I’ve considered posting on a whole slew of mundanities since March 05, 2010, including: humorous bottle labels and clever branding, painting updates, etcetera — but obviously I haven’t. So let’s move on.
It’s Easter Break. I’m not going home–not going anywhere. I keep calling it “spring break” because it really doesn’t mean anything to me. It’s quite beautiful outside–a softer heat than yesterday, a sort of hazy ephemeral humidity–and I’m sitting in the 24-hour room of the library with two other art majors and two random unfortunates, listening to Simon & Garfunkel, and posting.
I had two or three highly tangible dreams last night. In the only one I remember, I went back to the Aegean Center. We were a class of only 12-15, and Marilyn, Morgan, and maybe Lydia and Lindsay were there too. The island was very still when we arrived–under a haze like the one outside now, but cooler and bluer? Initially I seemed sort of devoid of sensory perception and emotion, but when the school buildings appeared around a corner, I felt this huge wave of unrealized grief mixed with love, reunion, and gratitude… I think I started to cry.
The rest is quotidian, so I won’t relate. But when I woke up this morning, I felt strange. Don’t really know how to explain it, but sort of like a little glimmer of light flickered through an expanse of smog…but I was still choked in smog (haay, SoCal summer)… Anyway, I walked to the Home Economist to grab lunch on my way to the library, and I still sensed a hint of that light. A sense of a goal? Direction? Am I inspired?
The point: in rather supressed and convoluted way, I’m feeling good. Hopeful. And I have two new painting ideas: a square color field in sage (light green+silver+blue+turqoise, muted and opalescent), and a narrow vertical portrait of the Aegean Center, Parikia. Nothing earth-shaking, but with warm feelings.
I’ll try to post photos or something later?
