I’m in a pretty good mood right now! After procrastinating way too long, I had to scramble this past weekend to go buy supplies and make the presents I planned for my nephew’s birthday party this next weekend, (a week in advance is last-minute because I’m gonna be working or sleeping or otherwise busy for a solid block from Tuesday right on up to his party). After a few days and several frustrated arguments with my sewing machine, I am actually done with time to spare*. The results are not as pretty as I would have liked, but at least my nephew will someday know that they were made with love and care and also some cursing.
So now I’m celebrating by kicking back with a sugary pumpkin drink, having my rice cooking robot make me enough breakfast for the work week, and hopefully exercising and getting to bed early enough that I can spend a long day at the clay space before tomorrow night’s class starts.
Also we got rain a couple days earlier than expected so the weather is acceptably cool for a bit!
*no really this never happens you have no idea what a wonder this is
When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. he sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. He looked out his window at a watery twilight, a thin lamppost, a star, and he said in his letter something like this: “it is so beautiful I must show you how it looks.” And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it.
When I read this letter of Van Gogh’s it comforted me very much and seemed to throw a clear light on the whole road of Art. Before, I thought that to produce a work of painting or literature, you scowled and thought long and ponderously and weighed everything solemnly and learned everything that all artists had ever done aforetime, and what their influences and schools were, and you were extremely careful about *design* and *balance* and getting *interesting planes* into your painting, and avoided, with the most astringent severity, showing the faintest *academical* tendency, and were strictly modern. And so on and so on.
But the moment I read Van Gogh’s letter I knew what art was, and the creative impulse. It is a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something, and in a direct, simple, passionate and true way, you try to show this beauty in things to others, by drawing it.
And Van Gogh’s little drawing on the cheap note paper was a work of art because he loved the sky and the frail lamppost against it so seriously that he made the drawing with the most exquisite conscientiousness and care.Brenda Ueland, If You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit (via many-wings)
Denise Bidot walking for Chromat designed by Becca McCharen
photos from Getty Images
oh my godddd
Fat people in minimal futuristic clothing is all I ever wanted. It is my main aesthetic.
I think she’s very far from fat, but this is awesome!