Saturday, June 24, 2006

Art is love.

A HUGE thank-you to Oriana and Rosella for taking me down to Art Central today because, as the post's title suggests, art is love. It's moving and scathing and thought-provoking and generally unbareably wonderous. I'm going down when I have enough money to buy a print of the following painting: Prison-niée by Em Hunter (emhunter.net; quab.ca)

Look at his eyes, aren't they crying out for something?
Then we went to the EPCOR Centre to see two sculptures by the same artist that did Tête Cuivre series and the two that were so amazing yet deeply disturbing (and filled my mind with a measure of outrage and made me see visions of myself attacking the limbless figure on the ground) they were incredible.
Then we went through a plus-fifteen over towards City Hall and sat by the pool and splashed each other with water and had pretty good conversations then onto the train, up to Dalhousie where I took a bus up to Georgeanne's place.
Once at the Blue residence, we were shortly joined by Georgeanne's aunt and uncle and cousin; we ate a delicious dinner then us kids had tea then played Twister, after which we managed to convince the parents to play Cranium with us, which we won, by the way. Good fun all round.
I've really enjoyed the last few days and hope all of you people have as well.

I should get to bed soon as I'm supposed to do admin work for Dad tomorrow for his literary society SATOR (which I'll be paid for I hear) and be chipper enough to function and be happy doing so.

A plus tard!
Me

1 comment:

A. said...

Seeing visions of oneself beating a limbless body can be good in that a) the artist has done a very sucessful job and should just give themselves a pat on the back and b) The work moved you so much as to leave you with your own creative thoughts in the end.

I think I've heard of Em Hunter too...The name rings a bell.

(If I were a psychologist however...(BTW, I'm taking a Psych. course at the UofO.))

Oh there goes my inner artist on me again. *yawns*

(Coherency? I laugh at it. :D)

-Amlaké