sara has purple in her hair. And I'm defaulting to Sarah even though I prefer the spelling Sara. Sara and Francis say they're unable to draw animate things on a moving train. Sara recently received a bachelor's degree in art but Francis hasn't and that's because he's a slacker. I would have told him that but I thought of it while walking up the stairs at Park Street after I made like a tree and got off the train.
We actually encountered the guy who sounds like a preaching frog. I tuned him out, mostly because the train was really loud and because his ideas have already occurred to other people and it's an oversimplification of things and makes a lot of assumptions and Barry doesn't like being made ass and I was already engaged in a conversation about Back to the Future and art. I'm pretty sure I rolled my eyes, and I think Rose giggled about it. He made like a tree at JFK, most likely to repeat Pascal's wager on another train car.
The conductor was really excited.
There was a guy at the MFA who looked like a guy I knew in college except he had a wave of electric blue hair.
In Marilyn Arsem's 100 Ways to Consider Time, the artist sits in the gallery (on Day 3, she sat at a table with polished stones and an hourglass) for six hours and when she is not present, a recording of her voice is, and after 100 days, all that will be left is our memories and retellings of the event, and according to the website, you can send your own experiences and perceptions on time with the museum. Note that they encourage you to share this via Twitter or Instagram, not via Facebook, which is too isolated. Or you could try Tumblr or Livejournal.
The woman doing the performance would be there for a while but sometimes I can't rely on people to stay for as long as I want them to, even though they sometimes do stay long enough for a good portrait, like a man with the bushy mustache, a bald man, and a woman with glasses writing down her thoughts on spacetime, and sometimes don't stay long enough, like the guy making a contemplative look with his hand.
She did not deign to share her views on spacetime with the world and instead took the card with her, so instead I'll share these view on spacetime.
I used to point at
......elephants in the room
............until
.................all rooms
.......................became
.............................the
................................elephant
time is growth.
time is decay.
time is now. Perhaps an everpresent series of nows. Time is a circle with no beginning and no end.
I asked what happened to the portraits and she said they were on loan and I'm hoping they didn't get painted over unless that was their intent, like how we're all realizing that the internet of five years ago is not the internet of today, and I don't think it's necessarily an improvement.
Elizabeth (perhaps, or perhaps not, because I've forgotten her name, even though it was on a name tag) was showing off the tools used to carve stone along with a model and a work in progress.
Something like soapstone could be placed in a tomb but shouldn't be left out and exposed to weather, while marble is pretty durable until the acid rains started falling.
This one guy, quite a bit older than I am, said he just started doing art four years ago. Good for him; it's never too late to start.
I was looking for something by Yves Tanguy and found that instead. I may have seen a Tanguy painting when I was in New York but it would have been great to see a Tanguy painting while I'm reading a book with Tanguy as one of the characters. The Dream Years by Lisa Goldstein, if you're wondering.
There's a gallery of Sòng Dynasty art opening soon.
One woman there looked like she stepped out of an alternate 2015, not quite Back to the Future's 2015 but something unlike our 2015 of muted colors. Her blonde hair was in pigtails, she wore glasses with clear plastic frames and a spring jacket of bright fuchsia and dark blue, a cream-colored shirt and camo-patterned pants and bright pink combat boots, and she had plenty of facial piercings.
Her companions weren't quite as outlandish: red shirt and overalls and short black hair, purple hoodie and see-through hello kitty themed bag and she had a yellow jacket slung over her shoulder and a pin that said that men can stop rape. If you ask me, they can start by not making excuses for rapists and not supporting a certain country with rape prisons in their war against ISIS, and maybe we can stop giving rapists a voice. Ah, blogspot, ah, wordpress, where even the spambots/scambots are racist.
I think they were talking about things being used as bongs. Nope, if you want to see a bong, go to the Worcester Art Museum.
Katherine's mint colored jacket is normally as bright as 2015's clothing gets. Andrea used the Italian pronunciation (something like Ahn-draay-ah) for her name, which is weird because Andrea's a male name in Italy. Well, not really weird, because all names are going to become female eventually. Incidentally, I can't remember if Andrea's coat was the color of rust or the color of a calla lily's spadix.
She wasn't Sara. And by that, I mean a different Sara, who will one day claim her rightful position as Queen of All Cats from someone named Rae. I saw Sara the other day so I'm pretty sure some deity isn't using her body for his own purposes. Sara has blue eyes and no noticeable accent, this woman had very dark brown eyes and an accent, and she wore a plaid coat and a scarf with a gray and black checkerboard pattern. Both of them have very black hair and a similar style of clothing.
I can't tell if one of the women I sketched was monologuing and recording it or having a conversation on a phone. There are changes, they're just really subtle. When I was in college, people wore multicolored and patterned rain boots and now people wear solid-colored boots instead.
I think some other people were talking about time travel.
burning question: if you ever found yourself in the year 20999, would you call it "two hundred and nine ninety-nine" or "twenty nine-hundred-and-nine?" or maybe something else?
