Liberate.

Also a little outa place, bear with me here.


(This is unrelated, but music for reading is fun sometimes too. Obviously, already very popular, but fuck that. Sound is good:
)

Interesting development: I have been making so many fucking cups that there has been a surcharge of 50c added to each of them that I make. Hahahahahahhaa.


Silly production costs.

Anyways, a freeform post is a paralytic injection of freedom.

I am not sure what to do, beyond share interesting things.

Or maybe just stupid things.


But this class has taught me something particular. Few things are stupid, arguing from the proper perspective presents points to postulate upon.

Or are, hopefully, at least funny/entertaining.

And now for something completely different.

Back to reality.

Oh wait I lied.

I spat out my drink to that one.

Glad I don't have a phone that has auto correct.

Haha.

Moving on.

I've been enjoying my Chinese Art history glass greatly lately. Since my professa' has been talking about Chinese ceramics. I am a little pissed that, in general, ceramic works are considered to contain less thought to them than the calligraphy or painting of the era. But after seeing a large majority of the ceramics, I don't feel so bad. I guess I will have to prove them wrong by making some ceramics that not only are beautiful and filled with grace, but also have incredible thought provoking power.

Somehow.






I'll figure it out. I think.


And that's it.

Mun day. Lecture.

Sorry fer bein' late.

But this one was also entertaining.

At this point, I've come to associate the 7A class lectures as an informative cavalcade of information and a funny as hell show. At university prices, this is appreciated.

Just a little.

Now they just need to feed us during it.

(Note to self: Suggest suggestion box. Then submit that suggestion.)

I'd like to talk about this bit first.

The story-time readings were interesting.

The sex thing was funny and I don't really know what else to say about it. Not that it didn't have an effect. I am just at a loss for words.

I mean...










Fuck.

Resonance. That is something we had to work with in Chinese art history.

Or, rather, the word is the same. Breath resonance is one of Xie He's six laws of painting. It is the first law. It is a bitch to define.

I think it is the same kind of resonance. All these types of resonance (for artwork) seem to be the same. It is something that is really fucking hard to put into words, but that is easily recognizable by viewers. How do we recognize quality? You can't really understand how we do it, but we all can. Usually.


And that's it.