i refused my heart no pleasure.
my heart took delight in all my work,
and this was the reward for all my labor.
yet when i surveyed all that my hands had done
and what i had toiled to achieve,
everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind;
nothing was gained under the sun."
- Ecclesiastes 2:10-11
10/16/11
10/12/11
10/5/11
today is her funeral
she used to beat me up with her wine bottle til my face started bleeding. next day she would hold a bouquet and tell me "you are amazing i just adore you."
she broke her one leg a month ago and ever since then she would kiss me on the cheek everyday- not a day did she try to kill me.
today she got shot on the heart by her mother. she tried to be ok at her last breath but her face started distorting with tears smudging her eyeliner and all blended into wrinkles like cream swirls in coffee. i was watching her from the door, standing in her shadow and knowing that she once was mine.
the mother later stepped into the room to mourn with us, "everything is gonna be fine. you are secured."
sun was oddly beaming through the window this afternoon. i had dreamed about this day. life has never been this easy.
she broke her one leg a month ago and ever since then she would kiss me on the cheek everyday- not a day did she try to kill me.
today she got shot on the heart by her mother. she tried to be ok at her last breath but her face started distorting with tears smudging her eyeliner and all blended into wrinkles like cream swirls in coffee. i was watching her from the door, standing in her shadow and knowing that she once was mine.
the mother later stepped into the room to mourn with us, "everything is gonna be fine. you are secured."
sun was oddly beaming through the window this afternoon. i had dreamed about this day. life has never been this easy.
10/2/11
today is 43rd anniversary of marcel duchamp's death
the man who turned the world inside out, smashed it and turned it over again.
he changed my entire concept for art when i studied him in sophomore year. anything can be appreciated, even a beat-up disgusting toilet and how a name/title of an artwork/object can immediately lead you to see things out of ordinary.
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fountain 1917
Walter Arensberg used to comment on this piece, "A lovely form has been revealed, freed from its functional purpose, therefore someone has clearly made an aesthetic contribution."
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| bicycle wheel 1913 |
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| bottle rack or hedgehog 1914 |
Marcel Duchamp 28 July 1887 – 2 October 1968
9/28/11
because ticketmaster made 70% of new yorkers
impossible to see their god tonight this is what i'm gonna do right now in my room with lights off and a lighter on hand.
one of the performances that makes me tear without the need of being there.
one of the performances that makes me tear without the need of being there.
9/24/11
"you are so strange"
I consider it as a compliment from my coworker Wen.
My boss called me crazy the other day. "You show your craziness on your artwork and....on your shoes."
- strange (str
nj)
adj. strang·er, strang·est
1. Not previously known; unfamiliar.
2.
a. Out of the ordinary; unusual or striking.
b. Differing from the normal.
3. Not of one's own or a particular locality, environment, or kind; exotic.
4.
a. Reserved in manner; distant.
b. Not comfortable or at ease; constrained.
5. Not accustomed or conditioned.
6. Archaic Of, relating to, or characteristic of another place or part of the world; foreign.
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