I’ve been trying to read more stuff about art lately. Okay. I have to admit, I feel just a teensy little bit of pressure to sound smarter nowadays, in the event I’d have to talk to someone super smart about my work. Knowing me though, if I sense even a little, that such a conversation is about to ensue, I’d probably finally dispel my personal belief of the oxymoron that is ‘fun run.’
As in, baboo.
Maybe I’m just new to all this, or I’m just not smart enough. But is it just me or do people use way too many big words to explain a picture, or a painting or whatever strange thing we choose to call art nowadays? Sometimes it’s mind blowing, and life changing, and heartbreaking, and uplifting. But sometimes it also feels so removed from reality that I just want to find the person who makes/writes such things and shake them back to my world of mammoth meralco bills and grocery lists and freon constantly leaking from my car aircon.
I love looking at a good photograph. I really do. Can’t it just be about that more often?
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