Point of View

No one person's view of art can be the same as another's.  No one person's view can be truer or better.  What's important about the view is not what is being seen so much as what is being felt by seeing it.  By what is being understood in the context of the viewer's experience, not the artist's experience.   Surely, art, in order to mean anything at all, has to mean as much to the viewer as it does to the artist... though it will not mean the same thing.  That is the paradox and the value of art - its inherent ability to expand, and deepen, and clarify the viewer's life, at the expense of exposing the artist's.  That is why art is so great, and why the artist's life is so awful.

Taking a Break

Sometimes we just have to step back from the hustle and bustle and chill.  I was taking a break from studying to take some pictures of those around me taking a break.  

Moody Thursday

The week is coming to an end and judgement clouds the day.  The optimism of Monday gave way to the wariness on Tuesday, which gave way to the frustration on Wednesday that brought on the fatigue of today, and with it the tendency to write off the work done so far as shallow, and the days of the week wasted.  This is not fact, though.  The week has not been wasted just because I am unsure of the writing that took place during it.   First of all I am always unsure of my writing, and secondly, no writing is wasted.  So what is it with these clouds?  Here are some pics of clouds from the Guatemala excursion. :)

San Pedro, Guatemala Summer 2008

The pueblos in the sweeping foothills of the volcanos linger in the Neverland of the forgotten. Families persuade the earth to host their hope in gardens bursting with larger-than-life vegetables and fruits.  Then, day after day, the backbreaking harvesting and mind-boggling, morning bus rides to the mercados define their existence.  Sales are depressingly inconsistent, and as darkness falls in the pueblos and the jaunty buses bring the women and children back home, they seem to be carrying as much produce now as they left with in the morning.  And tomorrow will be no different.  

First things first.

This is the start of something big.  

I can just feel it.

Can't you just feel it?