I've come across artists who express their creativity by gorging on toilet paper and body paint for their performance "art". There are those who take on such common done-to-death themes as being alienation in the city and globalization. And those who dabble with experimental music by jumping on the music set on the night of the party - without practicing! - take the mic and (try to) rap, and croon a lullaby with what sounded like techno music in the background...it sounded eerie. Such spontaneity. I love the artists and many of those I just mentioned happen to be people I know and befriend, so it does look I'm badmouthing them. Still, being artists, their work for the presentation of the public is fair game.
If asked, I would just comment "interesting."
I can't bear it. Such avant garde art don't "speak" to me. My imagination isn't as vivid as theirs, perhaps, and I don't have a strong will to express myself in those manners. I like to work within a structure, and inside, I can explore. But I like imagination with some boundaries.
Enough of venting.
I had a so-so drawing session this afternoon. I sketched on new sheets of papers, unlike the scraps I usually used. Why does it look like I draw better on dirt cheap papers, and badly on good quality expensive ones???
I googled some names just now and realised I sketch with a bunch of old time respectable artists. I thank God for this good fortune. I can ask them for tips, and push/force/coerce them to teach me their secrets... alas, my skills are not up to par... *sigh*
Do your homework first, my young Padawan!!
A few days ago, during breakfast chat, art professor mentioned that it happens that young students who draw well early get stuck at that level and hardly progress. He has a student who started out in the semester not knowing how to paint and as the semester progresses, her techniques have improved, and shows signs of continuing. I guess there's truth and rewards in paying your dues.
Anyway, here are some pictures from this session:
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