Tuesday, October 25, 2005
People. I am so sick of them. All they talk of is other people. And not about great people mind you… All they get to talk about is ordinary, stupid people with equally stupid ideas and leading equally meaningless lives. More irritating is that when someone talks to me about ‘people’…I mean, have they nothing else to talk about? I recall a friend of mine wondering where are all the elves gone from this world…At least, we would then have some other topics to talk about. Elves. (Reminds me of Elvis…damn, included in the set of people again!).
Where are all the ideas gone? Or events, for that matter. Carnivals are great events, I tell you. And nobody talks of that either. I can’t lead this bleak life, lack of Revolution, full of limitations and failure and frustration. Sometimes I wish I could change my sex. Really. I don’t like being a girl sometimes. Makes me feel so stereotyped. And hey, that’s not me. I feel comfortable being a vagabond… Are there any female vagabonds out there??? I don’t think so. Even if there are, they can be grossly misunderstood and hence misused as whores.
I have finally started sketching…finally got hold of it again… I am looking for a model…any volunteers out there with Greek features? I don’t understand why I don’t identify much with abstract art… It’s too personal…but you can actually pass abstract messages through impressionistic art, somewhat like Leonardo (not De Caprio, especially if Hugh Grant is by any chance reading this post)… That’s much more intriguing than directly painting something abstract…you can conceal and reveal so much in impressionistic art at the same time. But as a starter, my intentions won’t be so grand and colossal…I’m just a novice.