Anyway, I took the red painting in for critique and...I got rave reviews! The only problem that was found with it was that it appeared that I thought about it too much. I didn't just let the painting happen - I had a lot of 'little things' added in and many, many layers. It still made a spectacular painting, if I must say so myself.
Damn, I've got the munchies. What am I trying to squelch? This has been going on all day.
The concept of this class is that sound, light and color affect us in different ways. Red is masculine, always moving and in my case, it brought out hidden (and not so hidden) anger. Blue on the other hand is feminine, is very slow or sometimes even unmoving like a still pond. It is the color of emotion. We'll see what it'll bring out in me. lol. I don't think I'll put the sounds on here - 1.) they lose something when one just sees them printed and, 2.) I don't really want to throw that kind of confusion out there. I can see it now: I'll get an e-mail saying, "I tried those sounds on your webpage and now you're going to get it! How dare you do this to me!"
Looking back on the past entries, I can see how I neglected to mention somethings. Perhaps at the time, I didn't have words for what I was feeling. Perhaps I wasn't aware of how I felt.
These last two weeks, I have felt like I've lost something - what I didn't know. I just knew that I was sad for something lost. It hit me about two days ago: I've passed the point of no return. My life will never be the same again. Since I've started journalizing consistantly again (starting back in March), I have been finding myself. The illusions and delusions are falling away - the act is ending. I have been mourning the death of the old me and walking into unknown territory.
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