I'm only human...

To act is not to act, it's to allow yourself to feel. I never had a problem understanding it, but experiencing, that's a whole other story. Today I got glimpses of what it's like, but it didn't last long. So what was the problem? Well, I figured out my problem last week. "When I begin to actually feel something, I get so excited that before I know it, I'm not feeling it anymore". That is completely, 100% true. Now, here's where it gets confusing. If you change "excited" to "scared", you will arrive at this weeks problem. Today in class, when I would actually start to feel something, it would completely freak me out, and then, guess what would happen? I wouldn't be feeling it anymore. I mean, this week we were working mostly with the emotion of anger, and believe me, no one hates being angry more than I do. So, naturally when I would actually begin to feel angry, I would instinctively recoil from it. Almost like a reflex I can't control. So one week I'm enjoying my emotions too much, and then the next week, I'm not enjoying them enough? It's a little bit of a dilemma. How can I possibly go about fixing a problem that keeps on changing? Well, I don't know. And quite frankly, I don't need to know; I'm not supposed to know. I mean, if I knew everything, I wouldn't be taking this class in the first place (and of course if I knew everything, I wouldn't be human).

Art is not math...

I think it's about time to blog about that amazing trip we had last friday.


Well clearly I've been putting this off, because I really have nothing to say (well, nothing that I can express in words which makes it a little difficult to blog about... maybe I should try interpretive dance?). I mean, Luke says it all the time, there are certain things that just can't be talked about, it's just understood. Which definitely holds true for much of the DADA art we saw, but then for some of it, that doesn't work. It can't be talked about, it really can't be understood, so then what? What am I supposed to do with it then? Well I guess the last thing that's left is emotion. If it can't be talked about, and it can't be understood, then I guess it can only be felt. I don't know about you, but when I'm looking at what is probably a 30 foot statue of a hula dancer, it most definitely makes me feel something. Even if it's only confusion, it gets a reaction out of me doesn't it? It makes me feel something. So wait a second, maybe I do get all this DADA art... or maybe I don't. You know what? It doesn't even matter. 


After all, if I could understand art the way I can understand lets say... a math problem, what would be the point?