The Art Of Collecting Lightbulbs

When I read "The Art of Collecting Lightbulbs", I noticed that in our own way, we have our own artistic hobbies, despite that particular hobby being bad or good.  Some people collect different items, and some others may draw.  Some people like to sing, while some people like to write or act.  Some people may even dance, paint, or do photography.  The bottom line is, we need art to survive whether we admit it or not.  Art makes us express ourselves, and art makes us happy.

Humans are very expressive creatures. We usually express ourselves because we have to feel that inner reach of connection that is paved inside ourselves.  Whether we like it or not, expression is our own addiction. 

Even though we all have our own hobbies, each one of us is a self-expressionist  inside.  As the world keeps changing, we can only look to ourselves and then show the world what we can all do individually

The Art of Making Art Without Lifting a Finger

 After reading “The Art of Making Art Without A Finger”, I noticed something really interesting in this particular chapter. I noticed that this chapter claimed life is like art.  Personally, I have always had that belief.  For example, when you’re in a conversation with someone, there is an acting element to it.  We often do not realize it, but almost every time we talk to someone, we’re being improv actors.  Improv acting is being quick on your feet in a scene, and that’s how conversations are.  There is more than just being improv actors in everyday life.  When we are walking down the street and notice many surroundings, we are being cinematographers, capturing everything around us that we see.  When we remember something, we are looking back at photographs in our head.  At this very moment, we are being photographers looking at old photographs. Our dreams that we dream are like novels in a story. They have a beginning, middle, and end, with a dash of imagination.  If you look closer, everything in your own life is an art.  We don’t see it, but we feel it.

Are We All Autistic?

I talked about how I saw a play called “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time” in my last post. This masterpiece was about a boy named Christopher.  Christopher struggles with an impacting disease called Autism.  When I was done yesterday with the play, I started to think about how autism is overly diagnosed in America.  This had me think of a specific question: Are we all Autistic in our own way? I say this because I noticed that Christopher showed some quirks that an average person might have.

 He was quirky, intelligent, knows what he wants, very determined, disorganized, and a little slow.   When we’re hyper, we’re quirky because we’re really happy.  When we are in our intellectual mood, we are intelligent.  When we want something really badly, we became determined to not let anything get in our way.  We can also be disorganized in either our head, or putting material together.  Sometimes, we can’t process certain things because how a certain thing is being said.

 There are more quirks that I noticed that are in both Autistic people, and regular people.  I’m only listing a few, but  I just feel that if we stop over labeling people with Autism, we will all realize how truly connected we each are to one another.

NYC Trip

I went on my first STAC trip yesterday!!  This trip was definitely different than any field trip I’ve ever taken.  I loved every aspect of it!  I love how we have all this freedom on the trip, and how we can do whatever we want to do.  To be honest, I really don’t think I ever went to a school field trip to the city.  Well, there’s always a first for everything!  When I was in the city yesterday, a lot of memories came back to me.  My first home was on 96^th street on the Upper West Side of Manhattan for the first five years of my life.  So when I was walking around yesterday, all of these memories started to come back of my days living in the big apple.  

We went to the Noya Gallery, the Met, Central Park, Time Square, and we saw a phenomenal play based off a book called “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time”.  

This trip is honestly the best field trip I’ve ever taken in school, and I can’t wait for more STAC adventures in the city!

The Black Cloud

What is a black cloud?  A black cloud is something that has ripped you, and can tear you apart.   There is often a black, sullen, sickle feeling that attacks you.  A haze of loneliness may squeeze you as you shrink into a small balloon that's as small as a pinky.  The things you once believed in have no meaning anymore, and the everyday faces that you see are no more.  Once you're fully shrunken, there is nothing left of you as it feels like you're an hourglass at the bottom.  You are then trapped in an endless black ocean of nothingness.  Sometimes that cloud will disappear like a magician trick, but it may appear like a ninja.  This cloud is a never ending war that continues, and continues.  Day after day, and night after night.

A Pet's point of view

I’ve always wondered what it’s like from a pet’s perspective of things.   Animals seem to view life really differently than human beings.  They are really simple creatures compared to humans. I’ve always pondered on these specific questions:  How do they feel when they first interact with people?  What is it like being in a house for them?  How do they feel even living with human beings?  It’s always been something that’s fascinated me.  If there was a movie on an animal’s point of view, that would be really interesting.

The Art of having a Lofty Perspective

It has been a while since I last posted anything on the Accidental Masterpiece.  In this particular chapter, I got a feel for one particular theme: How do you define beauty?  Defining beauty isn’t that simple.  Beauty means many things to others.

  There is a superficial Hollywood type, there is a nature type, there is a personality type, and then there is an artistic type.  We can’t just define one.  What I’m going to talk about is artistic beauty.  As a fellow artist, I feel everything I create is beautiful.  To me, the beautiful thing about art is the detail that surrounds a mystery that can’t be solved in another person’s head, but instead it’s the artist’s head that the viewer is witnessing.

Jackson Pollock is a good example of this. Viewers often get lost in Pollock’s work, and aren’t sure what the symbolism in his art means.  Pollock is the only one that knows the true meaning behind his work.  We can guess, but we will never be certain about Pollock’s true meaning.  For all we know, maybe there is no meaning behind his paintings, and he tricked everybody into thinking there was a meaning with just a disguised method of beauty that Pollock created. We just don’t know.

In the end, Beauty means different things to others.  We can’t define it in a dictionary.  We all have our own definition of beauty.