Sometimes I pride myself on an awful idea. I like to come up with bad science fiction scenarios, like Vonnegut's Kilgore Trout. For instance: a short story about a man who can see into the future... Who is sent to the future in a time machine. I also come up with terrible ideas for art projects but I lack the skill to realize them. Right now I would like to do a series of Renaissance style, immaculately detailed and realistic paintings of animals like pandas and beavers and otters and other adorable critters doing ferocious faces as if they were terrifying creatures. Like in this photo I found:
Or maybe it's the fever talking. I've come down with a flu, or I've been breathing in awful air from the flood or who knows what. I was relating my travels yesterday and I realized that when we hit Australia a typhoon hit the northwest just above us, and right before we left for Japan there was an earthquake there, and then I get home and there's the second heaviest day of rainfall in NY recorded history. Let's hope I don't come to visit your part of the world. Even yesterday I was in Prospect Park playing catch with Anne and her friends and I almost beaned three kids who I swear came out of nowhere on a fluke. Eric and Martin may disgaree, having seen me play softball and turn into a human ski-doo ramp off a grounder once.
I do believe that the universe has a tendency to balance things out, in ways you might not even recognize. Or perhaps we attribute the meaning after the fact to decipher where there is none... But sometimes we see clearly, good out of bad. For all the weatherly woes and troubles, the flood did lead me to cleaning my apartment like it hasn't been in forever. Every stray speck of dust and hair, every reminder of the recent past, all completely gone. I've come home feeling new and inspired, and my home feels comfortable but new, again. I escaped the gravity of my own black hole. Watching Spring come alive in New York, walking out the door in just a tshirt has a loveliness of its own.
It was so gorgeous yesterday that I woke up with an incredibly sore throat and still went out for a bike ride and running around the park, thinking I'd power through the thing. I was supposed to go get dinner with my friend Rachel but after I got home I came down with a fever and my throat felt like a sandpaper bag filled with sour lemons and passed out. But I did get to spend a lovely afternoon in the park.
Random photos of late...
Cat who sticks its tongue out at people
Hideous santa doll found while art supply shopping with Anne. I bought a bag of plastic frogs and left them all over the subways.
Vasco, my executive producer's dog, the company dog at misterboomboom
When I work at the misterboomboom offices I like to work from the kids' playpen we built.
Or maybe it's the fever talking. I've come down with a flu, or I've been breathing in awful air from the flood or who knows what. I was relating my travels yesterday and I realized that when we hit Australia a typhoon hit the northwest just above us, and right before we left for Japan there was an earthquake there, and then I get home and there's the second heaviest day of rainfall in NY recorded history. Let's hope I don't come to visit your part of the world. Even yesterday I was in Prospect Park playing catch with Anne and her friends and I almost beaned three kids who I swear came out of nowhere on a fluke. Eric and Martin may disgaree, having seen me play softball and turn into a human ski-doo ramp off a grounder once.
I do believe that the universe has a tendency to balance things out, in ways you might not even recognize. Or perhaps we attribute the meaning after the fact to decipher where there is none... But sometimes we see clearly, good out of bad. For all the weatherly woes and troubles, the flood did lead me to cleaning my apartment like it hasn't been in forever. Every stray speck of dust and hair, every reminder of the recent past, all completely gone. I've come home feeling new and inspired, and my home feels comfortable but new, again. I escaped the gravity of my own black hole. Watching Spring come alive in New York, walking out the door in just a tshirt has a loveliness of its own.
It was so gorgeous yesterday that I woke up with an incredibly sore throat and still went out for a bike ride and running around the park, thinking I'd power through the thing. I was supposed to go get dinner with my friend Rachel but after I got home I came down with a fever and my throat felt like a sandpaper bag filled with sour lemons and passed out. But I did get to spend a lovely afternoon in the park.
Random photos of late...
Cat who sticks its tongue out at people
Hideous santa doll found while art supply shopping with Anne. I bought a bag of plastic frogs and left them all over the subways.
Vasco, my executive producer's dog, the company dog at misterboomboom
When I work at the misterboomboom offices I like to work from the kids' playpen we built.
2 Comments:
Personally, I'm really amused by the Renaissance style inspired painting idea. Also, Vasco is cuuuute.
I also checked out some of H.L. Tam's photos and definitely bookmarked the site. I have to admit I paid more attention to the European photos...and the Paris ones have got me reeling, thinking about how soon I'm going to throw myself into that (granted, I'll be in Lyon, but it's still a big city).
There's a short called "Hallo Panda" with a belligerent panda voiced by Benedict Wong. Your picture made me think of that.
I think you should do your animal pictures irrespective of style.
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