Currently indulging in the beauty of the Fleet Foxes Ragged Wood album. Their music is simply pretty. Listening to it makes me feel light inside. :)
What makes good art? Forsaking subjectivity is certainly not an option. With any given standard we run the risk of modernism. I'd rather eat my own foot than be called a modernist.
I feel my brain slowing turning all gooey like the insides of a rotting banana. I am becoming weak in the mind and such a thing scares me. I'm so desperate for intellectual stimulation, I'm pushing dialogue out of people clearly uninterested.
You have to understand though. I need to flex my critical thinking muscles. I have to read up on theoriticians. I need to devour more philosophy. My days are empty. It is the pattern of work, television, exercise and sleep. If I have any hope of surviving in this house, I need to get my brain back in shape.
These days I find myself preoccupied with silly things. Like getting a manicure and playing poker. Like diet food and summer dresses.