This is a painting that his been in my house since I was alive. Before that actually. My aunt gave it to my mom as a Wedding Present. It depicts a funeral procession in New Orleans. In a way funerals are somber but can be joyous cause it is the only time you get to see long time family member sometimes. I wish it wasn't like that.
Chalk Piece
Walk into a random classroom while class is happening.
Go to chalkboard and pick up a piece of chalk.
scrape the chalk on the board while waiting for people to say something
continue even if they want you to stop
keep going until you are pulled out by security
Darkness Piece
Close your eyes
Begin to walk aimlessly
Keep walking till you can't walk anymore
"We only see what wee look at. To look is an act of choice. As a result of this act, what we see is brought within our reach - though not necessarily in arm's reach." 8
To me this is weird to say. You you have to look at things we ahem eyes. But the intent of focusing on something is a choice. There is a difference between viewing something in passing and looking. Which is an act of choice. When you look you gain personal connection with what you see. Even if it was just for a brief moment.
"Today we see art of the past as nobody saw it before. We actually perceive it in a different way." 16
I agree with this statement as is, but I can go a step further. Everything is preceded different from everyone. Who you are, who your parents are, where you grew up, when you are up, all the things have a connection to how you see things. No two people will at something the same. Especially one from hundreds of years ago.
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