well. its been bittersweet making a decision.
...but for the next few months, ill be working my ass off to attend a program in Paris, France.
i owe this to myself; to go for something, (that although intimidating) will pay off in the end.
such a change, hopefully will lead to a remarkable experience...and somehow everything that im scared of leaving behind will only grow stronger within my heart.
i look forward to a whole new chapter, to experiencing a different part of adulthood, and to fulfilling a part of my eight.
Love,
Jen
VIII
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Dadaland.
Reading for my AHS 192 seminar, three hours every Monday where everything Dada is analysed...
part of my reading for today:
She was bathed in the brightness of the sun and the miracle that replaces tradition. She is full of inventiveness, whimsy, and caprice. She danced to the "Song of the Flying Fish and Sea Horses," an onomatopoeic lament. It was a dance full of flashes and edges, full of dazzling light and penetrating intensity. The lines of her body broke up, each gesture decomposed into a hundred precise, angular, and sharp movements. The buffoonery of the perspective, the lighting, and the atmosphere is a pretext used by a hypersensitive nervous system for witty and ironic fun. The figures of her dance are at the same time mysterious, grotesque, and ecstatic.
-Hugo Ball's essay "Occultism and Other Fine and Rare Things"
The above is a description of Sophie Taeuber, she was a dancer in Zurich from 1916-1920; but was well-known for the involvement in dada with artist Jean Arp.
Readings like these prove that art history isnt just about the critiquing of a painting on a pristine gallery wall... its about a woman, a shape, an essence, or even an everyday setting. There must be an embracing of beauty, whatever that interpretation might be to a person.
Love,
Jen
VIII
part of my reading for today:
She was bathed in the brightness of the sun and the miracle that replaces tradition. She is full of inventiveness, whimsy, and caprice. She danced to the "Song of the Flying Fish and Sea Horses," an onomatopoeic lament. It was a dance full of flashes and edges, full of dazzling light and penetrating intensity. The lines of her body broke up, each gesture decomposed into a hundred precise, angular, and sharp movements. The buffoonery of the perspective, the lighting, and the atmosphere is a pretext used by a hypersensitive nervous system for witty and ironic fun. The figures of her dance are at the same time mysterious, grotesque, and ecstatic.
-Hugo Ball's essay "Occultism and Other Fine and Rare Things"
The above is a description of Sophie Taeuber, she was a dancer in Zurich from 1916-1920; but was well-known for the involvement in dada with artist Jean Arp.
Readings like these prove that art history isnt just about the critiquing of a painting on a pristine gallery wall... its about a woman, a shape, an essence, or even an everyday setting. There must be an embracing of beauty, whatever that interpretation might be to a person.
Love,
Jen
VIII
Sunday, January 15, 2012
one day.
idea after idea. its kept on going for the past few days.
yesterday, i finished a sketch that created a strange feeling within me...
dare i say it?
i think its hope.
perhaps its the beginning of plans, ambitions....drive.
I feel empowered, guess I just wanted to share that sweet emotion.
below, music keeps me moving.
lana del rey is on my playlist.
a beautiful woman and a cathedral...its painting inspiration handed on a platter.
Love,
Jen
VIII
Thursday, January 12, 2012
all paradox and enticing mystery.
thoughts circling round and round in my head as I walk to get my morning coffee:
I) There's a spot right on the bridge over the freeway dedicated to a victim of a hit and run incident. Two broken candle holders stand beneath a mid-size poster presenting the picture of a beautiful girl in her mid 20's; a coy smile on her face. Right above, it reads "gone, but never forgotten". The entire set up unfailingly makes me remember a feeling emerging in my childhood. I feel that ever since I was a little girl, I never thought I would be lucky enough to reach old age. Perhaps everyone has this mentality; a kind of skeptical nature regarding the ability to live close to 90 years on this earth...but at least some people can see parts of it. Having grandchildren, sitting on a rocking chair on the porch, among other cliche things. But Ive never seen it. I always thought that I would die being significantly young...and while that might seem pessimistic, it instead just felt like a reality to adjust to.
weird, i know.
II) I keep wondering about all the things to do for study abroad in the summer, and if everything will actually come together for me. Italy would be beyond amazing. But someone please explain why I'm still thinking about that internship at the Getty here at home...?
III) school. school. school. so many books to get, and so much work to do next week.
IV) ooh, urban outfitters has a sale!
I) There's a spot right on the bridge over the freeway dedicated to a victim of a hit and run incident. Two broken candle holders stand beneath a mid-size poster presenting the picture of a beautiful girl in her mid 20's; a coy smile on her face. Right above, it reads "gone, but never forgotten". The entire set up unfailingly makes me remember a feeling emerging in my childhood. I feel that ever since I was a little girl, I never thought I would be lucky enough to reach old age. Perhaps everyone has this mentality; a kind of skeptical nature regarding the ability to live close to 90 years on this earth...but at least some people can see parts of it. Having grandchildren, sitting on a rocking chair on the porch, among other cliche things. But Ive never seen it. I always thought that I would die being significantly young...and while that might seem pessimistic, it instead just felt like a reality to adjust to.
weird, i know.
II) I keep wondering about all the things to do for study abroad in the summer, and if everything will actually come together for me. Italy would be beyond amazing. But someone please explain why I'm still thinking about that internship at the Getty here at home...?
III) school. school. school. so many books to get, and so much work to do next week.
IV) ooh, urban outfitters has a sale!
been hoping to find this song. its an absolute favorite now.
Love,
Jen
VIII
Monday, January 2, 2012
excited. stoked. ecstatic.
well, the need to get inked has come back. im sure tattoo shows havent exactly helped.
its been two years since my last tattoo, and im looking to get something bigger now...
the ideas are rolling.
Love,
Jen
VIII
Saturday, December 31, 2011
holocene.
last night of the year.
seems like so much has happened, so many changes have occurred and somehow we're about to start the process all over again for a whole new year. \
curiously, i treat new year's eve like I should thanksgiving. my brain goes over the moments that changed the course of my lil life...and I cant help but stop and be thankful in celebrating another 12 months of absolute beautiful chaos.
I learned that my shopaholic tendencies can be controlled, starbucks withdrawals give me serious headaches, and that after all...iphones DO do it better. :)
but on a more serious note. this year showed me that I have the strength to make amends with some, let go of others, and learn to adore a select few.
So this is to the ones I text everyday, the ones that will laugh hours on end with me while chilling with some hookah, the ones that love shopping as much as I do and even to the ones that dont...haha, to the one who comforted me when I was sick and trembling, to the one that calls to see if I want coffee everyday, to the lil ones who get me tired as hell but leave me with sore cheeks from smiling so much, to the ghosts who have returned, to the ones who put up with my love of crazy socks and alexander mcqueen, to the ones that have let me draw on them on a drunken night, and to the one who keeps me warm at night and holds my hand as we walk the street.
Thank you. You made this year beyond amazing.
Happy New Year.
Love,
Jen
VIII
seems like so much has happened, so many changes have occurred and somehow we're about to start the process all over again for a whole new year. \
curiously, i treat new year's eve like I should thanksgiving. my brain goes over the moments that changed the course of my lil life...and I cant help but stop and be thankful in celebrating another 12 months of absolute beautiful chaos.
I learned that my shopaholic tendencies can be controlled, starbucks withdrawals give me serious headaches, and that after all...iphones DO do it better. :)
but on a more serious note. this year showed me that I have the strength to make amends with some, let go of others, and learn to adore a select few.
So this is to the ones I text everyday, the ones that will laugh hours on end with me while chilling with some hookah, the ones that love shopping as much as I do and even to the ones that dont...haha, to the one who comforted me when I was sick and trembling, to the one that calls to see if I want coffee everyday, to the lil ones who get me tired as hell but leave me with sore cheeks from smiling so much, to the ghosts who have returned, to the ones who put up with my love of crazy socks and alexander mcqueen, to the ones that have let me draw on them on a drunken night, and to the one who keeps me warm at night and holds my hand as we walk the street.
Thank you. You made this year beyond amazing.
Happy New Year.
Love,
Jen
VIII
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
my old friend, lust.
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| c/o: topshop.com i) Armadillo Eyelet Lace-up Boot- 160 ii) Adorn Leopard Pony Gold Heel- 110 iii) Vectra3 Studded Slippers- 56 iv) Krafty Cut Out Brogues- 110 v) Katrina Pointed Ballet Pumps- 84 I'M HAVING MAJOR SHOPPING WITHDRAWALS. I'm looking at every fashion blog and finding every possible sale online. While all the finds above are from one of my favorites; Topshop...I have an upcoming trip to San Francisco (a.k.a the vintage store sanctuary) and I absolutely could not be more excited by the idea of dragging the boyfriend to go digging for lost treasures ;] Now if only an accounting final wasn't in the way.... Love, Jen VIII P.s: If anyone is smart, they'll check this blog to see what I want for Christmas. |
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