2004-02-14 - 11:01 p.m.
things are so temporary..
this girl was talking about houses..and pictures.. and i was thinking about the temporary nature of pictures.. and it always makes me sad to see people put hope and stock in such temporary matters like pictures..
i went to see some fish in a bowl today..and i took pictures of them..
there's an arrangement of fish in a tank.. and then the camera captures that arrangement.. and then that arrangement of dots is supposed to becoming meaningful.. it's supposed to invoke invisible thoughts about that event that trigger meaningful sentiments surrounding that experience.. and somehow those physical photographs become treasure chests.. and people store their heart in them.. and then when a fire breaks out in the house, and the physical photographs get damaged or burned, the person's heart gets damaged or burned along with them..
it makes me sad to think of people clinging to pictures and sweaters and houses and paint and furniture and all that crap..
no i haven't become a monk..
i just hating sitting next to people who drone on about things they can touch and things they can see..
created things are just so..... mundane ..
i was driving along the beach in the passenger seat and thinking about "art".. you know, the crap people put a price tag on.. and i was thinking about how art seems like such a sad pursuit if it is separated from function..
i visited a large museum a few weeks ago.. and walking thru it i was saddened by the expectations of people.. i was saddened that they had to endure artistic manipulation.. that they had to appreciate what was hanging on a wall like hostages have to appreciate the impending danger of bullets tucked invisibly inside a supposedly loaded gun.. or is it loaded?..
well you say it's load..and i think it's loaded..so now there's an agreement-- it's loaded.
regardless of whether it actually is or isn't.
and so they pay to see wall after wall of loaded guns pointed in their face..forcing them to appreciate the epitome of Stone Soup..
and then we drove by this smaller museum on the way back..it looked a little bigger than a car wash.. it made me sad to think of a pint-sized museum trying to survive by tricking people to pay to face loaded BB guns.. probably some water colors.. some obscure local "artists" doing abstract oils.. maybe some clay pots w/kiln work etched on the side... and a small description by each work, detailing the historical excuses and physical labor justifications for appreciating it..
non-functional "art" seems so pathetic to me.. like an aging Mohammed Ali.. sitting grand and old inside the Lourve in Paris.. sitting there, doing nothing but getting older..
..On a more successful tree-hugging vegan non-leather note, i lost Mario Kart for my Gameboy. And i didn't really care.
