So, Halloween is gone. I didn't dress up this year, yes shunned by the society of make believers. O and I started it off in an interesting way. Over it, for now. I'm sitting in my humanities class "studying" realism of the 20th century. [painterly versus linearly] So exciting you have no idea. I like art, don't get me wrong. I do love photography and I only wish I could take color and make it look like Monet, however, talking about it only gets me so far on the excitement bar. I like to just do art, but what does that mean? What does it mean to be an artist? I think that's where this class should have begun. ...then I would have raised my hand.What I just learned: nude models are an allegory for truth. yup. nothing to hide.
It's a sad goodbye to some and a new hello to others. It's the month of November and the leaves have fallen and the cold front has set in.
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