swimming with eels
Apr. 21st, 2016 11:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaThere's nothing like happiness to make me forget that all I had to eat today before spending the first perfect day of the year at the ICA was a few pita chips, all I had to eat yesterday was a hamburger and some fries and a few pita chips with spicy hummus, all I had to eat the day before that was a bagel, some rice, four dolmas and a salad, and a butterscotch candy, and I can't remember what I ate Monday but I'm sure it wasn't impressive.
My sandwich survived my journey home relatively intact. I was going to get something at Bon Me but they were shutting down for the night.
A woman had crescent moon earrings and a trefoil tattoo on her wrist. Her friend looked a bit like Gabriella with a Sterling Archer cleft chin and glasses.
I overheard "I want to be taxidermied" at South Station. Also I heard an erhu.
The docents are dressed in black and wear glasses, except for Olivia or something, who is the one exception to the latter part. Actually, there were probably a few exceptions. One of the docents had teacup earrings. One of them had a black scarf. She works with glass.
Walid Raad had photographs from the Lebanese Civil War. Some of them depicted bullet holes covered by colorful circles.
I told one of the docents how I've read about the war in Lebanon but couldn't make sense of it or understand the different coalitions even in the context of the war. On one side, democratic socialists, phalangists (a form of fascism popular with Maronites), pan-Arab secularists, Shi'ite fundamentalists, and neo-Nazis. On the other side, Maoists, Likudniks, Hamas, and more Christian fundamentalists. Speaking of the coalitions, one of the photographs referenced betting on horses and how the Maronite nationalists and socialists went with one set of horses and the Islamists and Marxists went with other sets. I compared it to the collaborationist Yugoslavian groups and Slovakia's and Bulgaria's alliance with Nazi Germany, even though as Slavs, they were destined for the death camps.
That's war for you.
There's a film made from exposing a frame every time he thought the war was over. The film lasts over a minute and the photos move by really quickly.
The only part that remains from a car bomb after it explodes is the engine and that ends up tens or hundreds of meters away.
"A museum for ants."
In the media room, they prompted us to write down a cool fact. A few of them are in Korean or Hebrew or Arabic. Someone says that some colors look better than others but I disagree: all colors are equal but some combinations look better than others. "you are always beautiful. No matter what. Age 8." Some stuff about the sun: the sun always sets but actually it's the Earth that moves. I said that war is incomprehensible and that all the insects on Earth weigh more than all the humans on Earth.
All the sculptures are Italian, says the docent, and made between the Roman Empire and right now. Most of them are faces or full body, and the ones that are abstract may be abstract representions of faces or bodies but one of them is noteworthy for being a finger with the photographers reflected in the fingernail. His notes go into more detail on them. The notes I found are a bit out of date and don't mention the deaths of Cecil the Lion and some protestors in Luanda and FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. I haven't used "fuck" here in a while.
She isn't an artist but she does write poetry and literature and says it's hard to get a bad song out of her head but bad music can be processed in a few minutes while it takes a while to read a book, so there really is no place for the A THRONE OF BONES and Asulon: The Swords of Fire of the world. Exhibit B: Jean-Christophe Valtat's Luminous Chaos still hasn't been released in paperback and there's no sign of Suspended Citadels whatsoever. Conclusion: Amazon is bad for literature.
Some other people looking at this were talking about an assignment in which they were given a book, drew something in the book, and gave it to the next person to draw in.
One for each day of the year. Somewhere in Canada, a library threw a whole ton of magazines away and this guy made them into art.
Most of the dolls are Janus-faced and most of their faces are Harvey Dent-faced. A few have a watch face or the back of a hat. Butterflies. Birds. A rifle. the words Love, Amor, Amore, and люблю. A leg, to match the finger. A skeleton with a feather.
They reminded me of kachinas.
From another room came music redolent of gamelan.
The woman with short solid blue hair and a blue jacket with pink on it (her companion also had hair that transitioned into blue) says that all of her art is accidental, as I was showing them the paintings of people with multicolored hair and bringing up my frustration with trying to get the same effect I got once.
One of the room contained things I've seen and talked about before so I'm not going to talk about it again.
The cube of pins weighs two tons according to someone on twitter and at least a ton according to the glassworker docent. The strips that surround it are magnetic but don't pick up the pins. When they fall out, someone picks them up and carefully reattaches them.
She really loves my linework and how there are multiple people on each page.
She doesn't really understand magnetism.
Art and science are the same thing, really.
Speaking of Harvey Dent, I met a Scottie named Bruce and yes, he is named after Batman.
A kid asked about the expansion of the universe making more stars and I said that it doesn't, it just leads to more empty space between the galaxies, and I told him that every atom in his body is there because of a supernova, but only elements up to iron can be fused in stars because the fusion process gets less efficient as it fuses carbon into helium and neon and magnesium, oxygen fuses into helium and silicon and sulphur, silicon into nickel, and then it reaches iron and the energy needed to fuse iron into heavier elements is greater than the energy released by the reaction, and then when it goes supernova, stuff collides and from that, we get our gold and bismuth and praseodymium and astatine and californium.
The sun, however, will probably only fuse a bit of carbon and oxygen, if even that.
The book Eternal Light has a wonderful description of the death of a star.
"Wanna go for a swim?" he asked his friend.
A woman was jumping rope amongst four giant monolithic sculptures.
There was a woman with rainbow hair and a colorful fenghuang tattoo on her arm.
Some kids in front of a fountain with something about Boston and Massachusetts welcoming refugees were having a battle with balloon swords.
One kid decided that his balloon sword was actually a machine gun.
Anyway, I just love how Boston has multiple gamelan ensembles and multiple Balkans folk music ensembles and I love how the Mad Geniuses recently railed against multiculturalism, because why have something like Boston when you can have Provo or Colorado Springs?
The pillars on the garage were wrapped in colorful designs. This is Luna Moths by Cei Lambert.
A woman had cotton candy swirls of blue and pink but alas she got off the train as I got on. Plus I don't carry gel pens with me.
I got another EP from Matt Minigell and drew a portrait of him because I had time and a place to put my sandwich.
"I think it's good," a guy said because my subject didn't react. Probably too busy playing with her hair and/or phone.
The woman with dark eyes is a singer. Well, not professionally, just something she does in her spare time, but Emma was that too and look at her now.
The woman with blue eyes dropped and cracked her phone recently and I told her that the worst thing is when everything goes alarmingly smoothly for a while, full of things like obtaining undin halcyons on your first attempt and no unexpected vanishing acts, because you know the universe is preparing something exceptionally bad for you to run into . In my case, the lens of my glasses popped out while I was crossing the street but luckily I found a bit of string. Which actually held together amazingly well.
They were at the mfa to see TechStyle and Picasso Paired but only the woman with dark eyes saw Megacities Asia. They said they saw me drawing Matt from the other side of the train tracks.
That guy in the suit and tie with a beard and earrings kept getting off and we couldn't decide if he was actually leaving or just being polite again.
burning question: what kind of ass would be late for his own birthday?
My sandwich survived my journey home relatively intact. I was going to get something at Bon Me but they were shutting down for the night.
A woman had crescent moon earrings and a trefoil tattoo on her wrist. Her friend looked a bit like Gabriella with a Sterling Archer cleft chin and glasses.
I overheard "I want to be taxidermied" at South Station. Also I heard an erhu.
The docents are dressed in black and wear glasses, except for Olivia or something, who is the one exception to the latter part. Actually, there were probably a few exceptions. One of the docents had teacup earrings. One of them had a black scarf. She works with glass.
Walid Raad had photographs from the Lebanese Civil War. Some of them depicted bullet holes covered by colorful circles.
I told one of the docents how I've read about the war in Lebanon but couldn't make sense of it or understand the different coalitions even in the context of the war. On one side, democratic socialists, phalangists (a form of fascism popular with Maronites), pan-Arab secularists, Shi'ite fundamentalists, and neo-Nazis. On the other side, Maoists, Likudniks, Hamas, and more Christian fundamentalists. Speaking of the coalitions, one of the photographs referenced betting on horses and how the Maronite nationalists and socialists went with one set of horses and the Islamists and Marxists went with other sets. I compared it to the collaborationist Yugoslavian groups and Slovakia's and Bulgaria's alliance with Nazi Germany, even though as Slavs, they were destined for the death camps.
That's war for you.
There's a film made from exposing a frame every time he thought the war was over. The film lasts over a minute and the photos move by really quickly.
The only part that remains from a car bomb after it explodes is the engine and that ends up tens or hundreds of meters away.
"A museum for ants."
In the media room, they prompted us to write down a cool fact. A few of them are in Korean or Hebrew or Arabic. Someone says that some colors look better than others but I disagree: all colors are equal but some combinations look better than others. "you are always beautiful. No matter what. Age 8." Some stuff about the sun: the sun always sets but actually it's the Earth that moves. I said that war is incomprehensible and that all the insects on Earth weigh more than all the humans on Earth.
All the sculptures are Italian, says the docent, and made between the Roman Empire and right now. Most of them are faces or full body, and the ones that are abstract may be abstract representions of faces or bodies but one of them is noteworthy for being a finger with the photographers reflected in the fingernail. His notes go into more detail on them. The notes I found are a bit out of date and don't mention the deaths of Cecil the Lion and some protestors in Luanda and FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. I haven't used "fuck" here in a while.
She isn't an artist but she does write poetry and literature and says it's hard to get a bad song out of her head but bad music can be processed in a few minutes while it takes a while to read a book, so there really is no place for the A THRONE OF BONES and Asulon: The Swords of Fire of the world. Exhibit B: Jean-Christophe Valtat's Luminous Chaos still hasn't been released in paperback and there's no sign of Suspended Citadels whatsoever. Conclusion: Amazon is bad for literature.
Some other people looking at this were talking about an assignment in which they were given a book, drew something in the book, and gave it to the next person to draw in.
One for each day of the year. Somewhere in Canada, a library threw a whole ton of magazines away and this guy made them into art.
Most of the dolls are Janus-faced and most of their faces are Harvey Dent-faced. A few have a watch face or the back of a hat. Butterflies. Birds. A rifle. the words Love, Amor, Amore, and люблю. A leg, to match the finger. A skeleton with a feather.
They reminded me of kachinas.
From another room came music redolent of gamelan.
The woman with short solid blue hair and a blue jacket with pink on it (her companion also had hair that transitioned into blue) says that all of her art is accidental, as I was showing them the paintings of people with multicolored hair and bringing up my frustration with trying to get the same effect I got once.
One of the room contained things I've seen and talked about before so I'm not going to talk about it again.
The cube of pins weighs two tons according to someone on twitter and at least a ton according to the glassworker docent. The strips that surround it are magnetic but don't pick up the pins. When they fall out, someone picks them up and carefully reattaches them.
She really loves my linework and how there are multiple people on each page.
She doesn't really understand magnetism.
Art and science are the same thing, really.
Speaking of Harvey Dent, I met a Scottie named Bruce and yes, he is named after Batman.
A kid asked about the expansion of the universe making more stars and I said that it doesn't, it just leads to more empty space between the galaxies, and I told him that every atom in his body is there because of a supernova, but only elements up to iron can be fused in stars because the fusion process gets less efficient as it fuses carbon into helium and neon and magnesium, oxygen fuses into helium and silicon and sulphur, silicon into nickel, and then it reaches iron and the energy needed to fuse iron into heavier elements is greater than the energy released by the reaction, and then when it goes supernova, stuff collides and from that, we get our gold and bismuth and praseodymium and astatine and californium.
The sun, however, will probably only fuse a bit of carbon and oxygen, if even that.
The book Eternal Light has a wonderful description of the death of a star.
"Wanna go for a swim?" he asked his friend.
A woman was jumping rope amongst four giant monolithic sculptures.
There was a woman with rainbow hair and a colorful fenghuang tattoo on her arm.
Some kids in front of a fountain with something about Boston and Massachusetts welcoming refugees were having a battle with balloon swords.
One kid decided that his balloon sword was actually a machine gun.
Anyway, I just love how Boston has multiple gamelan ensembles and multiple Balkans folk music ensembles and I love how the Mad Geniuses recently railed against multiculturalism, because why have something like Boston when you can have Provo or Colorado Springs?
The pillars on the garage were wrapped in colorful designs. This is Luna Moths by Cei Lambert.
A woman had cotton candy swirls of blue and pink but alas she got off the train as I got on. Plus I don't carry gel pens with me.
I got another EP from Matt Minigell and drew a portrait of him because I had time and a place to put my sandwich.
"I think it's good," a guy said because my subject didn't react. Probably too busy playing with her hair and/or phone.
The woman with dark eyes is a singer. Well, not professionally, just something she does in her spare time, but Emma was that too and look at her now.
The woman with blue eyes dropped and cracked her phone recently and I told her that the worst thing is when everything goes alarmingly smoothly for a while, full of things like obtaining undin halcyons on your first attempt and no unexpected vanishing acts, because you know the universe is preparing something exceptionally bad for you to run into . In my case, the lens of my glasses popped out while I was crossing the street but luckily I found a bit of string. Which actually held together amazingly well.
They were at the mfa to see TechStyle and Picasso Paired but only the woman with dark eyes saw Megacities Asia. They said they saw me drawing Matt from the other side of the train tracks.
That guy in the suit and tie with a beard and earrings kept getting off and we couldn't decide if he was actually leaving or just being polite again.
burning question: what kind of ass would be late for his own birthday?
