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rxelynAh yes, the poetry workshop. >.> Perhaps I should rethink my career as a writer. My horribly thin ego was terribly shattered. Ah yes, I have committed the heinous sins in just one sentence, that is drama and cliched. Yay for me. Seriously, I know I don't exactly write groundbreaking stuff and all... but hopefully this will be a wake up call for me and I should think of a back up career should my writing be as disgraced as Meyer's. (Sorry, Sherilyn, but apparently she writes like a kid... and ahem, cliches run abound the series naked and dancing with large red signal flags. Did that just sound cliched? Lol, cliche alert is now on.)
So for the second half of the session, we were drove to the Substation where people forgot to retrieve the literary texts from the bus which was later resolved but I don't know and don't want to know how. The exhibition in the gallery was titled 'Argentum' I think, meaning silver. It's by this local artist/jeweller Shing.
I don't know... the exhibtion, a noose, was very pretty, all done up in silver chains and black onyx, quite symbolic after all... but somehow it didn't really strike a chord in me, no matter how much I like death and other macabre stuff. The music was haunting and very lovely, I seriously liked the atmosphere that they created. And the smell of incense, I think it was sandalwood, reminded me of peaceful yoga sessions. I was fine with it, but as for the artwork? I didn't feel anything. Idk, to me, death is death. It's nothing special, you live, you try to make a mark in the world, you die. And the world goes on. So? The artwork seems to be romanticizing death too much... perhaps it works for others? And not for me? Or do people share my opinion as well?
*note: my pensive icon does not seem to do justice to my mood. Billa boy looks too happy in that scene.*
So for the second half of the session, we were drove to the Substation where people forgot to retrieve the literary texts from the bus which was later resolved but I don't know and don't want to know how. The exhibition in the gallery was titled 'Argentum' I think, meaning silver. It's by this local artist/jeweller Shing.
I don't know... the exhibtion, a noose, was very pretty, all done up in silver chains and black onyx, quite symbolic after all... but somehow it didn't really strike a chord in me, no matter how much I like death and other macabre stuff. The music was haunting and very lovely, I seriously liked the atmosphere that they created. And the smell of incense, I think it was sandalwood, reminded me of peaceful yoga sessions. I was fine with it, but as for the artwork? I didn't feel anything. Idk, to me, death is death. It's nothing special, you live, you try to make a mark in the world, you die. And the world goes on. So? The artwork seems to be romanticizing death too much... perhaps it works for others? And not for me? Or do people share my opinion as well?
*note: my pensive icon does not seem to do justice to my mood. Billa boy looks too happy in that scene.*
