(You'll think, possibly, that this, finally, is the thing. It is not. But it's post number 50 of 56. FIFTY! Cue Molly Shannon....) Maybe you do this, too: Sometimes, I get sucked into thinking that everyone knows what I know, that I don't know anything especially helpful or informative or different from what people, in … Continue reading Something about art.
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How art might save the world.
When I was small and days were most often spent with just the two of us, my mother and me, filling time as we pleased, I spent countless hours in parks and museums, wandering aimlessly and looking at trees, art, and artifacts. Our most frequent haunt was the Brooks Museum, where my mother liked to … Continue reading How art might save the world.
I beg you: Art. Harder.
On Monday I had to put on my big girl pants, by which I mean quite literally the black stretchy pants with the wide and forgiving elastic waistband. I have done little but eat and drink with reckless abandon since November 10. On November 9 I was too depressed to eat. In the initial days … Continue reading I beg you: Art. Harder.