I did this exercise before - back in, oh gosh, 2004 or so, for a creative writing class. I hated it - I felt like the art that I wanted to enjoy was somehow needed to be consumed and regurgitated in a way I didn't want to consume it. ...like whatever I wrote about it as a sophmore in undergrad was nowhere near what the artist had intended.
But, then again, maybe my artist also had a good sense of humor and was like, hey, stop making something out of chonky apples that is really just chonky apples. This was a good reminder, Peels. :)
Oh God there's so many assignments where it's like, "I'm literally looking at a blue canvas, I don't know what you want me to make of it" (Cy Twombly is a classic example). I absolutely do need Magritte to remind me that sometimes a thing doesn't need to be interpreted to be meaningful.
I did this exercise before - back in, oh gosh, 2004 or so, for a creative writing class. I hated it - I felt like the art that I wanted to enjoy was somehow needed to be consumed and regurgitated in a way I didn't want to consume it. ...like whatever I wrote about it as a sophmore in undergrad was nowhere near what the artist had intended.
But, then again, maybe my artist also had a good sense of humor and was like, hey, stop making something out of chonky apples that is really just chonky apples. This was a good reminder, Peels. :)
Oh God there's so many assignments where it's like, "I'm literally looking at a blue canvas, I don't know what you want me to make of it" (Cy Twombly is a classic example). I absolutely do need Magritte to remind me that sometimes a thing doesn't need to be interpreted to be meaningful.
Thanks for reading, Sasha (long time no see) ❤️