"It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it."
-Aristotle
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
The Colors of My Dreams
"Reality has become so intolerable, she said, so bleak, that all I can paint now are the colors of my dreams."
Reading Lolita in Tehran
Painting the "colors of your dreams". It seems like the perfect philosophy for art. How do I translate that into writing?
"Describe the images of my dreams?"
"Write with the words of my dreams?"
"Writing down my dreams?"
I don't know. I'll keep working on it. No matter what words I come up with, the concept is the same. I think too much when I write. Comes from having to write too many essays in school. I have to start writing from my heart, from my dreams, from my soul.
Reading Lolita in Tehran
Painting the "colors of your dreams". It seems like the perfect philosophy for art. How do I translate that into writing?
"Describe the images of my dreams?"
"Write with the words of my dreams?"
"Writing down my dreams?"
I don't know. I'll keep working on it. No matter what words I come up with, the concept is the same. I think too much when I write. Comes from having to write too many essays in school. I have to start writing from my heart, from my dreams, from my soul.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
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