I want to start off this post with a Toulouse Lautrec.
Quickly becoming one of my new favorite tortured souls who painted to relieve some of the pain he held within. The tragedy of his life is reflected in his constant lack of shadows in his work.
Hi 2018. I’m receiving you with open arms, though I’m way late updating this, I thought this weekend would be great to take a moment to breathe and reflect on the things that have been happening. I should have updated a LONG time ago, however life and other activities get in the way and it’s not always easy to make time.
This is the first semester that I haven’t taken with my favorite professor, and to be honest, it is a bit scary to take on modern art without her guidance. I have been fighting with my old soul to open my mind as much as I can, and learn as much as I can. I am enjoying how much theory and technicalities I have learned so far – though it can get a bit dense and repetitive at times. I’m hanging on ᕦ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕤ
I have come to realize that art history truly is one of my biggest passions in life, and though it seems as if the entire world is against me, I’m trying to stay cool and collected.
(…and the cute little things I find along the way help me cope, a lot ♡＾▽＾♡)
I have found new weird, intense art
that I am strangely learning to love.
Charles of course brightens every single day of my life, and if it wasn’t for him I would be completely lost. Valentine’s Day now means we have another excuse to celebrate how much we love each other. This time, there were roses and chocolates and beautiful romantic places with gorgeous views, and a bit of a chance to get close to nature.
I have NEVER seen buffalo before! 彡ﾟ◉ω◉ )つー☆*
The petting zoo had really cute animals, but … it got a little scary. (ಥ﹏ಥ)
I’m so used to the city and being around anything bigger than my cat can get really intense for me. (つ﹏⊂)
All in all, it was a delightful time, and it is impossible for Charlie to make me any happier. It is so beautiful to be in love.
For some reason … ever since I returned home, New York City feels different to me now. It is still a beautiful city, with beautiful things … but it has become increasingly harder to make a connection with anyone. Because I’m a bit older now than when I left, I don’t feel as concerned with superficialities, and for some reason, a lot of people seem to be colder and not as accepting to change. I definitely fit right back in, though I feel a bit of a disconnect. The art and the beauty, however, are stronger than ever. I got a chance to see a couple of Michael Angelos and a few Rodins at the MET.
I have run into a couple of mishaps here and there, but overall everything’s alright. My job is going well, school is doable, my family will be going on vacation early next month and it’ll give me a chance to be alone and collect my thoughts. And of course, the love of my life supports everything I do, and I couldn’t ask for more of life. God is good, all the time.