Eh, yeah.

Once again, the duck says a few words of insighful wisdom, yet this time it's about artistic critiques and criticism. 'Course, me being a self proclaimed "artist," my ears (erm, eyes more so) perked at the mention of the subject. I completely agree with his speculation. Some art shouldn't be judged with the imagery they present in their paintings In fact, some artists use that mentality to shock people and make their statement heard (specifically the one painting where Maria Magdalena draws attention away from christ to a bowl of fruit... caused a riot at the Vatican).

During the 1960's-70's, there was a near-death of painting due to a movement in the art community... which strangely eludes my recognition right now. Anyways, they believed that art was incompetent and sook to knock down the use of imagery in two-dimensional artwork. They claimed that the use of paints was far too primative in the advent of bronze-cast sculptures. The movement accumulated in the lead artist painting a white canvas white a hundred times, and then burning all his paintings in a great bon fire. Thing is, this rash movement wasn't backed by a strong enough thesis and thus, it's revolutionary strive was mearly transient.

Just learned that Jen (the junior, not my freshman friend) still has a crush on me. It's weird... and also dishearting since there's a snowball's chance in hell that I would go out with her. Even she said it while at the Halloween dance last year: "You know life sucks when the guy you have a crush on is gay." But really, I don't see what she sees in me. I'm nothing different. Just a semi-normal, semi-insane guy trying to get through life.

Had a meeting after school to discuss the image-logo I'm doing for the Nevada Association of Nurses poster during their celebration of outstanding nurses. This is an excellent opportunity for me to flex my graphic-arts skills. If I can get them to pick my design, I'll know that I'm a compotent enough graphic artist.

God, I feel like curling up in my bed and crying. The world has been a tad too harsh lately and I wish I could just pull the shade and hide myself from all the world. I'm frustrated with my art, my friendships, schoolwork, certain obligations, and with the boy I currently like. I wonder how Mike felt when he found out that it was I who left him the note folded like a crane... maybe I should ask him about it, I don't know....

... dammit, I need a backrub.